Chapter 6
-Max POV-
When my flock first learned how to fly, they were ecstatic for a month; Night, on the other hand, was happy for about fifteen minutes. Then I told him that we were going to New York, New York, after that he turned all dark and silent, like how Fang usually was. The whole way there, Night was silent; the only noises he made were his wings flapping. We landed in Central Park and looked around. We soon found a library and entered it.
"All right, Night, what's your problem?"
Night looked at me confused, like he didn't know what I was talking about. The flock surrounded him, making him breathe hard.
"What do you mean? Hey, back off!"
He pushed away Fang when he got a little too close. They glared at each other for the longest time. I finally waved Fang to back off and Night faced me. His eyes pierced mine; it was scary how evil he looked. I summoned up enough courage to speak again.
"Why are you all depressed now that we're in New York?"
And I thought he stare was evil before! Now his eyes were screaming death at me. I almost felt like cowering.
"You want to know why? You want to know?!"
"Yes!"
Night glared at everyone in the flock. I looked to Angel to get a reading, but she shook her head; he was still blocking her. Night motioned for everyone to follow him. We followed him outside, and then he took off running; weaving between traffic and people. We followed him through his dangerous path, trying to keep up. God, Night was fast! His speed, it was inhuman! Could it possibly be from the serum Jeb gave him? Finally, he stopped at the door of a house.
"Night! What the hell is going on?!"
He turned and glared at me again. I was getting sick of his glaring, but it was still terrifying.
"This is my house,"
Night kicked in the door and pointed at the floor.
"And this is where your precious Jeb shot my parents in the head!"
I just stood there, dumbstruck, as I stared at the two dried puddles of blood on the floor.