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Chapter Three
Fang's POV
11:35 PM
I kind of feel bad for leaving Kate behind, but then again I feel kind of bad I did go. I didn't really want to, but I'm a no-talk kinda guy. If someone wants me to do something, I find it hard to say no. I'm kind of getting the hang of it, though, being the leader of this band of children. x]
So yes. I don't like being here! It's loud, and full of drunk teenagers, which not only makes me claustrophobic, but disgusted. Yeah, I should've said no.
"Hey," Star says, standing next to me by the wall. "What you doing?"
"Wishing I had stayed with Kate," I reply. "This is annoying."
"Really?"
"Yeah," I reply, taking a glass bottle from her hand and throwing it against the wall.
Star frowns. "What'd you do that for?"
"Can't you see yourself?" I ask. "You look like an idiot. Come on, we're leaving."
"Fang!" she yells.
"Ratch!" I call toward the other room.
Ratchet pokes his head from the other room and looks at Fang.
"We're leaving."
"Dude, come on!" Ratchet complains. "We've only been here for like…" he trails off.
"Yeah. Come on." Then I practically have to drag him out of the house, the others noticing and following, thankfully.
"Did we—did we really have to just leave?" Ratchet asks, obviously high.
"Yeah, Ratchet, we did," I say, Ratchet reaching for the drivers door. "No, let me drive."
"Why do you get to drive?"
"'Cause you're drunk. You'll kill us."
"I won't kill you," Ratchet complains.
"Just shut up and get in the car," Maya groans.
Fifteen minutes later, we're still on the road and Ratch is still high, mumbling to himself, while I try to ignore him and focus on the road. I still suck at driving, but I've been doing better. As usual, I occupy myself by thinking.
About five minute later, Star, who's sitting beside me in the navigation seat, gasps. "Fang!" she yells. I look up, and notice the car in front of us has stopped. I slam on the breaks, but it's too late—I crash into it. The car behind us crashes into us. The airbag deploys, whiplashing my head.
For a stunned moment, I can't do anything. I wait for the airbag to cool off and then see what I can do. "Everyone alright?" I ask.
"Oww," Ratchet groans, holding his nose. "Yeah, you won't let me drive 'cause I'll kill somebody."
I ignore him and check out everybody.
Maya holds the back of her head. "I'm fine."
Star holds her arm. When she removes it to examine what happened, I notice her wrist is bent at an unnatural angle and all along her arms are minor friction burns. "What happened to you?" I ask.
"I stopped it," she replies.
"Stopped what?"
"The airbag."
"Impressive."
Star turns to me, then her eyes widen. "What happened to you?"
For once I think of my own injuries. The side of my face hurts, my head hurts from the whiplash, and I'm pretty sure my arm is broken. I flip down the visor and look at the mirror. The whole left side of my face is caked with blood from an unidentifiable cut that feels somewhere around my temple. "Anyone else bleeding?"
"Not really."
"Okay then," I say, reaching down to grab a box of Kleenexes. "I figure it'll be a while before we're moved, so do any of you mind?"
"No, Fang, don't worry about us," Star says, pushing the airbag back into its place with her uninjured hand.
So I take some Kleenexes out and wipe most of the blood away, trying to stop the bleeding. When I've got most of it taken care of, I sigh and turn on the radio. I flip through stations looking for music, but all have been turned to the same station. Weird…
"...Disappearances seem to be reported all around the world. Every child, gone, and thousands of adults and teens seem to have disappeared right out of their clothes. Car wrecks have occurred everywhere from people disappearing while driving, killing even more people…"
Star looks at me, terrified.
"Is that what just happened?" Maya asks.
"Guess so…" I reply slowly. All I can think of is Max. Evert child? Are Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge gone? Has the whole flock disappeared?
"How could they have reported that that fast?" Star asks.
"I don't know."
"It said it was reported all over the world. Must be pretty catastrophic."
"Yeah…"
"So," I start, "what do we do now? Should we stick around for the police? Or run?"
"Run."
