Chapter 3
Dylan's POV
My plan is almost complete. Soon, Fang will be just a mere memory of the past, and eventually, everyone will forget about him. Max will be with me, like we should have been long ago. With Fang out of the way, I will be able to take his place and be the strong, silent, and caring father figure of the Flock. Besides, I would make a much better second- in command than he could ever be. I will take much better care of Max than he ever has. Right now, I'll just have to wait for the pieces to fall into place, and be patient.
Max's POV
As soon as my eyes caught sight of Jeb Batchelder, my so called "dad," hatred coursed through my veins. I turned to face him, crossed my arms over my chest, and put on the coldest, meanest look I could muster. "Max, after all these years of training, all of the money that has gone into your development, how could you let this happen? Your mission was to save the world, and you have failed." Jeb said staring right at me. How dare he blame me?! I though angrily as I clenched and unclenched my fists. "First of all, Jeb, this isn't my fault." I snarled at him. "It was your duty to save the world Max" he responded calmly. "Oh, so you expected me to fix the world's problems?!" I yelled. "It's not my fault that they didn't listen to us when we tried to warn them! They should have listened." Jeb sighed and said, "I just don't understand how you could've failed." Now that right there ticked me off. That was the last straw. I brought my arm up, and punched him in the nose, hearing a loud crack as soon as my fist made contact. The impact was so hard that he stumbled backwards a few steps before landing on the ground with a loud thump. Boy, after all these years of holding in the emotions of betrayal and hate, I have to admit, it was worth it.
Fang's POV
There's nothing more enjoyable than watching a white coat getting punched in the face by their so called "experiment." When Max attacked Jeb, it was like Christmas all over again; some part of me felt pure joy, while the other felt a relentless need to join in on the fun. However, I didn't get the chance. At some point, Iggy and I had to pry Max away from Jeb. Later, we had a quick tour of the place, and were all assigned rooms, which were more like prison cages if you ask me.