Hey!! SO sorry for the long wait, but here is the next chapter. I think it's good, but tell me how you like max's little pain monologue.
Flash Back
Then the Voice decided to yell in my head. Well, not yell 'cause the Voice never shows any emotion, but … you get the point. Max, the flock needs you. You must go after them. It said.
Um, DUH! I thought back.
No, you need to not follow the flock, Max. You will only lose. You must wait. They need you to wait.
No way! I thought again. They are my flock, I'm going to rescue them.
You may do that Max, if you want them to die.
End Flash Back
Iggy sat upright, as I gasped. Really loudly. "Sh- Shoot", I edited my language automatically.
"Max?" Ig said.
"I'm, uh- gonna go after Fang," I told him.
No you're not, the voice informed me, You're going after the Flock.
They're two different things, I said primly.
Max, in going after Fang, you go for your Flock.
"SHUP UP!" I screamed at the voice.
Iggy jumped up several feet. "What the Hell? What is going on Max. Damn it, don't run off too."
I sneered in his direction in frustration and through myself off the cliff. Was I healed more? Um, sure. Like my bones were
broken half way instead of split in two. Did it hurt? Frankly, the better question would be 'What the hell didn't hurt right
now?'
As my mom, Dr. Martinez had said, there were other types of hurt other than physical. Right now, my heart ached with worry
for the Flock. I was furiously worried for Fang. He was such an idiot. When I caught up with him…
But, right now, I had to concentrate on trying to be a flying teenager. Being a dead teenager would not be nearly as useful.
I flew as fast as I could in the pain, which was to say, not very fast.
Have you ever been delirious with pain? Well let me describe the experience for you. First, you need to be in pain. Second,
this pain should be constant. Third, it should take all your concentration not to cry or scream, depending on your reaction to
pain. Then, your mind should feel really fuzzy, kinda like you're really sleepy. Nothing should make much sense. Your entire
mind is focused on the pain, primarily how to make it end. Though, at this point, 'your entire mind' is not worth a lot. The
worst part though, is knowing that you can lessen the pain, by stopping, but then forcing yourself on.
I was at this final stage and fighting with all my might not to slowly descend and fall asleep in a nice comfy tree, in a
conveniently located state park. Only years of tolerating pain made it possible for me to think at all. When I did think it was
mainly bloodlust for those who had take my family.