POV change! I hope this is okay!?
Her hands traced the elaborate clock like mold on the side of the warm espresso mug she had ordered. The ancient corner side café was the only place she could be right now. Despite Fang. She was waiting for him to show up. She had spent a multiple number of days inside the contemporary hotel down the street, but found it only easier to collect herself out side of the others, with the thought of their agonizing looks of anguish glaring into the back of her head every time she looked away. So that's why she only found it easier to drown in her grief inside a rustic building, the siding chipping away with the ages. Her hand slowly slid onto the coarse thick wood of the table. The edges on the table of that too, had been chipping away. She thought there was a similarity with the worn out chairs and stained tablecloth with that of herself. From the darkest of days to the crystal clear perfect memories, she was chipping away. She wasn't like before. She wasn't as strong as before, She was bleak, fragile, and unpolished just like the table, the old worn-out table.
"You need anything Hun?" The young waitresses eyes looked over the girl in the baggy hoodie. There was evident bags under her eyes. Her face looked distressed, like she hadn't slept for weeks. She felt bad for her. She wanted to help her. But, she hadn't known that the girl she was looking at was Maximum Ride, the girl who will save the world. She also didn't known that this was Maximum Ride the girl who never gives up, and had; had no sleep for two days straight. Max scanned the girl talking to her. A long-legged girl was standing in front of her table, her dark blue-green eyes accompanied by her dimpled cheeks anticipating Max's answer. She had on a blue and white cowboys shirt with denim mid- thigh length shorts on. Her blue and white painted fingers grasped the pen and notebook from her black apron pinned to her small waist, that also had a bedazzled blue and white phone in her right side pocket. Her long pin-straight black hair was tied up in a cowboys cap, that matched the rest of her entire ensemble. Although, her thick country accent stood out the most. She looked in her early twenties, still in college.
"No, I'm fine, thanks." I uttered, as I yanked down the hood of my grey sweatshirt over the side of my face. We still had to be careful about anyone or anything still trying to find us. I had ordered the flock to stay inside the hotel, which they protested about being notably unfair, seeing as I took off to random places. In my head I also knew this was unfair but I didn't have to say anything to make them obey. Fortunately, they knew by the look I gave them, I didn't want to argue about it. I had left in a rush tugging on the clothes I found the nearest to me. Which had been an oversized grey hoodie, weathered dark denim jeans, brown combat boots, and red, holed dirty covered gloves from a couple nights before. As well as a red slash across my face and a cut lip from the same event, that Fang had tried to put rubbing alcohol on, but I pushed away due to the fact that it stung and I didn't want to be bothered by just a cut on my skin when An-… Needless to say, I looked like I'd been abused, and Cowboys fan had noticed.
"Ya know Hun, a couple blocks down there's a bed and breakfast.", she stated sympathetically, "I can take you there if you'd like." Her worrisome face, eyed the dark scars etched on my skin.
"Oh, n-no" I ushered frantically, "You don't understand, I…" I trailed off as Fang entered the café cloaked in his dark ensemble. His, face notably in a thinking state. His lips puckered, eyes looking as if they were looking at nothing but everything at once, and eye brows furrowed making him look fumed instead of distraught. This even more added to the imaginary scene the girl had inquired. The girl scurried away to the other side of the counter scared out of her mind, her unmistakable eyes poking around from the side of the chiseled white tiled walls. Does it look that bad? Max thought Maybe I should clean myself up, for the sake of other people. She huffed at herself for this and forced a small smile onto her face as Fang claimed the seat across from her.
"Hey" Fang said solemnly. Max once again rolled her eyes at his once again remarkable blindness to the situation around him.
"Hey- do you have any information yet?" Ever since the incident with the mass murderer in the dark hood, they had been searching for Angel. They still hadn't exactly found the place they were looking for in the beginning, but they were now looking for this place twice as hard. They never know the hooded figure would call out nearly a thousand erasers. They knew the battle was lost, but couldn't do anything about it because there was a gun pointing at Angel's innocent little face. So Max watched powerless as they put her baby in the trunk of a big hefty white van. She just stood there watching desperately, and she did nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Fang forced her to believe that there was nothing she could've done at that point. Max obediently agreed with him so he could be more focused on finding Angel rather then worrying about her problems, still not coming to terms with what he had said.
"Yeah, actually when I typed in the address code you and Sia had come up with, an old mental institution had come up. From what I read it turns out it had become shut down due to the fact that the workers there had been hurting and killing off some of the patients in there. The place is actually not that far from here in New York. Only a couple miles away"
A mental institution. Not exactly the place Max had been wanting to go especially something that all seems too familiar. She had been mistreated too. But, she was a hybrid, Hard and built for pain. Innocent patients in a place where they are supposed to be taken care of doesn't seem remotely just.
