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7
Iggy POV
Oh man, seeing is so awesome! I mean, really. I haven't been able to see anything ever since the whitecoats screwed up my sight. And that had been a really long time ago. So actually being able to see, it's just…oh man!
For those of you out there who go on and read this, lucky you. I had to learn freaking brail. So yeah, enjoy reading this with your eyes.
And I say this again: Oh man!
As Max, Fang, and I walked through the woods, I looked at every tree, shrub, bush, etc, just everything. It's so awesome to see again!
I looked at Max, and then at Fang. Both of them were- oh I don't know- beat up. Max's wing hung kinda limp at her side, and Fang was limping, pursing his lips. My left arm (even with the bandages on) hurt like freaking heck. If you've never broken something, then trust me, you don't want to.
But I was determined to not show any signs that I was in a lot of pain. Max wasn't showing any signs, although I knew that she was in as much pain as I. I wasn't going to be the first one to give up, and moan and groan out of pain. Yeah, that's me. Mr. Toughie.
It bugged me how we had to…walk. Because, I mean, compared to flying, it is sooooooooooooooooooooo freaking slow. I don't know how you non-mutants can stand it. But Max had a broken wing, so we couldn't fly. I sighed.
"Hey Max" I said, looking at her. Max turned around, staring at me. "Uh, do you even have I plan? I mean, seriously. What are we going to do?" Max raised her eyebrows, looking actually really surprised. Wow, I must have missed a lot while I was blind, because from what I remember, Max is never surprised. "Yeah Max" Fang chimed in. "What's the plan?" Max looked at us, from one to the other.
She took a deep breath and blinked a couple times. "Well…uh…" "She doesn't have a plan" I interrupted tiredly, flopping down on the ground. Max sat down next to me, and so did Fang.
"Well, come on" Max said, practically boring a hole through me. "We've been in deep crap for about four days now. I mean, I've been…I don't know…on the edge a lot." "Well that's no excuse" I said, staring right back at Max (God, it feels good to do that again). Max shot daggers at me. "Iggy has a point Max" Fang said, holding Max's gaze as well. "I mean, we can't just go wandering, can we?" Reluctantly, shooting daggers at Fang too, Max shook her head.
"I'm sorry guys" Max whispered, now staring straight ahead. "I'm just…unsure of what to do. But you're right. We do need a plan. Any ideas?" "I think I have one" Fang replied, staring straight ahead as well. "But it's really risky. And it'll be a life or death situation." I sat up. "Yes, and we all know how much we absolutely love life or death situations" I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
Max POV
Okay, you might not know this, but being lost in the woods, with almost no idea where you are isn't a very great picnic. Trust me. We wandered. And wandered. And wandered. With no success at finding the rest of the flock. God, you've no idea how bad I felt about getting us into this situation. Now, you might be sitting there thinking: How did you get the flock into this situation? Well, allow me to answer that question for you people who are such great thinkers: Because I was a stupid leader and got knocked out and didn't get my flock out of the way of the Erasers. That's why. And now you know why I feel so horrible about it.
And the fact that I had a broken wing and Iggy's arm was a really nasty shade of yellow, didn't really help. And on top of it all, Fang was limping. If we got attacked by Erasers out here, then there would be no chance that we would win. And now I think would be the appropriate time to say: CRAP!
See how good I am at holding back the really nasty swear words?
That night, we sat by the base of a big Oak tree, no leaves on the thick branches. So we had almost no shelter from the freezing cold wing (we had a fire and windbreakers, but that's it). So I was laying there, on the ground, trying not to complain about how freaking cold it was, when my raptor hearing picked up a small sound. A whimper.
Sitting up, I turned my head in the direction of the whimper. It was coming from the west, and sounded absolutely pitiful. I heard it again: this time, it sounded like a moan of pain. Now I was confused. I nudged Fang, who had sat up as well. "Do you hear that?" I whispered. Fang nodded, keeping his gaze locked due west. Iggy sat up too. "I hear it too" he said.
Slowly, I stood up, taking a few steps forward toward the sound. It came again. And now, I realized that it sounded familiar. It was small, and full of a crying need for help. Then, once more, it came. And I realized why it sounded so familiar.
My blood went ice cold, and my spine stiffened. And that's when I started running.
