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Max POV
Let me tell you something: Having a shot wing, a freaking earthquake headache, and a missing flock, doesn't really make your day. Especially mine. I'm serious.
As I stood up and looked around the moonlight filled clearing, I noticed something lying on the ground about seven feet away. I walked toward it, my wing still gushing blood. I kneeled down on one knee and inspected it.
One word to sum up this object: Sweet.
It was a machine gun, fully loaded. Excellent, now if I saw Ari, I'd blow his freaking brains out.
The machine gun had a strap on it, to keep on your shoulder. I switched on that safety switch thing and slung it across my back. Now I had to look for the flock.
I looked around, checking the ground for footprints. There were none. Crap.
Woodland surrounded me, and I headed off into the trees, still clutching the never-stops-bleeding wing.
I wandered for what seemed like hours. It probably had been. I scanned the ground for anything that could help patch up my bullet wound. And I was successful. Considering how there had been some rain last night, I found some mud and slung it on my wound. Then I tore up a bit of my sleeve to make a tight bandage. I wrapped it around my wing, wincing as pain seeped through it. I was so going to murder Ari, and whichever Eraser had shot me.
I kept walking.
And walking.
And walking.
Until I thought my feet would fall off from exhaustion. One part of my brain was saying: It's okay Max. Just stop and rest for a bit. You'll find the flock in the morning. Then there was another part saying: Max you idiot! How dare you even think about resting! You have a flock to find!!
Of course, I listened to the second half.
So I kept walking.
Judging by the position of the moon, it was probably about four in the morning. I'd been wandering all night. I was cold, hungry, thirsty, and I'd started coughing not to long ago. My bullet wound had stopped bleeding, but now it was stinging horribly. Just another wonderful gift from reality. I had to face the facts: I needed help, and I had to find the flock. Now.
It was probably two more hours before I finally plopped down on a log and fell dead asleep.
Fang POV
Oh my God. Why am I in so much pain. What am I laying on? And where's the flock. Where's Max? Where's Ari?
I could barely move my head, but I could see that I wasn't in the clearing full of Erasers. WTH??!?!?!?!? I was in the middle of woods, God knows which. No one was near me. Only a few bugs and the occasional chipmunk that dared come near a mutant freak like me. I heard the babbling of a brook somewhere off a ways.
Where was I?
A surge of pain coursed through my body. It was mainly my stomach that hurt, where Ari had clawed me. I felt my lips bleeding, and a tooth was missing. God that had been one heck of a crash landing.
Suddenly, pain surged through me like an electric shock. What the-
And I blacked out. Again.
Max POV
I only got about three hours of sleep. Because face it: Sleeping on a log ain't all that comfortable. But anyway, I woke up to have bright sunlight blind me. Ugh, just what I need: Blindness.
I yawned and stretched, suddenly wincing as pain seared through my wing. I seriously had to do something about that.
I stood up, and looked around. I still had my machine gun with me. That was good. And I could hear the babbling of a brook a bit away from me. Yes. Water.
Jogging, I went through a few of the trees, and reached the brook. There it was: Clear as day, fresh, and cold.
I drank as much as I could possibly hold, and then remembered that I had a water canteen. Which was in my backpack. Which I had given to Iggy for safe keeping. Aw, crap.
Energized, I followed the brook, my sneakers squishing in the soft mud.
I walked along the brook all day and found nothing. Darkness came pretty dang fast. But still I kept walking, determined to find my flock. After a while longer, I drank from the stream. And then I surged off of the bank of it, going deeper in land.
As I got deeper, I noticed that it was getting cold. And that snow covered the ground here. Wait-what?
Snow? In the middle of summer? This is messed up dude.
But what I saw ahead of me made me freeze dead in my tracks. A dark figure lay under a tree, some few yards away from me. Dark, taller than me, and bloody it lay there, almost unmoving. I could see the faint rise and fall of its chest as it breathed. And when realization hit me, adrenaline pumped through every ounce of me, and an ice cold chill crept through me. Oh. My. God.
It was Fang.
Yay for cliffies. I love cliffies. They're so fun because they leave people hanging and everything and- oh God, I'm turning into Nudge. Ok, let me know how this is going and if I should continue, okay? Please R & R. I'll update ASAP. Thanks for reading. P.S.- Sorry for the shortness.
