TAE/ Chapter 12
Fang zoomed up, pondering over the last day. A piece of him was aching so bad, he was concerned for his actual health. Every time he thought about the way Max had clung to that helicopter in vain and had to drop before letting it roll away, his stomach lurched. He wondered if throwing up while flying was possible. He felt sorry for whoever was under him if he didn't manage to control his thoughts.
With a deep breath, Fang let everything fall away to the ground below. He just needed to relax. They were going for Angel; everything would be fine. Max was on it, and he knew probably better than anyone not to get in Max's way when she was going for something.
The air tossed his too long hair back and the sun warmed his feathers. He could see the cars below, each moving at their designated times like an orchestrated dance. The clouds were rising, falling, and moving around him. Fang wanted to just close his eyes and fade. Everything was so perfect when you weren't close enough to see its flaws.
"On the plus side, flying is just really, really cool," He heard Max state. He turned towards her with a smile, or as much as he ever smiled. The sun was shinining of the curves of her head and reflecting off her feathers. Her brown, normally lanky hair was flying over her shoulders and a piece was comically stuck on her cheek and in between her lips. They turned downwards as the continued her sentence. "On the minus side, we're mutant freaks who will never live a normal life," was her conclusion.
Fang smiled inwardly, shrugged, and looked forward. "Win some, loose some."
After that, he pretty much zoned out again. He could hear Nudge jabbering away with gusto about her latest idea (God help them all) and decided it would be best if he was taking in the people rather than the conversation. It surely wouldn't go over with his twisting insides. Dang it, Max, Fang thought angrily. As soon as he finally makes it so he MIGHT not throw up on the rather unfortunate people below, she brings him out of his easy feeling and into the present.
He sighed. Oh well. That was Max now days, it seemed. Always pulling him out of his good moods...
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