Chapter 7
-Night's POV-
So Max and her flock had to push me too far. They wouldn't stop asking why I didn't like New York. As I expected, they just stared at the dried pools of blood, caked onto the carpet. Max, their "Great Leader," was the first to speak.
"Night, I'm sorry, I didn't know-"
"Didn't know what? That heads could have that much blood in them? Well, I got to see that first-hand!"
I was just fuming, just angry at the world. No one would ever know my pain. Fang just scoffs, which just made me angrier.
"Oh, boo-hoo, Night, at least you knew your parents; look at us, we never knew our family."
That was the last straw. I grabbed Fang and slammed him against the wall; I took satisfaction seeing the pain in his eyes and hearing the wall crack behind him. The rest of the flock could just watch.
"Tell me, Fang, do you know if your family's alive, and if they were, would you run to them? And what if they're dead, would you care either way? NO! Because you never knew them! They were never part of your life, so their deaths wouldn't impact your life at all!"
The flock only stared at me, all dumbstruck; I growled in frustration.
"Now tell me, Fang, how do you feel about your flock? Scratch that, how do you feel about Maximum Ride?"
Fang and I just looked at her; then we looked back at each other.
"Now, how would you feel if, God forbid, you walk in and see her dead, on the floor, with a single round through the forehead; blood pooling all around her perfect head, staining the carpet and her gorgeous hair, those beautiful eyes glazed over and empty? How would it feel to you to lose her?"
Fang's expression became soft and submissive; I just glared into his eyes. I tossed him back with the rest of the flock.
"Think about that next time before you ridicule someone mourning the loss of someone they love."
I glared at Maximum Ride and the rest of her flock, and iwalked into the hallway to my old room.