Max's POV:
We all got up the next morning in silence. No one seemed to want to speak, to fill the emptiness with words they could not find. No one, oddly enough, acted sad about what happened. I didn't even feel sad. Which is weird. I feel like I should have felt something, sadness, anger, hate, jealousy...happiness. Anything! I couldn't stand this no-feeling-stone-Max. I reminded myself to much of Fangs normal not-expressing state. Speaking of Fang, he acted like nothing had happened either. Anyway, we gathered up what belongings we had, cleaned up (mostly the blood we left), and went on our way. Fang, for some reason, insisted on bringing a pocket knife along.
Since my wing was still sore, we decided to walk. Dr. Iggy said that I might be able to fly, but didn't want me to chance it for at least another week. Isn't that great? Sheesh, I always wanted to be a normal person, but now I sort of pity them. Seriously? Walking? Everywhere? I think I might die of walking. But I am happy that I'm not flying because I can't even imagine the pain I would be in.
"Are we there yet?" Gazzy whined. I could tell they were all tired. Especially since they all looked up expectantly when he asked. "Um, Gazzy," I said, turning around and raising an eyebrow. "We don't really know where we're going. I really didn't. We were just walking. Aren't I great at plan-making. I bet you're jealous of my skills. "Uh, Max," Nudge said, biting her lip. "You, uh, you might want to uh...look behind you?" The way they all raised their eyes made me want to shove their faces back down and forget they ever saw anything. Then I looked.
It was like a horror film (Yeah, I think I should know about those!). It seemed like slow motion, they way I turned, my eyes meeting something terrible.
There was a building, on fire. Except it wasn't really fire. It was more like...I don't know how to describe it...I guess it was like explosions climbing up the walls of the building. Balls of flames and smoke. "Go." It was that one simple word. From the voice, of course. Who else would be crazy enough to tell me to go in there? I bet you forgot about him. It kind of reminds me of that annoying kid that sits behind you in AP Calculus class. You know, the one who chews on the pencil you loaned him, and occasionally kicks the back of your chair. And any time you really want to pay attention, because you don't understand what the heck the teacher is saying, he comes up and whispers something in your ear that he finds positively hilarious, but you see nothing funny about it. So, of course, I listened to the annoying kid, and sprinted into the building.