Chapter Four
--Sorry for the long update. My computer has been crashed forever and I was able to use my friends. Ill try everything to update faster!--
I picked her up and looked around me. There was something wrong. She would never do that and to tell you honestly as many stupid mistakes as she does, this has to be the dumbest. I stretched out my wings and flew back as fast as I could. It wasn't as fast as Max but hey, I could get the job done and right now that's all that mattered.
On my way home, I looked for any signs of Flyboys, Erasers, of even Whitecoats to see if I could find what caused Max to jump. There was nothing and I looked at Max a bit more closely. Something was too different about her. Why can't she remember us?! Once she saw me it should've triggered something.
"Come on Max, give me any sign that you still remember." I whispered under my breath.
Max P.O.V.
It was dark. My head hurt and when I tried to open my eyes I only saw a bright light that hurt my eyes even more. My body was in unbelievable pain. I didn't know who did this to me and I definitely wouldn't have let this happen. No one has ever knocked me down. Why do I get the feeling they used a stun gun on me?! I heard a bunch of noise like machine's and people talking. Why do I also get the feeling that whitecoats finally got to me?
"I can't believe that worked. I have to say, this is indeed a job well done." Jeb?! I realize he's been dying to get his hands on me but what did he want with me now?!
"I'm glad she's finally where she belongs and we can get our hands on Fang and the rest of them. Face it, they're nothing without Max." Ari?! What the hell?! Why would he want me?! 'Course there is always that love thing that he had for me... What do they want with my flock?! What were they going to do to them?!
"NO!!!!!" I tried to scream. It just seemed to echo off in my head. I started thrashing around and it seemed like that got their attention. I guess I could still move because I felt six pairs of hands on my body trying to hold me down.
"Get control of her now!" I heard what sounded like Jeb yell at them. They had me down and I continued to struggle. Soon I felt a cold needle through me and the liquid running through my body.
"No........no....my.....flock...." I started to dose off and soon was wrapped around in pitch blackness; no machines, no voices, only the memory of Fang and me on the Pier that one night in D.C.
"Fang....." ran out of my mouth before I could say anything.
Fang P.O.V.
"Fang..." I heard come out of Max's lips. I looked at her in shock. She knew me as Nick. This is good. Something is coming back and I can't wait to tell Dr. Martinez.
I landed in front of her house and started to run in. Pushing through the door, I ran to the living room and called Dr. Martinez's name.
"Doc, I kinda need you." I yelled as I ran to the couch and sat her down. Dr. Martinez was down the stairs before I could call again.
"What is it Nick, what happen-" She saw Max lying on the couch unconscious. "What happened to her?!" She ran over to the closet and pulled out some kind of medical bag and then ran back to me.
"We were at the school play ground when she started to climb up higher and higher. I tried to stop her when she became unconscious and fell." I moved out of the way but still watched Max as she looked over her. She was checking her blood pressure, heart rate, in her eyes, and a bunch of other things that I didn't even know she could do to her.
"Fang we need to move her to a more private place." Dr. Martinez said as she started packing up.
"Why not here?! The flock knows her and that stuff." I said not moving.
"I need to look at her wings, Ella doesn't know about them." She whispered in my ear. I looked up to see Ella's shocked face. She was scared and seeing her wings would've scared her even more.
"Alright, where?" I asked picking her up and following Dr. Martinez.
"To my office." We ran into her office and she closed the door behind me.
"I take it no one else is aloud in?!" I asked with a smile smirk on my face.
"Ya think?!" She said. She ran to her desk and threw everything off of it. I had to hold my laugh in; I never thought I would live to see the day that I saw someone do that. "Bring her over here." I brought her over and laid her on the desk. By the looks of it, Max was going through a memory of something. She seemed to be panicky.
"Fang, get me my bag." I looked around and saw that the bag was right at my feet. What a perfect place! Right where I could've dropped Max because I tripped over it.
Lifting it up, I was able to set it right next to Max and at a perfect place for Dr. Martinez to get into it. Yeah, I know, I'm good.
"Help me flip her over." I walked to the other side of Max and on a count of three we managed to flip her to her back. "Fang, you're going to want to stand back a little." I took about two steps back. "No, Fang, like enough to let her wings out. I'm going to hit a nerve that will cause them to spring out in five seconds." I backed up against the wall and watched Dr. Martinez. She looked behind her wings and touched a single spot. Jumping out of the way just in time, Max's wings jumped thirteen feet out. I pushed harder against the wall as her wings flew just past the tip of my nose. I mentally wiped my forehead and sighed.
That was close. I thought to myself. I walked around Max's wings and joined Dr. Martinez back at the desk...well for as close as we could get. Dr. Martinez started moving her feathers around a bit and soon revealed a metal tracking device.
"How long has Max had that on her back?!" I asked stunned, scared, and damn right angry.
"Her whole life." That answered my next question.
"That would explain why Flyboys could always find them. Who put it there?!" She acted as if she didn't hear me. I knew she did and I could tell she didn't want to answer that question.
"Answer me Doc. Who put it there?" I was getting angrier by the second.
