Hey... Do you guys remember me? it's fine if you don't... I don't deserve your presence. I don't know how many times I can apologize before you guys get it. I know it has been forever since I let another chapter come out of me. But it has been hard for me. So now with the time I have ill write you guys a new chapter... beautiful enough to make you all happy.
Chapter 15: Back again with the crime.
Max wandered through the crowded streets, with her new sense of fashion she was able to blend in with the crowd of teens easily. No longer being looked upon as if she were a dirty street kid...
She cracked a devilish smile as she walked into the packed Old Navy. She had a plan to replace her old hoodie. She needed to be able to hide things in her pockets... she felt naked and strange without the soft fabric of long sleeves and the comfort of the hood that always seemed to shield her from the world. She crunched her wings tighter against each other, her nervousness made her self conscious about her appearance. With her head hung low she checked out the isles of the freshly stocked merchandise.
She grazed her fingers against every hoodie in every isle, on every hook. Trying to find the one that jumped out the most. the one that screamed individuality but also felt like wool. The perfect hoodie.
After what seemed to be hours of countless hoodies, she found the perfect one. The soft blue hoodie, was soft, almost as if a piece of the sky has come together and stitched itself to make that perfect pillow. it had a black hood to match the night sky. Max picked it off the rack and pulled it over herself and she instantly hugged herself... a smile tugged at the corner of her lips and for a second.. The life in her eyes seemed to return leaving a slight shine. This was it, this was the one that she was going to take with her.
Max looked at the tag and frowned at the price, of course something that perfect would come at a price of 15 dollars... Max cursed slightly and she pulled off the tag and she started walking out of the store, pulling up the hood acting casual as if she had it the whole time. Hoping that nobody noticed.
"ma'am?" A voice stopped her dead in her tracks. She was about to leave the store, a few steps from freedom and a few steps from claiming this victory. "ma'am, your shoes untied... might want to fix that." The voice repeated and Max let out a sigh in relief and she bent down and tied her beaten down shoes. when she was finished she turned to face the man, which turns out to be a police officer.
"Thanks," She stared with a brief smile before she was cut off.
"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" His voice seemed to cut her in a million pieces. she swore under her breath.
in fact, he did know her. Very well. You see, it all started when she first chose the path of her new life. She though it would be a great idea to rob a very well kept store, a high end fashion store with very expensive things. She was trying to press her luck to see if she could actually get by without being caught. She actually would've gotten away with it. But there was the security guard that caught her little mistake, she left the tag dangling by her armpit which she didn't notice herself. The shirt was a simple American eagle tee. She needed a new shirt to replace her torn blooded shirt and it was the closet thing she could get. The security guard walked up to her and grabbed her arm, he was easily twice her size if not more and his angered face sent shivers down her spine.
He made her take off the shirt and be humiliated by anyone in the store. He made her stand there with her bare stomach, her wings were pressed so tightly against her body, one could mistake it for her back.
"This is bull shit!" Her voice rang throughout the store and she stormed around the store trying to get away from the prying eye of the onlookers. "What the fuck are you looking at?" She spat at all of them...
"Hellllooo, miss I'm talking to you," The security guard snapped in her face, drawing her out of her thoughts and she stared blankly at him.
"No," She tried speaking politely and she wanted to come out less bitchy than it did. "I don't think we've ever met before."
"You look oddly familiar missy," He gave her a cold stare and as if he just remembered a sick joke a sly smile flushed his face. "of course, your the petty thief from Denver." He laughed, a dark harsh laugh that made the room turn cold. "What brings you to Arizona? I didn't think some one as petty as you had enough money to travel such a way."
Max returned his cold stare, her honey brown eyes darkened as she grew impatient. "Oh ha-fucking-ha. Nice to see you too prev." Her voice was like a stone and it didn't give off any emotion. "Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be that doesn't involve you prying into my personal life." She grumbled as she turned around and walked out of the store and disappearing into the crowds of the afternoon rush...
A few hours later she was standing on a cliff, her wings outstretched and soaking up the final rays of the sun. She let her legs dangle off of the rocky surface and let the wind hit her bare legs. She was finally alone and she wasn't about to let it be ruined by thinking about how she had left her flock again. It was too hard the first time, and that wasn't even her choice. this time though, she didn't feel any emotion for them. in fact she could care less if they wanted her back. Her mind was made up for her as soon as she felt the stares of everyone she once loved.
"FUCK!" She screamed, letting her voice be carried out by the wind. The tension was building up within her and she knew that she was starting to be under the influence of the blood lust. It tainted her vision and it tingled throughout her body. With a final breath she flung herself off of the cliff and flew off into the setting sky, ready to do what she did best.
kill...
Thank you everyone, this is chapter 14 and I will be writing chapter 15 now and get it out assssaaaappppp