"Max!" Fang said startled behind me. The guys started following me, keeping up with my fast running. The whimper came again, closer. I knew that voice so well. Gazzy couldn't be here. Not here, in the middle of nowhere, crying for help. Fang and Iggy must have realized who was whimpering, because Iggy took the lead muttering "Crap-crap-crap-crap-crap-crap…" and Fang went ahead of me. I kept pace with them, running faster, ripping aside undergrowth, jumping over logs and nearly tripping over tree roots. Our sneakers pounded against the ground, leaving footprints in the snow. And then we came to a big clearing.
In the middle of the clearing, lay a small, shivering bundle. Wings unfolded, breathing heavily, Gazzy heard us coming. Weakly, he raised his head and said "Hey guys". Oh God, my breath froze in my throat. I couldn't breathe. At all. Gazzy was only eight, and there he lay, on the ground, freezing cold, and a big giant pool of blood around him. Oh crap. Blood.
Instantly, I kneeled down by Gazzy. He looked as though he couldn't breathe easily. Oh crap-oh crap- oh crap- oh crap- oh crap…. "Uh, maybe we should make a fire" Fang muttered, avoiding looking at Gazzy. Slowly I nodded my head. Pursing my lips, I flipped Gazzy over onto his back. It was his stomach that was bleeding, gushing blood. His wings were mangled, and blood soaked. It hurt to look at him.
"How did this happen, Gazzy?" I whispered, feeling an utter creeping of horror over come me. "Erasers" Gazzy mumbled. "At least, I think so. I remember that we were in the air after you got knocked out, and then some bombs went off. And I got knocked out to, because we sorta crash landed. And then I woke up and I was here, my stomach bleeding and everything..." His voice trailed off, and he looked distant. Poor kid.
"Here" Iggy mumbled, placing some kind of cloth in my hand. From the feel of it, I could tell that it was shreds from his shirt.
Slowly, I placed the shreds on Gazzy's stomach. Gazzy howled in pain. "Gazzy, it's okay" I said, patting his head. Oh God, this sucked so badly. Slowly, Gazzy turned to look at me. "Max" Gazzy whispered, his eyes looking far away. "Am I going to die?" The question caught me completely off guard. Holding back tears, I said "No Gazzy. You're not going to die". Gazzy turned his head and looked at the night sky, at the stars. "Too late" Gazzy muttered. And then his eyes closed. And he stopped breathing.
3rd Person
"Oh my God, she is a jackpot of information" Becky said calmly, staring at the computer screen and writing down notes fervently on her clipboard. Jeb snorted, rolling his eyes. "She's not just full of information" Jeb snapped defensively. "She's Maximum Ride. Full of everything there is to be full of. Everything that's good that is." Becky completely ignored him, her eyes scanning the screen fervently, concealing her excitement.
This "Max" person was so extraordinary! She seemed to be an actual human, with actual feelings and emotions. She was a goldmine of information for the School and Itex.
"She's not just an it" Jeb said, coming up to stand beside Becky. "She's a teenage girl, and should be living a normal life. With me and Dr. Martinez." Becky was very aggravated now. She slammed down her clipboard on a metal desk, not wincing as the sharp tone pierced her ear drums. "Oh let it go Jeb!" Becky cried. "She's ours now! You need to learn to let go of how much you care for her and think of the science behind all of this!" "Science!" Jeb shouted, going red in the face. "You call turning innocent children into mutant bird kids with wings science? There was a reason why I stole them away Becky! To teach them how to fight, and read, and fly, and take care of themselves! If you just gave them a chance then-!"
"Ahem".
The slight coughing noise came from the doorway. Both Jeb and Becky turned to see a tall man standing in the doorway, dressed in basically all black. He leaned against the doorframe, his overly grown black hair hanging in his eyes. His green eyes locked onto Becky's dark ones and she felt herself flush. Becky's lips grew white, because she was pursing them so hard together.
"Hello, Fly" Becky muttered, shooting daggers at the new man. Fly stepped into the room, taking off his black leather jacket. "Someone told me that I could find my son here. Where is he?"
Finally! Finally it's done! Keep reading please guys. Please please please PLEASE R&R! I know this story completely sucks, but go easy on me!
