Yellow! I am feeling practically no creative juices leaking through so sorry if this chapter sucks!
Shay: am I in this?
Me: yes, now I still don't own Max Ride. Read on!
Shay: she's also really tired, didn't get enough bacon this morning.
I woke up with a yawn, cringing from the bright light that flooded my eyes. Where was I? Oh yes! I was out of that prison! I looked around and saw Domi, Anne-Lise, Fio, and Marzia crowded around something. Seeing as they were ghost I could see right through them and saw a little girl. Not a little ghost girl though. But an actual flesh and blood little girl.
I walked over to where they were all crouched, their dresses draping on the ground in folds. I studied the small girl. She was a pale color with dirty blonde curls. Now, by dirty I mean, if you washed them they would be a heavenly blonde, but now they were incrusted with dirt. She was wearing a shredded pink dress with buttons. She looked sweet especially with her eyes closed.
"Where did she come from?" I asked, my voice a blend of different accents pulled into one.
"She came from the trees." Marzia said, pointing her finger towards the woods behind me.
"Yes, but when?" I asked, patiently.
"When you were asleep." Anne-Lise chimed in cheerily. Well no duh!
"I'd say around five in the morning, judging from where the sun was at the time." Domi stepped in, knowing about my short patience and need of useful answers.
I smiled gratefully at her.
"What should we do?" Fio said, poking at the girl, her finger instead going through her, as to be expected.
The little girl shivered.
"Okay, how about I poke her," I said as Fio pulled her finger out, "and you go get some leafs."
"Why leafs?" Fio asked, confused.
"I do not know! Just go!" I ushered her away as I turned over the girl so she was facing straight up instead of on her side.
I cringed, she had a nasty gash on the left side of her body.
"Yikes! That's got to hurt! I'll go get Isabella!" Anne-Lise squeaked, rushing to find the ghost healer. Anne-Lise had a deathly fright of blood. Haha. Get it? Deathly? And she's dead? Get it, get it! Ah never mind. She just doesn't like blood.
I sighed and picked up a small shred from her dress. Quickly wrapping it around her waist so as to cover the gash I ordered Marzia to find some water. She ran off and Domi and I were left alone with the girl.
I put some pressure of the gash and waited for Isabella to show up. I guess I must have been putting a bit too much pressure on it because the girls eyes fluttered open and she gasped.
"Oh, gosh. Sorry bit too much pressure there." I said sheepishly feeling bad for waking the girl.
She looked down at the large gash that was only half covered with the fabric and laughed. She laughed! This little girl who was going to bleed to death was laughing!
"Umm… are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course!" She said, jumping up excitedly. I winced.
"Maybe you should sit down, you have a pretty bad gash." I said, pointing towards her injury.
She looked down at it as if just realizing it was there, even though it was the reason she was laughing before.
"Oh. Oh ya! Don't worry about it! I know a doctor like character." She said, but sat down anyways.
"Well I am Max." I said, holding my hand out to the little girl.
"I'm Angel!" She said sweetly, taking my hand. Her hand was small and soft, like how a little girls hand was supposed to be.
"That is a nice name!" Domi said. I laughed and Angel gave me a weird look. Oh ya, she can't see her.
"Umm… so, who is this 'doctor character' of yours?" I asked, trying to change the subject. It worked.
"Oh! Her name is Valencia Martinez, shes like the motherhood figure of my friends and I." She said happily.
"Oh. Well you'd better go get patched up, don't let me keep you." I said, somewhat sadly.
"No! You have to come with me!" She said, standing up again and grabbing my hand, pulling me slightly.
"No, it's really okay." I said, but let her pull me along anyways.
"Good! I'm assuming you were alone because no one was with you and I wouldn't want you to be alone, that would be bad," She said innocently, "were you alone?"
She looked up at me. I looked at her and then back at the ghosts following us.
"Not entirely."
"Umm…okay then," she said unsurely, "anyways, you aren't from around here are you?"
I looked up at the tips of the trees and could just barely see the tip of the tallest tower of the asylum.
