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Diary Drabbles

Chapter 4

Chapter 4, Part 1: Fang

Dear Diary,

I really can't believe how stupid I am. We left Doctor Martinez's house and now we're on the way to who-knows-where in a semi truck. But I know we're either headed for the school or the institute. I can't stop thinking about Max. She had her chip taken out yesterday and her left hand no longer works. But that's not what concerns me. See, when she was in the surgery, she was high on this stuff called valium and she told me that she loved me. "Oh, jeez," I had said, not knowing whether to pick her up and hold her in my arms, kiss her and say "I love you too, baby!" or to just disregard it. I would have disregarded it, but then she went off at me about loving everyone in the flock and that it was the valium talking. I knew right then that she meant it, because she would pretend it hadn't happened if it meant nothing. My heart leapt right then. It was far too late to say, "I love you too, baby!" so I teased her about it. "Uh-huh, you just keep telling yourself that, you looooooooove me!" "Pick a tree, I'll go carve our initials in it." I wish she would have. I'll never tell her, but I picked a tree and I actually did carve our initials in it. I'll show it to her when if we make it to our 20's alive and we get married. I really hope that happens. Then later, just recently, in fact, the flyboys (that's Iggy's word for the robo-erasers. You like?) were all in a group, and we were supposed to kill them off and save the rest of the flock. Yeah, right. We both knew it was suicide. "But there's one bright side to this," I told Max, and this side was so bright, it made the sun look dull (I see what Max says about poetry not being dead yet now). "What's that?" she had asked back. I wanted her to know, to agree, but I knew she was too proud. I could make it seem like a good way for her to want to kick flyboy butt, so I continued anyway. "You looooooove me!" "You love me this much!" I held out my arms wide, hoping she would jump into them if not for a kiss, at least a hug. But she didn't. She screamed at me and went down there. It really hurt, you know that? So here we are. Max is PO'd at me, and we're headed back to hell. This sucks. The flyboys are coming. I better go.

-Fang, or as Max prefers (or will prefer), The Fang

Chapter 4, Part 2: Max

Dear Diary,

I don't know what to think anymore. I was in surgery and said that I loved Fang. But I couldn't help it! I was on a drug that made me say that, plus, he kissed me. He loooooves me. As if. He's just my friend, and now he thinks, no, he knows, I love him. I wish when he said "You looooooove me!" I would have had the guts to say "HELL YEAH!!" –Insert major lip-lock here- But no. I'm Max: strong enough to beat up an eraser, too weak to kiss a friend. And please, no southern jokes like I know you cracked when I told Dr. Martinez and Ella that Fang was my brother. It's so confusing. Why does it take more guts for all this emotional stuff than it does to kill a couple flyboys? It's like bees in a jar, my friend, when you get all shook up, the emotions are stinging mad and have to get out. They all pour out the little breathing hole before you can plug it up and stabilize yourself. I'm too depressed to say something about poetry. Fang'll tell the rest of the flock before we get into our dog crates, and then I'm done for. I never worried about my 'rep' with the rest of the flock before, but now they'll hold this over me for the rest of my natural born life. This is just great. I wish so much that Fang had actually meant that me looooooving him was a bright side. It would be brighter if he loved me. But Fang's too emotionless for love. He's never felt even simple emotions like happiness or sadness, why should I expect something as complicated as love? I'm not sure he even likes me. He probably thinks I'm all weird and girly because I said all those goofy things. God, I'm a freaking retard! I can't believe I danced the tango with the likes of him! Okay, I do, and I hope he dances as good in real life so we can audition for Dancing with the Mutants, which would be an awesome show that should exist. Just saying. It's about time for quality mutant broadcasting. All My Parents' Mutants, Mutant Factor, Mutant Idol, the list goes on! It should totally happen. And it WILL! And don't forget for the kiddies: Mutant Montana, Birdbob Mutantpants, Hey Mutant. It would be awesome. I lost my topic, but there should be a mutant soap starring Fang and I. Okay, and the rest of the flock too, but we'll probably be the 'main couple' who everybody, even on –sideglance- agrees is perfect. And the rest of them have a lot of different boyfriends and girlfriends. I think it'd be a great idea. You know what else would be great? Books about the flock –another sideglance-. That way, we'd actually get through to the more intelligent members of middle schools and high schools instead of the 'lesser' ones. Like us. Do you think I was able to read before I turned eleven? Freaking no! I only knew some words when I left the school too. I only got some conversation. In fact, Angel knew the most English (because of the whole mind reading thing) which is pretty sad, since she was like 2. Well, I better be off. I'm very busy and have a lot to do. Yeah, right.

-Max

Chapter 4, Part 3: Angel

Dear Diary,

Well, wouldn't you like to know where I am right now? I'm in Jeb's car right now, driving behind the semi where my friends are being held hostage. It's so much fun playing traitor! "Time to die," I said. I can't help but laughing, but now I'm getting weird looks from Jeb and Ari in the front seat. Let them look, I don't care, even they think I'm a traitor. It's so much fun to be a mind-controller. Max is going to be so proud of me when she sees how easy it was to manipulate these two. They never saw me coming. Ari is thinking about killing the flock. Especially Fang. He hates Fang. That's because Fang likes Max, Max likes Fang, and Ari likes Max too. Jeez, teenagers. Well, not Ari. He's only a year older than I am. I thought he was cute when he was human and we were back in the school before Jeb helped us escape. I don't care what Max thinks, he's not too bad. I still can't read his mind, but I don't feel anything weird coming from him. I also can't believe that he let me use his lappy. Okay, I can, but what part of mind-control don't you get? Don't ask me why everyone has trouble with that little concept. How do you think I got Fang to let me keep Total? Bambi eyes? Yeah, right. I made him think that Bambi eyes got him to want to. Man, I can't wait until I figure out more powers in the future. Ari keeps casting glances back here and thinking, something about a creepy kid.

Aww, shucks, Ari. How sweet. Now why don't you throw yourself off a cliff? I sent the message to him. Of course I didn't 'influence' him to jump off a cliff! Max says I have to turn 10 before I can commit murder. But for all she knows, I could be 10 already. She could be 50! Well, probably not, she looks too young to be 50. She was born in '93, I think. It could have been in '92. Jeb would know. I could 'influence' him to tell me. Wow, I sound a lot like Nudge. I just keep babbling. I need to shut up before something worse happens.

-Angel

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Hey, everyone, sorry for the short chapter, but I didn't feel like writing a long one. Don't forget to check my blog, I LOVE getting comments just as much as I love getting reviews! Which reminds me, review or die.

Sincerely, -L