Fang's POV
I knew Max had considered this, but knowing Max she would always try her hardest. But we'd got this far… (Yeah, not far at all, but we'll try anyway).
Rose was at the front, and she was determined to clear the way for everyone to run, so she booted the Eraser with her high-heels on. Yeah, I know – OUCH.
It knocked that Eraser down, knocked it down good. I knew that is was one down… uh… nine to go. The fighting was mainly left to me and Rose, Max was trying to protect the young ones for a change, and Iggy was blind. It was really dark anyway, so Nudge couldn't see either.
I punched the second Eraser while Rose took on the third, the others Erasers must have thought 'Oh hell, it's just a girl and tried to stop her from beating up the third Eraser.
Ha, yeah right…
She must have high kicked one behind her, while trying to punch the third, because next thing I know, Erasers were falling down like dominos. She was enjoying it a lot, kicking Erasers and stabbing them with her heel at the same time.
I finished off at least five, she did too. We were a mess, blood all over us, panting and waiting for any sudden movement.
"We should make sure every one of them are dead," she told me firmly. "Stab all of them again."
I nodded – they could be back chasing us. "And when we get out of here we need new clothes, I think we all agree that these ones are a mess."
We flew into town, and used Max's credit card to get $200 out. I didn't know how much it was going to cost, but it was just about evening.
Max's POV
OK! I'll admit it! I'm jealous of Rose – isn't that convenient? Well… first of all she's taken my 'mother' role off me, it's like I'm a babysitter now. That sucks. Secondly, I know she likes Fang (and Fang admitted he liked her too). I like Fang the same way as she does.
There isn't a third, but those two generate enough hate to make me hate her a lot. When she heard her favourite song she sang under her breath. OK, hello! Shouldn't I have a voice like an angel – because I practically am one! Duh!
When we were shopping, she got a pink halter-neck t-shirt and cropped jeans with pink high-heels with little bows on it. She already had a white headband in at the time, so she continued to wear that anyway.
It looks great on her. Next time I saw her wings they were tinted pink at the edges (how does she do that? I could accessorize my wings too!).
I'm not sure I like her anymore…
Angel's really warmed up to her, she follows her everywhere. It's almost as if Angel wants to be Rose now – it's only because they both have pretty names, and my name's 'Maximum'… uh. Why didn't they just call me 'Maxi' instead of Max? I'll tell them to do that later.
But anyway, we flew back to New York (back and forth… back and forth…) just for the sake of it. Now we have all the information from the Institute, I don't see why we should go back.
Rose, Fang and Angel went everywhere together. Most of the time it was just me, Nudge, Iggy and Gasman (which is not that great…). They'd come back with food for everyone, and smiles on their faces. They've been having a great time lately.
Oh, and I think I failed to mention. We've been staying in a hotel for about a week now. I have to share a room with Rose, Nudge and Angel. Angel wants Rose to tuck her in every night, and Nudge just won't stop talking to her either. I'm getting annoyed!
One night, the boys wanted to take Nudge and Angel to a theme park. Me and Rose decided to stay, I don't know why I agreed to stay with her though.
"Hey, Max!" she called to me from across the room. We were both reading magazines that she and Angel and got the day before.
No – correction: She was reading magazines, I was reading the newspaper.
"Do you tint your wings?" she asked me. Rose quite obviously knew the answer was no, she was the brightest thing in flaming sky with her wings (OK, they were only tinted at the edges, but it was the brightest thing in the sky anyway).
"No," I told her, gritting my teeth.
"Why don't you, it's easy!" she grinned at me. OK, easy, can she bend to get to her wings and paint them with a can of paint? Maybe she did, maybe she's super flexible and thought everyone was.
I hate her!
"Well, I have no idea how to for one, and second, it can't be good for the wings," I firmly pointed out.
She rolled her eyes. "Like it's not good to dye your hair and get a fake tan," she smirked. "But you can do that with your mind too!"
Correction: She could do that with her mind.
And when everyone came back, my wings were a beautiful shade of baby-blue at the edges. Our wings are white, I think Fang's are the darkest, they're kind of grey.
Not like I'm jealous, I have a blue wings now, that's just so cool, isn't it? Angel went crazy, how she wants baby pink wings all over. I told her no.
I'm so strict.
Angel's POV
I really like Rose; she's like Max, just prettier and nicer. That sounds mean, I know it does. But I just can't help feeling like that.
Now, if Rose was the mother of the flock, she would let me have bright purple wings if I wanted. I want pink wings!
Sometimes I think about that – what if Rose was the leader, what if she was the mother. Would anything that happened have happened now? Would we even have gone with Jeb to his house, or escaped on our own?
Would I have been kidnapped? The answer is no. Rose would never let anything like that happen to me. She's stronger, faster and has a lot more confidence.
So why did Rose only just show up now, if she's been an angel for fourteen years and we've never actually met her. We found out why, they kept her in a separate cell because she can levitate objects. She got out anyway.
I know that now I have Rose we're going to have a more fun and dangerous time, and there will be less chance of us getting caught because she just blends in so well with everyone in New York, she's like a super-model.
Well, when me, her and Fang go out together to get groceries and stuff, we blend in that well, no one has ever questioned us, we never come across Eraser's and most importantly, we don't get caught by the cops, because we never get caught by anyone.
I think Max should retire.