"Closer than you think."
"Hmm… okay!" She said cheerily.
We kept walking in somewhat silence, Angel sometimes spurting out random information or trying to start small talk, me usually avoiding it or answering back shortly.
We finally reached a house. It was a large crimson one made out of bricks. About 3 stories tall. I also assumed it had a basement.
Angel pulled me up to the white wooden door and knocked three times, why she would have to knock at her own house I don't really know.
The door crept forwards and a girl that looked around 14 stuck her head out. She had dark brown silky hair and a natural tan, she looked like she had a Spanish or Mexican heritage.
"Hey! Hey! Wait for us!" Two voices sounded behind me, I whipped around to find two new ghosts. One had long black hair that reached her butt, brown eyes, and kinda tan/dark skin. She looked about 21 and was wearing a purple Victorian dress. The other had golden blonde hair held in two pigtails. She had a piercing on the right side of her right eyebrow and was wearing a shirt that said 'Like I Care' on it and some ripped skinny jeans.
"Whom are you?" Domi asked, tapping her foot.
"I'm Lae'Loni Jael Shakara, the princess of Spain in 1462." The first said proudly.
"And I'm Shay, the average girl of 1993." The second said.
"Umm…Max?" A small voice said. I whirled around to see Angel and the other girl staring at me.
"Oh, sorry, I thought I heard something." I said quickly.
"Okay…" the girl said slowly, "well I'm Ella."
"Nice to meet you Ella." I said politely.
"Ya, you too." She said, "Okay, I guess I should invite you in."
"Thank you." I said, following Angel as she skipped in.
Ella gave me an odd looks before shutting the door.
I kept following Angel as she skipped over to the kitchen, still making me wince with her large side gash.
"Oh Dr. M!" She sang out.
A woman that looked like an older version of Ella came running down the stairs.
"Yes?" She asked as her hair settled on her head.
"This is Max and I got hurt." Angel said, pointing to me and then her gash.
"Angel!" She said exasperatedly, "You know better than to… do whatever caused that gash."
Angel giggled, "It doesn't hurt, and that's still Max."
"Oh right, um hello Max, I'm Valencia Martinez." She said shaking my hand.
"I'm Max." I said, even though that was a little obvious.
"Nice to meet you, now while I patch up Angel, Ella can you call everyone else?" She asked pointedly to her daughter. Ella nodded and screamed.
"HEY EVERYBODY! THERE'S SOMEONE HERE!" She had an extremely loud yell.
I heard the pounding of three feet and then 3 kids showed up.
One was like a male version of Angel, with short spiky blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and an angelic face. He looked around 8. The second was a girl. She had mocha skin, smooth brown hair with a white streak, and hazelnut brown eyes. She was probably 12. The third was a boy, he had short strawberry blonde hair, albino pale skin, and foggy blue eyes. He was about my age. They were all unnaturally tall like me and all really nice looking.
But Ella didn't seem satisfied, she yelled again.
"FANG! STOP SEXTING YOUR GOD DAMN GIRLFRIEND AND GET DOWN HERE!" She cupped her hands this time, making it even louder.
I heard an extremely audible sigh and clunks of feet coming down the stairs. Another boy showed up. Now don't think this is something where I take one look and it takes my breathe away. Seriously. This guy just looked emo. He had long black hair, onyx black -obsidian if you please- eyes, and olive skin. I'm guessing he likes black, considering he was wearing it. He looked my age as well.
"Hi! I'm Monique, but call me Nudge! Monique is pretty and all but totally not me, do I look like a Monique to you? I wish my name was, like, Morgan or something, my friends name is Morgan but we call her MoMo for short! I love that nickname! Anyways, who are you? I'm Monique, but you can call me Nudge." The second one down said in one breathe, smiling like a mad woman.
"Well, I'm Max, and I-" I started, but was cut off by Strawberry Blonde.
"Guys, she's one of us." He said. They all looked at me, shock written in their faces.
Crappy ending, sorry. Sorry sorry sorry. Next chp in Fangs POV. hope you are all still here by then