AN: Here' the next one! Thanks so much for the reviews, guys! I love getting them. :P The more you review, the more I post. I have a whole outline of the story, so I can type up the chapters pretty quickly, but I do need some persuading. :P
Chapter Three
The next morning the Flock was up, dressed, and fed before eight a.m. The receptionist from the night before was still there, and looked appalled at how much we ate for breakfast. I gave him a sheepish grin as we headed out of the hotel; we had pretty much eaten the entire buffet, and there were a ton more people that they had to feed. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet, though. They just didn't realize that we could eat so much.
"Okay guys, keep heading towards New York. We'll take a quick lunch break around noon," I said, spreading my wings out and giving them a quick shake. The kids all jumped into the air, eager to get to New York. Iggy, Fang, and I followed, slightly less enthusiastic.
"So, what happens once we get to New York?" Fang asked, flying up beside me an hour or so later.
"Don't know. Jeb will probably pop in some time soon, telling me to go save the world, but until then, I don't see the harm in relaxing."
Fang nodded, satisfied with my answer. We flew side by side for a while, the kids and Iggy chasing each other in front of us. I let my mind wander, enjoying the clear blue sky and cool air around me.
"When's the last time Jeb contacted you?" Fang asked suddenly, pulling me from my trance.
"Um…After we defeated the School," I said. "Wow, that seems like ages ago, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Fang replied, already lost in his thoughts again.
"Why?"
"No reason. Just wondering…" I looked back over at Fang. He was gliding through the air, his wings on autopilot, his mind off in some faraway place. I decided to let it go, and flew alongside him in silence.
"Guys, start looking for somewhere to eat!" I called out to the Flock around noon. The kids all perked up and started searching for a fast-food place.
"There's one!" Gazzy called out after a few minutes. He pointed down at a diner, about fifty yards ahead of us and in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for a bunch of mutant-freaks on the run.
"Alright, let's land!"
We all landed behind the diner, this time without me tripping (thankfully.) We filed into the diner, being met by a rush of cold air.
There were some ladies dressed in pink poodle-skirts behind the silver counter, and a few people who looked old enough to be grandparents sitting in the booths. Uh-oh, I guess it was a school day. Hopefully no one will wonder why six kids aren't in school in the middle of the day.
We all grabbed swivel seats at the silver counter, looking up at the menu on the wall. A middle-aged woman came over to us, with a pad of paper in one hand and a pen in the other.
"What can I get you, darlings?" she asked. We all placed our orders, and by the time we had finished ordering, the woman's eyes were as large as plates. She quickly shook it off, though, and turned to give our orders to the chef. Hopefully he had a lot of help back there.
"Hey Max?" Iggy called out from the other end of the counter.
"Yeah Igs?" I asked, figuring that any of the people who would hear me call him that would assume it was just one of the names that kids used nowadays.
"Do you hear that?" I closed my eyes, hoping to enhance my hearing, but heard nothing.
"What? The lame karaoke machine?" Fang asked.
"No. That humming sound." I tried to tune out the soft music coming from the machine, but still heard nothing.
"Shoot," Fang whispered, swiveling his chair to face me. "Flyboys."
My eyes widened a bit. I had assumed we would have a little bit of peace after we destroyed so many of them a few days back. I quickly assumed my leader-position, barking out orders. "Flock, get outside, quick. Flyboys."
We all jumped up and headed out of the diner, immediately being greeted by about one hundred Flyboys. Please, one hundred? Easy. They must have had a shortage of Flyboys.
"Hey! Get back here! You can't order all that food and then not pay for it!" The waitress yelled, running out after us. She stopped on the front stairs, her mouth wide open as she stared at the Flyboys surrounding the diner.
"Go back inside," I told her, not wanting an innocent person to get killed by the Flyboys. Her mouth opened and closed several times, and she finally settled on nodding and backing into the diner.
"Let's go," Fang called out, jumping into the swarm of Flyboys with a hard round-house kick.
"You heard him! Get fighting!" I said, joining Fang in the mass of Flyboys. I quickly became immersed in the fight, kicking and punching all the Flyboys I could reach. I used an upper-cut on one of their spines, where they are the weakest.
Nothing happened.
I tried again, this time with a hard kick. The Flyboy was still standing, and now very angry. They must have updated the Flyboys since the last time we fought them. I froze for a moment, trying to figure out how to defeat them. Strong metal arms wrapped around my waist in my moment's hesitation, pulling me into a bone-crushing bear hug.
I've been in this position many times in my fourteen years, so I knew just what to do; struggle. I kicked, squirmed, bit, and yelled, but the Flyboy's arms wouldn't budge. They were locked in place around my waist.
"Go for their knees!" I heard Fang call out. The rest of the Flock immediately did so, swiping the knees of the Flyboys they were fighting. The robots fell to the ground instantly. I tried to lift my leg to kick my captor in the knees, but another Flyboy punched my stomach before I could. I winced as the air left my lungs.
I hated being the damsel in distress, but I had to admit that I was stuck. "Fang!" I called out, before a metal hand clamped down on my mouth.
I felt the Flyboy holding me raise from the ground a little, getting ready to fly off. Fang looked up to see me hanging limply in the Flyboy's arms. Getting hit in the stomach with metal is not exactly pleasant.
"Max!" he called out, jumping up and catching up with the group of Flyboys taking me away. He quickly knocked three of them down with a sweep to their knees. Wow, the whitecoats certainly didn't do a good job on this batch.
Back on the ground, the kids had finished off the last of the Flyboys. "Go find a cave! Ig's in charge!" Fang called out, punching another one in the face. The kids obliged, somewhat reluctantly, and took off.
I hung in the Flyboy's arms, feeling useless as Fang knocked another one to the ground. Now there were just three left. "Let go of her," he growled, sweat appearing on his brow as he struggled with the one holding me. Surprisingly, it did.
From twenty feet in the air.
Fang quickly turned to dive after me, but the Flyboys were too quick. They got him in a death grip and stuck a long needle filled with yellow liquid into his flailing arm. He suddenly went limp, and the Flyboys took off in the opposite direction that the kids did, heading off to the School.
Leaving me on the ground, feeling like my leg had been run over and my stomach hurting even more. "Fang!" I whispered, too weak to yell after him. I raised my head slightly, trying to get up. My vision began to fade, and I rested my head back on the ground, passing out.
AN: There you go. Max is unconscious and Fang is gone. Gasp! Don't worry, there will be PLENTY of fax later on. I just need to do this, first. :P Review, please!