Sorry this is a short chapter but there is more coming. Thanksgiving is coming! GET PUMPED! I mean a load of food all to my self ( and my family I guess) YUM!
Max's POV
I screamed in pain, it flowed through my body like fire. Worse than fire, much, much worse. Spasms shook my body and I could scream no more. It welled up inside me, meeting no sound. I panted and cleched my teeth, rocking back and forth. I tensed up and shut my eyes, hard. My tears had run out long ago. I wished they'd still come. Maybe they could cool the fire that burned inside me. All around me. I breathed in and out, hard, shaking breaths. My mouth opened to scream, but I could not find the sound. I swung my head in front of me and I began to jerk uncontrolably. No! NO! "If only the Flock were here to see this," Dyaln said thoughtfully as he sawed through my left wing with his pocket knife. As if it were no big deal. "Oh, yes. If they weren't so far away, I would have invited them to watch. I can just imagine that little blonde one..." At the mention of Angel, anger filled me and I clenched my fist harder, my fingernails digging into the skin, drawing blood. "Please..." I gasped shakily. "If only they weren't so far away..." Dylan repeated.
"They aren't." A familiar voice echoed through the empty garage. Fang? I'm dead, I thought, I must be dead. I lost too much blood... The sawing suddenly stopped and I heard Dylan making a sick choking sound. Then a thump. The last thing I remember before blacking out is Fang's voice, oh, his beautiful, beautiful voice, saying my name. "Max? Max!"