Chap 5
Meetings
I looked own at Max as she hugged the rest of the flock. Her body was emaciated, her clothes hanging loosely over her body. There were cuts and scrapes all over her body. Some seemed to be burn marks; holes forever in her.
Angel pushed herself back from Max's grip, "Are you okay Max?"
Max looked up at me as if I had the answer. My eyes told Angel no, but Max's voice spoke louder. "Yes I'm fine."
She smiled at me and I gave her a half smile back , more for my own comfort than hers.
"Are you sure? You look different." Angel inquired.
"Yes honey, I'm fine." Max pulled Angel back into a hug, stroking her hair.
Max had been missing for almost two years and they act as if she'd in the bathroom for two minutes. I had missed her so much. I've been looking for since I woke up without her next to me.
When Jeb came to me this morning, not that I know how he found, and told me that Max needed me my common sense told me that to punch him hard in the gut but another part of me told me that he knew where she was.
As we headed toward the school (we went in the schools jet) we picked up the others from the flock. We landed at walked in to the school. Just the sight of the examining tables brought back dark memories of cold metal against your back as an evil colder knife cut into your body. Jeb had tried to hurry us past certain rooms down the main corridor to the building. As we headed toward the doctors living quarters we could here the begging of the poor creatures in the kennels. I knew that it wouldn't be that long until they wouldn't have enough energy to moan and cry any more. They would just silently hope that the next experiment would kill them so they wouldn't have to come back to the kennel that was soon to be their tomb. We continued listening to the dreaded cries until it was blocked out by the sight of Max once again.
Now I watched as silent tears swept over her eyes. Her pain and suffering washed away by worry. When I had first arrived I had seen despair in her eyes, then it turned to happiness. It had probably been the first time her eyes had lit up in two years.
But then as it sunk into her, her eyes frosted over with a worry that hasn't faltered yet. I don't know how am I always able to tell this but to me Max's eyes are like an open book into to her thoughts and feelings. I can tell when she was pissed or ecstatic or lying. The latter was the one I most relied on.
There was only one time she was able to trick me. That was the night she came to give herself up to the school. The one time she needed me the most to stop her and I wasn't there. The thought of that had haunted me for the past to years. To think that it was my fault she could be dieing… let's just say I'll never forgive myself
Max let go of the flock, walked over to me, and hugged me. Faintly in my ear I heard a faint whisper, "I need you to get out of here now." her voice sounding way too urgent.
An idea popped into my head, If I can get her away from the school.
"Hey flock!" I called, "What so you think about taking Max for a flight?"
Before Max could protest the flock had pushed her outside.