Chapter 7

Apparently children are not allowed to start fires without parental supervision. I found that out last night when a ranger was going around and checking all the fires he spotted us without adults. He called the cops to pick us up but we had shown him we weren't the normal kids, we were the ones that had wings and could fly. The good thing was that last night we made it into California and we stayed in a motel.

"Max wake up!" Gazzy knocked me off the bed.

"What?" I got up and did a 360 of the room. "Who is trying to kidnap us?"

"No one, it's just that me and Iggy were going through the laptop and we were reading Fang's blog and…" Gazzy started.

I rolled my eyes and lay back in my bed. Seriously, out of all the things they could have been looking up online they chose Fang's blog.

"…his last entry was about where he was and guess what? He's in California! Do you want me to email him and tell him to meet us here-"

"No. He left and he isn't coming back, no matter what. Right Iggy?" I included him in my statement.

"I am staying out of this," Iggy walked away back into the mini kitchen we had.

"But Max, we need his help!" Gazzy reminded me. "Oh Max, I love you so much and I want to marry you," he mimicked Fang's voice.

"Shut up Gazzy," I tried to hold in my anger.

"I love you to Fang, I wish you never left," he then did my voice.

"Shut up or I'm gonna kill you," I threatened.

I heard a giggle come from Iggy. He was laughing at how perfect Gazzy's imitation on me and Fang's voice was.

"Fine email him, I don't care," I whispered. "But he isn't going to be part of the flock again, no matter what. He left and it was his decision."

"You do know he only left because of freaky Angel said 'Fang will be the first to die', which of course is false because nobody truly knows who will die first, or at least I think nobody knows who will die first," Iggy intruded.

What Iggy said really made me think about why Fang really left. I felt so greedy and rotten for hating him since he left, but then again he left and didn't give me a proper good-bye. On top of that he also flirted with every-red head that he saw. But he was nice and took me out on the best date ever imagined, until those Flyboys came and tried to kill us.

"What should I type, should I tell him where we are so he can help us?" Gazzy asked.

"Sure," I said glumly.

"Max, do you mind if I could talk to you outside?" Iggy gestured to the door, even though he was blind.

I walked out shuffling my feet against the carpet.

"You're acting like an immature, selfish, depressed, girl. Yea, Fang left, we have to deal with it, you have to deal with it. Remember what your mom told you, there is a different pain then just physical but emotion, or something mushy like that," he said. "Well right now you're going through emotional pain without Fang here."

"When did you become like Dr. Phil," I laughed.

"I just want to say that me and Gaz are kinda getting pissed off with the way you've been acting and he told me to say something," Iggy, almost, met my gaze.

"Sorry, and by the way how did you know what my mom said to me. She asked me when nobody was around."

"I spied," he mumbled.

"You brat," I laughed again.

I had never known that Iggy was that deep and could really have some inspiring words. Maybe I should try to act a little more upbeat and happier to make the remaining flock happier, and to pay attention to Iggy now that I know he spied on probably half of my conversations.

We walked back inside to find another batch of Flyboys standing on our back patio we had. Gazzy was nowhere in sight but I heard ticking.

"Iggy, duck," we jumped the opposite direction right as the room exploded. Now a days we couldn't go anywhere without having to get away from one of Gazzy and Iggy's bombs.

"Gazzy where are you?" I yelled when I got back up.

"Right here," a voice appeared from behind the bathroom door.

I ran over and hugged him. "Are you okay? What did they want this time?"

"They wanted you and they said that they will find you and kill you," Gazzy said. Like I've never heard that before. "And I got a glimpse of what their lables said on their hands. It was like property of: Dr. Gunther-Hagen and Angel."

"Wow, out of everything that Angel has done, this is her all time low. Seriously she can get her name on Flyboys?" Iggy said pissed off.

"She's probably running the shots to and programming them on what to say," I replied with anger, "Hey did Fang reply back yet Gaz?"

"Nope, not yet. He's probably still sleeping," Gazzy recommended.

I heard sirens from afar approaching our motel. The last thing I wanted to do was explain to the police that Gazzy had a bomb(s) and he used it in defense against Flyboys, and that my littlest ex-flock member is planning on taking over the world. Yup, the police would really enjoy that story.

"Guys lets book this place before the cops get her and interrogate us," I suggested.

"Yea because I hate cops, they always try to get up in your business," Gazzy joked.

We all laughed and flew off to start a new day full of hell, Flyboys, and food.