Powerful
Chapter Three
Max's POV:
We flew north for an hour laughing and joking. This was the most carefree I'd been in years. Even Fang's expression was a bit softer. Not quite so hard and stoic.
Fly north to Washington. The Voice startled me, and my wings faltered, making uneven beats in the steady rhythm. After a moment, I picked back up and replied.
What's in Washington? Why there? But, since the Voice has some rare disease that makes you unable to reply, I didn't get my answer. Typical of it.
"Guys! We're flying to Washington, state of rain. Oh joy!" I muttered the last part to myself. "Fly north for another hour or two and then we'll stop and eat," I called out to them. The Flock nodded.
Fang flew up next to me. "What's in Washington?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Who knows? Voice doesn't reply to anything I say."
"Ok." He looked at Angel. She was peering at us mysteriously, with a mischievous look in her eyes. Geez, she was one scary six (or as she insisted, seven) year old! "She's planning something," he said confidently.
"That can't be good," I replied. Fang shrugged indifferently.
"Hey watch it!" Total complained to Iggy. "You almost pushed me down with your wing!" I rolled my eyes. Dogs can be so over dramatic, you know what I mean?
Suddenly, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I laughed unconsciously, and flew in circles. I did loops, figure eights, random patterns, sometimes dropping five feet down in the air with my wings folded in, only to snap them out and soar fifteen feet up. I flew back to Fang after a few minutes.
"You're very graceful when you fly, you know that?" Fang murmured to me, too low for even Iggy to hear.
My cheeks, already flushed from the wind, turned crimson. "Thanks," I mumbled, suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed. I was the leader; I wasn't supposed to be so immature.
It's ok to have fun, Max. Plus, your pretty to watch when you fly, and Fang seems to like it too, Angel's voice floated through my head.
Angel?!
What? She thought defensively. He does! I was reading his mind. 'Max is so pretty. And shes a good flier. Graceful. And elegant' were his exact thoughts.
Angel? Do me a favor and stay out of my head for 10 minutes while I think. Ok? Please? Thanks, sweetie.
Ok. Fine. I'll go bother Nudge about Iggy. Oops.
An hour and a half later, we stopped to eat. I think we almost gave the guy at the counter a heart-attack when we ordered. It was hilarious.
Later on, while flying, we saw a "Welcome to Washington" sign. I felt relief flood through me. We'd flown for a day now, and no attacks. Yet.
Voice? We're in Washington.
Go to Forks, Washington Max, the Voice told me.
Why? No answer. Again. I sighed.
"Yo! Look out for signs that say 'This is the air-path for mutant freaks to Forks' ok?" I called out. The Flock nodded. Half an hour later, we entered the small, rainy, plain town of Forks. We flew low over the forest, looking for a clearing to land in and stay the night.
Then I saw it. Five teenage boys. Phasing. Into wolves. "Guys we have a problem. Erasers. They're back. And this time, they're one step ahead of us."