Hey again. It's good to be writing again, though I'm not sure where the next chapters will lead. I'll figure it out eventually, though, and without further ado:
Read onwards!
3rd Person POV
As the first scream rippled through the deadly silent hotel suite, no one in Max's flock moved.
By the time the second scream came, Fang was rushing into the kitchen and staring in shock as his best friend suffered an unknown amount of physical pain.
Max's screams and cries broke Fang's heart, but he felt himself freeze. This was not the Max he knew. Something was terribly wrong.
The rest of the flock gathered in the kitchen, and they too froze in place. No one moved, not even as they all watched their leader slam her head against the nearby wall. Slowly, each pair of eyes viewed the blood that trickled down Max's neck and from her mouth.
When the pleas ended, time seemed to slow down even farther.
Fang slowly reached out his hands to aid Max, and cautiously he cradled her in his arms.
He stood, brushed the hair from her face and took a shaky breath.
"Guys," he said, "we have to take her to the hospital."
Silence. 5 heads swept Fang's way, and each member processed his logic.
Little by little, everyone filed out of the kitchen. Stretching their wings to full size, the flock too off from the balcony.
If the site of 5 teenage kids and their mutant dog didn't alarm the staff at the hospital, the girl lying unconsciously in Fang's arms did.
Before the group could get their story together, a nurse showed up with a look of panic on his face.
"What happened?" the man demanded.
Nudge surprised everyone by saying, "Our sister, she fell while… skateboarding… without a helmet on…"
The panic never left the nurse's face. "Let's get her on a gurney," was all he said.
The flock was forced to sit out in the waiting room while the doctor's evaluated Max's condition.
No one said a word. Not one complaint about the smell of disinfectant or the looks of the people's faces who were waiting next to them.
4 of them had been through this before; waiting for answers and hoping that the person they all trusted was going to survive through the night.
Just when Fang thought he was going to go insane, a small hand gripped his.
"She's going to be okay," Angel whispered to him. Fang just nodded and gave the youngest member of the flock what he prayed was a confident smile.
"I'm sure."
It was then that one of the doctors walked out.
"Are you here for Max?" She asked.
With a simple nod, the doctor ushered Fang away from the group.
"Is she okay?"
"Max is, well… we did an x-ray of head and discovered something quite unusual. The x-ray shows something that can only be described as a chip… like for tracking."
She showed Fang the image, and he stopped.
The chip-that's definitely what it was-it didn't look like the one that was in Max's arm previously.
"Ma'am," Fang called after a second, "the chip… can you remove it?"
The doctor shook her head. "I'm afraid not. That chip is surrounded by some pretty important tissue in the occipital lobe; plus, we have no information about this chip."
"That's it?"
"Aside from stitching the gash on her neck, yes, that's all we can do."
"I want to talk to her." Fang demanded.
The doctor looked ashen. "I'm sorry, but…"
She never finished her sentence. A nurse wandered over, and the doctor returned with a scowl.
"She's asking for you."
Max's POV
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I was aware of was the smell of disinfectant. I had just enough time to groan before the pain in the back of my head flared.
A little nurse came in and did a double take.
"You're… up."
I decided to play nice and ask, "May I see my family?"
"Um…"
"How about… F-" I tried to remember his name from Virginia.
Finally, I just gave up and described him as "The tall and dark one; with overlong hair and dressed all black. Hard to miss, really."
The nurse nodded and left, returning a few minutes later with Fang on her heels.
He sat in the chair next to my bed and grabbed my hand.
I listened in silence as he explained what was going on; as he told me about the chip.
My mind was trying to process it all. The chip and the urge to kill Fang were connected. But how?
Unless…
Before Mr. Chu captured my mom, he kidnapped me. I never understood why he would let me get away without putting up much of a fight.
Now, it was beginning to make sense.
Mr. Chu kept me long enough to implant this stupid chip in my brain.
He was the one controlling me… trying to make me kill Fang.
As I turned to explain my breakthrough to my second in command, my eyes clouded over. I knew this feeling. Things weren't going to end well.
My hand clutched the nearest object; a syringe.
I had just enough time to shout, "Fang, look out!" before my body flung the weapon.
Phew. That's kinda a lot for me (especially when I'm this tired)
Hope you guys enjoy the holiday weekend.
(And I actually looked all of this stuff up! Yeah!)
Anyways, review? Anyone?
~Faxisthegreatest123~