Chapter 3: Jason and Omega: Part One
Jason Montgomery sped down the 7 plus lane highway. California was always weird like that. The silver sports convertible carelessly weaved and bobbed in and out of traffic. It wasn't that Jason was in a rush to get to work, it was the rush that he got from going fast. That's why he did many things he did. Bungee jumping, extreme skiing, base jumping, and every extreme sport you can think of, that what he did. He was good at it to. The rush was worth the money. It was almost a good as flying.
He recalled his fellow Flock members. Iggy and Gazzy were government scientists building bigger and better bombs for the people. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Nudge was a budding actor.
Angel was focusing on getting her diploma.
And him? Well, Jason (formerly known as Fang), was one of the most successful business men to walk on God's good Earth. The ladies loved the rich, dark and handsome type. Fang loved the ladies.
He realized how self centered he sounded and threw his head back and laughed. If Max had known what he was think she would have called him a self centered sexist pig.
A pang erupted in his chest.
Max…
He had not called or written her in a while. It wasn't as if she had bothered to call back. But sometimes he would blame Max for his absence of contact.
She had changed. It happened when Angel had been captured by the School in Canada. As expected, Max selflessly gave herself up in Angel's place. She could not bear the thought of Angel being tortured yet again.
Max had shown up, stumbling into their camp half dead. They looked up from their plans to bust her out of the School. Even then she was different. Max was crying, sobbing, in front of them freely. She never did that. She never wanted to show any weaknesses.
Max became quiet, withdrawn. When she did speak her thoughts would be morbid, horrible. It destroyed the Flock. It was a week later when they had called for a U and A, they found out Max's wings was gone.
Flashback
"Okay, guys time to go!" Fang yelled.
He had taken some command over the past week. He hated it but he knew after Max returned to her old self she would be rearing to take command again. Too bad he forgot to never make assumptions.
Everyone grabbed their stuff and unfurled their wings. Everyone except Max. She sat a few yards off on a small boulder. She tiredly raised her eyes form the ground and watched the Flock take off with glassy eyes. Fang noticed this and flew down towards her.
"Come on!" He smiled just a bit. But inside he was worried. Max never passed up and opportunity to fly.
Angel gasped behind him. She landed and ran to Max.
"It's not true is it? Please Max tell me that they're there." She begged practically in hysterics.
"I'm sorry Angel." Her voice came out soft, broken.
Fang pulled up. "Max, why won't you fly?"
Angel looked at him tear-stricken. "She can't."
She faced Max once more. "How did they do it?"
Max faced the ground shaking her head. The whole Flock surrounded them by now.
"You should not ever see that Angel."
"Max…"
"EVER!"
With that Max stalked off into the surrounding woods.
END FLASHBACK
Fang winced. Angel was eternally grateful Max had done that for her. She goes and visits her once in a while, bringing news of how Max is faring.
She was the only one who had the guts to face Max. The rest of the Flock, including Fang, was always too taken by guilt. Max had given herself up for Angel. It should have been him!
Fang hit the steering wheel in frustration. Max had done everything for the Flock. Look where she turned out! A waitress in a stinking hellhole of an apartment!
He did not notice the nondescript whit van swerve in front of him before it was too late. Fang hit the truck at the truck at 80 miles per hour. The front car folded in itself like a retractable fan. Fang felt his body fly into the air and he almost felt like he was flying again. He tried to outstretch his wings, but his dress shirt and navy blazer permitted him from doing so.
The Earth tilted up to meet Fang. Max voice popped into his brain. Strange way to die.
Yeah. He felt his body make bone jarring contact, then blackness.
I wasn't going to end the chapter here, but I want to update, and the next place to end is like six pages away. Sorry!