To I Will Fly Forever: Who said anything about Becky being good? Lol, sorry I had to answer your review. :D
Anyways, here we go…again.
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Claimer: I own this plot, and any extra characters I mayadd. May!
6
Max POV
Oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh God- oh GOD!!!!!
Slowly, I started walking toward Iggy. Fang was already in a sprint, running about five feet in front of me. Horror had frozen my limbs. Oh God. Without really realizing it, I started running, by passing Fang on the way. I bit my lip, trying not to start bawling. Crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- crap- CRAP!!!!
Both Fang and I reached Iggy at the same time. I felt as though I couldn't breathe.
Iggy had a little trickle of blood coming from his mouth, and he was missing a few teeth. He had these funky looking black goggles on his face, looking like he was going to go swimming. His left arm hung limp at his side. I had a feeling that it was broken.
Instinct told me to try and wake up Iggy, but I would have to do that in the house, where it was warm. Instead, I seized Iggy's feet. Fang hopped up into the trunk with- oh my God- fearon his face. Wow.
Instantly, Iggy woke up, groaning and moaning. "Ow- ow- ow- ow- ow- owwwwwww" he moaned. "Shut it Iggy" I said in a slightly gentle tone. "We're trying to help you".
We both carried Iggy into the house (the door was still open. Ha, we're bad). Setting him on the couch, I knelt by him. "What the he-eck happened to you?!?!?!?" I nearly shouted. I was about ready to bite his head off, I was so worried.
Iggy faintly smiled. "Erasers got us. I think" he said, his voice cracking. I raised my eyebrows. "You think?" I said, my eyes locked on Iggy. "Yeah" Iggy muttered. "I remember we were flying. And then we crash landed because of bombs. And I blacked out." I raised my eyebrows higher. "Hey Max" Fang said. "Catch". I turned around just in time to catch a box of bandages. "Where did you get hurt?" I asked, again peering at Iggy.
Iggy looked sarcastically thoughtful for a moment. "Gee, I dunno" he said. "EVERYTHING!!!"
I nearly smiled.
I wrapped bandages around Iggy's broken arm. He didn't look so bad; not as pale, and a little more…lively. He ate a bit, and then sat up. He had a grin on his face, and he said. "Hey Max, I didn't know that you had blond hair". I looked at him. "What the- YOU CAN SEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?" I exclaimed.
Iggy smirked. "It's these goggle thing I have on" he said, holding my amazed gaze. "For some reason, they make me see". "Prove it" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Gladly" Iggy said.
He looked at me for a few seconds. "Okay" he said. "You have…blond hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and you're wearing jeans, a windbreaker, combat boots, and a dark blue shirt." I stared at Iggy out of amazement. That's exactly how I looked.
Iggy turned to Fang. "Fang looks like…Fang" he said. "Dark hair, dark eyes, dark shirt, dark jacket, dark jeans. You really like black things Fang". Fang raised his eyebrows, which was his version of astonishment.
"Good enough proof for you?" Iggy asked, staring at me. I shook my head. "Tell me what you look like" I said challengingly. Iggy sighed. "Fine, whatever." Wincing, he stood up, walking toward a mirror. He stared at his reflection. "Okay" he grinned. "I have strawberry blonde hair, these black goggles on, a green jacket, black shirt, jeans, and my skin is really pale." He turned back to me. "Is thatgood enough for you?" Slowly I nodded. "Good" he said. Turning on his heel, he headed for the door. "I'm fine now. Let's get this show on the road."
3rd Person
"Very interesting" Becky said, observing the screen that showed what Max saw. "See?" Jeb said, coming up beside her. "I told you. But again I say this: No one listens to me!" "God Jeb" Becky said coldly. "Let it go." Jeb's face reddened. "You can't tell me what to do" he snapped. "Well, actually I can" Becky said, fixing Jeb with a hard gaze. "I control what happens to Max now" she said, shooting daggers at Jeb. "You do as I say".
Jeb looked as though he wanted to slap Becky. "You-!" "Let's not start any of that now" Becky said tartly, still in the cold tone. That was so like Becky: cruel, but always calm. Jeb stared into her dark eyes. "You don't deserve to have the son you do" Jeb spat. Becky's gaze remained fixed on Jeb. Jeb broke the gaze, spinning on his heel and leaving the white room.
Becky stared after Jeb, still maintaining her cold gaze, as always. Inside, her heart felt as though it were swelling out of anguish and sadness. Usually, she showed no emotion, but lately, she'd been a real bi-… you get the idea.
The fact that she had lost her husband and her only child was nearly more than she could bear…and the fact that her son had…well…wings that only made it worse. A lot worse.
Yay, another chapter up. :D I'm pretty happy right now. ;) I want the next chapter to be long (sorry for the short chapters). Okay, hang in there, I'll update soon. ;)