"Fang...you have to listen to me. Once I found out that Jeb was changing her in to what she is I had to have a way to know where she was. I asked him if he could do anything so I could know she was safe and know where she was but he lied to me. Then he caught me crying and came up with the tracking devise. It was never meant to be used as a torture devise like they have been. I asked Jeb to make them stop but he didn't listen. He said he wanted to make sure that nothing would hurt her and that she would always be safe seeing as she's his daughter but everything went wrong. Fang, you have got to listen to me." She could tell that I was getting angrier by the second.
"You're the one that made it so we could never be safe and free of Flyboys and Erasers?! You're the one who put us through all this shit?!" She could clearly hear my anger and I could tell I was hurting her. To tell you honestly I didn't care.
"Fang, you have got to listen to me! I told Jeb to stop everything once I knew that he was torturing all of you. He didn't listen and finally I threatened to kill him and that's when he took Max away from you. That's when he shot her down and took away her memories and hid her in the one place he knew you guys wouldn't look. Here. I wanted to tell you anyway I could and help Max but he wouldn't let me." There was fear in her voice and all over her face. I don't know if it was fear of Jeb or fear of me because I could tell I didn't look pleasant right now.
"Do whatever you have to, I want that gone or at least her conscious by the time I get back." I didn't say anything as I walked out of the room, slammed the door behind me, walked past the flock, and out to the back yard.
"I'll be back." I mumbled closing the door behind me.
"Ella, can you show me some more shoes?" I heard Angel ask behind me. She knew what I was doing and thank god she was able to distract her from what I was about to do. I ran, well really jogged, and jumped letting my wings catch air and send me flying. That was one thing that couldn't make me mad, air.
Thank you Angel. I knew she would be listening.
You're welcome. She really is sorry you know. She tried everything she could. I could tell that she had been listening in on the conversation.
I know but right now I can't be there. I might hurt someone if I don't find a constructive way to get rid of the anger I have.
Go to the junk yard five miles from here. It should help. I smiled and turned to the east. We had passed it going to the school's play ground. It should help me a lot.
Iggy's P.O.V
I was sitting there on the couch listening to a commercial for Sham-Wow! when Fang came rushing out of Dr. M's office. I could just tell that he was pissed. I mentally followed him to the back door and heard Angel ask for Ella to show her more shoes. I guess that's always a good way to distract a girls mind. I shall try that next time. I just shrugged and tried to pay more attention to the commercial.
"Ig, Dr. Martinez wants to see you in her office." Gazzy said placing his hand on my shoulder. I knew right away it had something to do with Max.
I got up from the couch and let the Gasman have the T.V. I could already hear the cartoons start to play.
I stopped right in front of the door and knocked.
"Who is it?" I heard her call from behind the door. I looked around and made sure that Ella wouldn't hear me...why did I just look around? Yeah, that's a mystery I'll have to solve later.
"Iggy." I called loud enough only for her to hear.
"Come in." I opened the door and started walking toward where I knew she would be at.
"What can I help with Doc?" I asked placing my hands in my pockets.
"Iggy, how good are you with disassembling electronics?!" I could hear the fear waver in her voice.
"It depends on the device."
"A tracking devise." I bit my lip. I haven't worked on a tracking device in ages! This was going to be so much fun.
"Well...I really haven't had much work with one...yeah I'm pretty good with them." I couldn't help the smile play across my face.
"Oh my god, thank you so much Iggy." She sighed in relief. "Come here and feel the corner of Max's wing." I walked over and did what she said. Immediately, I could tell that this device was going to take time.
"I know what I have to do. All you have to do is hand me the tools and I should be good." I placed both hands on the device and got to work.
Fang's P.O.V.
The wind blew past me as I hurried along to the junk yard. They had to have had something for me to destroy. I mean, come on, it is a junk yard after all.
Looking down I could see the junk yard clearly and I started to make my desend into the junk yard where no one would see me and I could make as much noise as I wanted.
As I landed, a million thoughts desided to play in my head. Everything Doc said, everything that we have ever lived through, the kiss on the Pier...everything and anything possible was going through my mind. I even, somehow, had politics in my head. No one likes politics and they always piss people off.
I lifted up a bumber from an old car and threw it into a pile of trash. It wasn't loud enough to get ride of my anger. I looked around and found the run down piece of shit car that bumper came off of. Walking...wait no...running over to the car, I didn't have patience to walk right now, I grabbed a head light and tore it off the car. Throwing it into the same stack of trash, I smiled as I heard the glass break. I did the same thing to the other light and just started tearing away at the car. The engine was no longer there by the time I was done and I had moved to the inside of the car. That was going to be too easy and maybe tearing the fabric off the car would help me relax a whole hell of a lot more.
I was working my way to the back of the car when I heard wings flapping. Picking up the entire back seat, I got out and threw it in the direction the noise was coming from.
"Fang...stop..." I looked at who had called me and had to double take. No way in hell am I seeing this right!
"Max..." I mumbled and dropped to my knees.
--Oh cliffy! Sorry for the long wait. try to update a whole hell of a lot faster. Review!!!--
