Chapter 10
Here is the next chapter to A Fudge Story. I hope you all will like it!!! Also, I'm on Christmas Break!!!! Wooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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(Fang POV)
If I wasn't totally screwed, then I was close to it. Night had fallen, and I had only gone about 3/4's of a mile. My crutch had snapped a few hours ago, forcing me through the painful process of falling, getting back up, finding another crutch, and start walking again. It was horrible. My injuries were no better, and I had obviously lost a lot of blood. I was blacking out every so often. My leg throbbed. All in all, my life sucks right now. S-U-C-K-S.
I had no fire, since it hurt like heck to bend down and gather wood for a fire. And even if I did have a pile of wood at my feet, how was I supposed to light it? Rub 2 rocks together? I don't think so. It would waste my already-fading energy.
I had no food. All day long, I had looked for some sort of edible substance and had found nothing. Nada. No food-o. Comprend-o? Also, I had spent the day shouting out the names of the flock. No one heeded my calls. I had found a stream about mid-day, but the cold water did nothing to satisfy my growing hunger.
So, lets assess the situation. My body hurt like h***. I was hungry as h***. I was cold as h***. Lonely as h***. Perhaps I was cussing too much. I decided to stop.
I still couldn't close my wings. It was like they were frozen solid. No amount of struggling could get them shut, unless I wanted to have my wings broken in half. I wasn't that desperate yet.
Moaning, I leaned against a tree. My reward was a wave of pain from my broken leg. I heard a wolf howl in the distance, and an involuntary tremor racked my spine. The hopelessness of the situation almost overwhelmed me. Almost. But not quite.
I squared my shoulders, (somewhat, since it hurt to do so), and started off again. Perhaps it was stupid that I was walking in the dark, with only the moonlight to guide me, but at this point of my life, I really don't care.
Once again, I found myself wondering about Max. Was she ok? Where is she? Is she with the others? Is she....alive....? I couldn't bear the thought of a dead Max. It was so painful to think of a dead Max. The blizzard flashed through my mind. Hearing her scream my name. Seeing her body drop like a stone. Realizing that I may never see her again. And all of this, happening the day after she told me she loved me. How ironic was that? It was the story of my life, full of tragedy. I shook my head and remembered that I had never gotten to take her on a date. The pain in my heart increased.
My eyes started to burn intensely. I reached up and discovered tears on my face. I was crying. Me, the stone, the no emotion guy. And I was crying. I mentally shrugged and gave my self over to the tears, just this once. My whole body seemed to shake with the force of my sobs.
I walked like that for an hour. Walking and crying at the same time. Eventually, I ran out of tears, and was left with a hollow shelled feeling. All of a sudden, I felt stupid. How could I stand there crying like Max was dead, when there was just a good a chance that she was alive. How could I already condemn myself to sorrow, when there was nothing to cry about yet? I was an idiot. And I was never going to go around assuming things again....
Another hour went by, and I had to stop. My breath came labored, and the pain seemed to have increased. I leaned heavily on the crutch. This couldn't go on. If I didn't find someone fast, surely I will die here.
A large booming sound pierced my bird hearing. I looked up. A large red light flared up, far away. A mushroom cloud of smoke billowed out from the tree tops. It looked as though someone....blew something...up. Something clicked in my sluggish brain.
Light, fire, smoke, boom. Bomb.
Light, fire, smoke, boom + bomb = Iggy!!!! Maybe even Gasman!
I began to hurry towards the apparent bombing range. That was when I heard the rumbling. It was quiet at first, but then it grew in volume. A large white cloud was floating down the hill toward me. But....not a cloud. Snow......AVALANCHE!!!!
I stood stunned, staring at the quickly approaching mountain of rolling snow. I was dead meat. I tried to fly up, but on the account of my frozen wings, all I managed was a searing pain in my back. I hobbled over to a tree and tried to climb it. The moment I tried to grab a branch, I realized that my left arm was still broken....still useless. I looked at the avalanche, then at the tree.
I was done. I thought, 'I loooooooooooovvvvveeeee you, Max! I love you thhhhhhhiiiiiiiiissssssssssss much!', and I held out my one usable arm.
The snow hit me, full force, and bowled me over like I was nothing. I tumbled end over end, pain erupting all over my body, worse than it had ever been. I tried to gasp for air and got snow. My crutch was ripped from my hand and I felt as though the snow was trying to tear my body limb from limb. The excruciating pain overwhelmed me and I blacked out for the final time.
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(Max's POV)
We walked for hours on end. I had to keep stopping, because it seemed that I was hurt worse than I thought. My legs were in constant pain, but it was manageable. It was my wings that hurt most of all. I couldn't fold them in and they were so stiff, I couldn't move them, but they hurt so bad, I could hardly stand it.
"Max, do you think the others are ok?" Angel asked me. I also had to keep numbing her side, so her bruise wouldn't hurt her as much. That was one good thing about snow. It will numb stuff for you, if you wait long enough.
"I'm sure they are fine, honey. You know them. Their tough," I said, though not believing it. She nodded, then her face fell back into the worried, sad expression that she had been having all day.
"Does your side hurt bad again?" I asked. I wanted to make her as comfortable as possible. She shook her head and sighed.
"I just wish the others were with us. And that we had some food and warmth."
I wrapped my arms around her and tried to warm her up. It did nothing, since I was freezing myself. As for food, there was none to be found. Just tree's and ice and snow. And hidden rocks that you stubbed your toe on. And did I mention snow? Well then, snow.
"Lets stop for tonight and gather some wood. I will try to start a fire," I stated. Night had fallen and we could hardly see where we were going.
Quickly, we both collected some fire wood, and I lit it with one of the remaining matches in my pocket. It brought heat to our limbs, and we could finally feel stuff. Unfortunately, all that we could feel was....guess what???....SNOW!!!!! OH, HAPPY DAY!!!!
Suddenly, a deafening boom penetrated the air. Following it, flames roared up from the tree tops about half a mile away. A big mushroom cloud of smoke billowed up into the air.
So, we have boom, fire, light, and smoke. That was the definition of: Bomb.
Boom, fire, light, smoke + Bomb = Iggy!!!! Maybe Gasman!!!!
"Max, Max, that was probably Iggy!! Lets go!!" Angel shrieked. She grabbed my hand and hauled me to my feet. For such a young girl, she had surprising strength. Probably due to the genetic mutation crap.
We ran as fast as we could towards the smoke. Cause where there's smoke, there's fire. And where there's fire, there's an explosion. AND where there's explosions, there's Iggy.
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So, how did you like it? Are you worried about Fang? If the answer's yes, then good, you should be!!!
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Also, I know he was ooc. Sorry!!!!! But it was important!!!!
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