Chapter 3
"Day seven with no flock or Max," Fang mumbled.
He gazed up at the sky then looked back down at the ground below him. Fang was sitting in the nearest tree overlooking the place where he and Max first learned how to fly like the hawks. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. No loud annoying mimics coming from Gazzy and Iggy. No more Angel trying to plan how to take over the whole damn world. No Nudge talking about clothing and what he should wear instead of the casual black and black. No Max being beautiful and perfect.
"This sucks," he mumbled to himself.
You didn't have to run away, a Voice popped in his head unexpectedly, Angel was lying about everything. She just said that to split the flock up.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, who the hell are you and how did you get into my head," Fang asked in a panic.
Consider me as your "helper". If you have a problem I have an answer, sometimes.
He laid there in silence. Fang always thought that Max was the only person who had a voice but to think that he now had one was completely odd and different, nothing was special about him, except that if he stood still long enough he would blend in with the background.
"So you don't anymore words of advice for me, like how can I go back to the flock and explain everything?"
Nothing.
"Max was right about that voice in her head. You're always annoying and never answer any of my necessary questions."
He wasn't expecting a reply and he didn't really want a reply back. Being up here was great unlike at home when nobody could leave him and Max alone for at least an hour.
"So my new 'guardian' you got any idea on what to do or where to go?" he questioned again.
Why not go to California and enjoy the sun since you're now free to do whatever.
"Okay, Cali it is," he jumped off the branch and started heading for California.
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