"But what about my car?" Ratchet whines.
"We'll leave it," I reply. "If it's still here when all of this is cleared up, we'll drive it back."
"I don't see why you would want to," Maya says softly. "It's a piece of crap now. It'll take more money to fix this thing than to buy a new one."
"Okay then," Star says. "Then let's go." She opens her car door, and steps out.
The rest of us follow.
"Now, which way is the house…?" Ratchet asks.
"That way," Maya replies, and begins walking that way.
"How do you know?"
"I just do okay?" Maya replies. "Now follow me."
Soon we approach a parking lot, where so many cars and even a semi are wrecked and bloodied people are freaking out. We're careful not to look at anybody or talk to anybody, stay in the shadows of the darkness, but we cancel that plan when a woman comes up to us. "Please!" she cries. "Please, help me! My baby! He's gone!"
"What?" Star asks.
But the woman had already moved on to somebody else. Star begins to walk away, but I stay and watch. A girl who looks about in her early twenties, maybe nineteen, with brown hair, who looks just about as scared as everyone walks up to the woman. "What's going on?" she asks.
"My baby! He just disappeared out of his car seat! There's only his clothes!" Then she begins mumbling some more cries to herself while the girl opens the car door and looks in the seat. She shuffles some things around in the baby's seat before getting out and running a hand through her hair. She begins to shut the door, when something catches her eye.
"Hey!" she shouts toward a direction. "Hey that's my car!"
I look where she begins to run and see a very bloody man in a white Jeep throwing out a backpack and driving away. The girl sighs and whispers to herself, "Somebody just stole my car." Of course, I could only hear that because I am a mutant, and my senses are better than most. At least that's what I think…
The brunette picks up her backpack that got thrown out and pulls out her phone, dials a number and puts it to her ear, but then instantly shuts it. Something must be wrong with the lines. Sighing, she begins walking toward the woods, which just so happens to be in our direction.
I turn back to the Pack (which I have begun to call us) and we continue walking. The brunette starts walking near us, matching our pace. Maya glances toward her and begins to talk to her. "Have you lost somebody too?" she asks.
The girl looks sideways at her, then back down at her feet. "I don't know yet," she replies.
"Me either," Maya says. "What's your name?"
"Chloe."
"I'm Maya."
Chloe nods. After a few minutes of silence, Chloe starts a conversation. "Are you guys related or something?" she asks, slowly taking in our close ages and different appearances through the darkness.
Star looks at me.
"Uh, yeah," I reply. "Sort of."
Chloe looks at me inelegantly.
"We were adopted."
At a lame excuse, she seems to believe me. "That's cool."
"So, do you live around here?" Star asks, looking at Chloe in a caring but talkative way, and I am clouded by the thought of who that reminds me of. And then who that reminds me of. (A/N: if you haven't read Maximum Ride, because this is a crossover, I will be nice. The talkative person is Nudge. Then that reminds him of Max, his girlfriend he hasn't seen in forever.):
"Yeah, my neighborhood is just up the hill."
"Sorry, Chloe, but we gotta go this way," Maya says, dragging Star away as the rest of us turn toward the deeper woods.
"Okay," Chloe says, kicking a rock.
"It was nice talking to you! I'm Star by the way!"
Chloe slightly smiles and waves with her hand still on her backpack strap, then turns and makes a straight face, knowing I'm still watching her. She probably won't remember us if she saw us again.
About thirty minutes later, we approach the house, all run down and abandoned. We've fixed it up though, to power and electricity, to little refrigerators and a TV. We've been careful not to put anything on the outside, and keep the car hidden, so no one will know anyone lives here.
"Kate!" Star yells as she opens the door, then we all listen for her response. But the house sounds empty. "Kate!" Star yells again, then runs to the living room in search for her. We all seem to do the same. I quietly lurk down the hall and enter her room. Sure enough, on her be, are her night clothes and an open bible sits on her pillow. Behind me, the Pack slowly gathers around.
Star covers her mouth. "Kate's gone."
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