Well, here goes Chapter 6. I won't bore you with apologies for not updating, but just one word: school.
Enjoy this new chapter!
Max POV
This place sucked.
So, what was making my life horrible right now?
1) I had no idea what was up with the rest of the flock
2) There's something really creepy about this place that I just can't name
3) Fang keeps eyeing that woman.
I mean, he randomly sneaks glances at her more than he sneaks glances at me. Of course, it was understandable because I wasn't painfully beautiful like she was.
She had long strawberry blonde hair that reached to her waist, and floated as she walked, as if it was lighter than air. Her eyes were an electric blue that seemed to dig into your soul. She had a build that was much more elegant than mine. Mine bones were hollow; her bones seemed to be made of air.
She had so much grace, elegance, class. Those were three things that I would never have.
"Max," Fang's voice sounded softly through the room.
The woman had set up another hammock for me (get this – she slept floating in the air), weaving it out of the vines around the cavern.
"Fang," I responded, seeing him perfectly through the darkness, thanks to my awesome raptor eyesight.
"I love you." Those three little words that he whispered made such an impact on me. At the same time, I smiled, felt a warmth spread through my body, and my heard ached.
"I love you too," I responded.
"And Max?" he whispered so low, I could barely hear him.
"Hmm?" I responded at the same volume.
"Be careful," he warned. I could hear the slight urgent edge in his voice, the kind of nearly imperceptible change that no one else could tell.
"Did you forget? I'm Max," I retorted, a little louder than I needed to. I saw the woman outside stir in her sleep.
"Oops," I muttered, before taking one last look at Fang, and drifting off to sleep.
Angel POV
I could get out of their stupid control. I knew I could. How? I don't know. But I knew I would.
A long time ago, back when we were huddled around Max, reading Fang's 'letter', I'd felt the slightest twinge of self-control. It was only a small bit, but I had felt it. I think they had too, I could feel them spazzing out in my head afterwards.
I felt my heart crushing under what I had just done. I looked down at that sickening rusted steeple, and the building with vomit-colored bricks and dirty white pillars supporting the front. And, of course, there was a whitecoat there, welcoming us. They probably had our cages labeled and open, just waiting to put us into them.
I had just led everyone to the New York Itex headquarters.
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Okay, I'm not sure what I want to happen next, so I NEED suggestions, or else I'm just going to keep writing fillers.
So, tell me:
1) What should the pretty lady's name be?
2) How should Angel and Iggy escape control?
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Hugs and Fang,
Tammy