Still Ross's POV
Is it wrong to use
Max? I mean, yeah, I like her. I won't lie, but is it wrong to make
her think I love her?
Well, duh. I'm so stupid. Maybe
I should tell her the truth.
Max's POV
I was laying on my
bed listening to my Avril Lavigne CD, when I heard a sound I was
hoping I'd never hear again.
That same old droning noise.
Ross ran into my
room, and he quickly turned off my stereo. "Max!"
"I
know," I said as I scrambled out of bed. I ran into the living room
where everyone else was, and they looked panicked.
"Outside!" I ordered. "It has more room!"
We all ran through the doors, and I saw thousands. I had never seen so many Flyboys in my life.
"Shit!" Ross
exclaimed. "It's the newer versions they were working on when I
was there."
"How do you beat them?" Fang asked loudly.
"You can't!
They're indestructible. They tried blowing them up, shooting them,
everything! Nothing works!" he informed us.
"We have to get
out of here!" I said frantically. "U N—"
Angel screamed an ear piercing scream, and I knew then…we were doomed.
Everyone took off anyways. Except, me, Angel, and Fang. An eraser had her held tightly and we were both glaring at it.
"Let. Her. Go!" I hissed through my teeth.
Fang was completely silent. You could feel the vibes coming from him. They were you are so toast vibes.
I blinked, and that was enough time for Fang to run after the new Flyboy and punch him in the face. It just broke his hand.
"Ross, get them out of here, now!" I ordered. He looked really sad but warily nodded. He knew what had to be done.
I turned my head back to Angel, and she ran towards me. I nodded to Fang and the three of us took off.
I saw Ross and the rest of the Flock in the distance, and we flew as fast as we could to them.
"Where's Fang?" Ross asked nervously.
"He's right he—"
I turned and saw nothing. No one was there. "Ha, ha, really funny
Fang. This is not a time for you to be invisible. Seriously, show
yourself."
Nothing.
We waited.
But there was nothing.
"Get out of here. As far away as you can," I said firmly and darkly. Everyone nodded. They knew if they argued now, they were dead. "Go to you-know-where's." Mom's.
Everyone nodded and flew off. I just turned back around, and I flew towards where we had been.
I got there in hopes I would either save Fang or die trying, but no one was there. I saw black feathers, and a lot of blood.
Oh God.
He can't be dead.
They say when you lose the person you honestly and truly love, the world feels different. Like you can feel a difference.
Nothing was different.
I knew now, Fang was alive. Now, I just had to find him.
I flew as fast as I
could towards my awaiting flock, and when I caught up with them, I
stopped them.
"We can't go to Mom's!" I said firmly.
"That's where they'll go next. We can't!"
"But
Ella!" Iggy protested. "I miss her! And you said we would see her
soon!"
"Iggy, I know you love her, but it puts us and her
in danger," I said gently. "You don't want that, do you?"
He sighed and shook his head. "But we have to get them away," he said softly.
I nodded and pulled out my cell phone. I called Ella.
"Hello?" she said, her voice breaking.
"Ella, what's wrong?" I asked nervously.
"Mom…they…got…her…and…and," she stuttered.
"And
what?"
"They killed her.
She told me to get away from there, so she gave me her SUV keys and
told me to drive," she explained. "I heard her scream and then
there was a gunshot. Then I did what she said. I knew I couldn't
save her."
"Where are you?" I asked firmly.
"I'm
in Vegas," she choked. "Please Max."
"We'll be right
there," I said. "Now, Ella, I'm going to hang up. Bye."
"Bye," she whispered.
"We're going to
Vegas," I said quietly. "Ella has to join the Flock. I know she
doesn't have wings, but still. She has to."
Iggy looked
happy and sad. "Why?"
"Mom's dead," I whispered as
tears rolled down my cheeks. "They came after them!"
Ross
pulled me into a hug. "It's okay Max."
I shook my head. "We
have to bring my non-winged sister with us, and we have to find
Fang!" I exclaimed. "How could it be okay?"
He sighed. "I
don't know," he said honestly.
Fang's POV
Mental note: when
you're being taken away by Flyboys, don't fight back. Let them
take you.
Here I was, in a teeny tiny dog crate, a knife wound in my stomach, and I hadn't seen my Flock in days.
I hope Ross is taking care of them. He better be.
But I knew he was. All along I knew one day he would replace me. Everyone would forget about me. Especially Max.
The one I didn't want to forget me. She did.
I knew then I was going to die here. They weren't coming for me. I guess I'll have to get out myself.