"So do you have a map or something so we can track this down?" Max questioned. Fang once again thought for a minute about what to do.
"Hey-could you keep the thinking on the down-low?" Max questioned. "The waitress thinks I'm being abused by you" Max stated innocently.
"What?" Fang blurted out.
"Shhhh!" Max hissed as Fang turned to look around the counter for a sign of the girl. It had been a slow day so the girl was still there observing them from behind the corner. Fiddling with her nail polish. The polish on one of the nails had already been completely gone, she then started on the one white nail, but looking completely unaware that she was doing this. Only when she sensed Fang looking at her with his supposedly menacing eyes did her eyes widen. The pair watched her as she fled to the back room, her baseball cap only halfway on her head making her hair disheveled and completely sticking out in random places.
"C'mon let's go" Max motioned to the door and the two left in a rush.
Even in a king size luxury sweet room the flock still had to make deal with the amount of room their was. The hotel room had died down and everyone was in their own area either on the plush comforters of the detailed bed, laying on the cushioned pillows of the two couches, or crunched at the bottom of a bed or pull out. Max discreetly made way from the disheveled place between Nudge and Sia and tiptoed on the off green and black carpet to the balcony of the room. Once she walked out she shivered from the chilliness of the cold dark night. Only the stars that gave light. She held hold of the black steel gate and leaped up to sit on top. She sighed, seeing the air from her breath left in the air. Tomorrow will be the day they go save Angel. Max had thought about Angel. How she reminisced in the cool night air while Angel was probably choking on the antiseptic and blistering hot air. Fang had made Max get sleep and told her logically that she wouldn't be capable to save Angel if she was dead-beat tired and had no energy. He was right. She was tired. But, she was tired of being tired. So, so tired.
Arms suddenly swept up from behind her and wrapped their arms around her torso. Max tensed up but let a breath of air go once she realized the familiar touch of Fang. His breath tickled the back of her neck.
"You should be in bed, getting sleep" His breath sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes as she relaxed into him smelling the familiar scent of him, inhaling deeply the intoxicating fragrance. For once that week she felt okay and adequate in Fang's arms not thinking about the condition of Angel, her baby.
Angel woke up from her paralyzed state from the floor of the dog crate. She tried to remember what happened and how she ended up here, with no luck. She wondered if Max had tried to save her or if any of the flock were in these dog crates as well. She looked around her and saw a dozen of cages lined up on every wall.
On her right, there was a child, a boy, she thinks. From what you could tell from just looking at him was he was not human anymore. Just a mixture of bird, except more of a percent then Angel and the flock a really high percent. His beak opened and closed as if he were a fish out of water. He was also a mixture of reptile it looked like. Most likely a snake based on the slit like eyes that were fixated on the spot left of the platter of food. If you'd call it that. It was burnt, black stale bread and murky water with unidentifiable flecks of black dots. But Angel knew that look that he had. Iggy did it multiple times when meeting new people or going new places. He was blind.
She looked to her right. In that cage there was a girl. Just a regular girl, no enhancements except for open cuts and bruises on her arms and body. She had mint green eyes and platinum blond hair. The first thing that popped in Angels mind was that she had an unmistakable resemblance to Sia and Luke. It couldn't be thought Angel. Could it? Angel didn't question it after that. She knew that this was Melanie. Luke and Sia's sister. There was no doubt about it. She had heard her, Melanie think about them. Angel glanced down at the body of the girl. She was huddled in the corner of the cage her long, soft curly hair plastered to her heart shaped face, covering part of her body in a type of embrace. Her aqua blue t-shirt that read One Direction was ripped up the side, and holes ripped through the fabric. Angel scoffed at the five guys on the t-shirt but continued analyzing her. She also had on a light pink skirt and polka dot blue, pink, and white leggings. Both in terrible condition. Angel then realized that Melanie wore only one shoe and from where she was sitting could see the bluish purplish condition of her one foot. Although the fabric of the one pink shoe was wasting away. She wondered what had happened. She was shaking, and looked from left to right, paranoid.
"Hello. My name's Angel, what's yours?" Angel didn't want to startle the paranoid girl by saying her name that she didn't know she knew.
"M-Me-Melanie." She whispered, clutching her right arm. Even though Angel didn't know where anybody in the flock was she knew that they would come for her. They would always have her back.
"Well don't worry Melanie my family will help us. I don't know when, but they will." With that Angel gave a reassuring smile to Melanie. Angel hoped Max would come soon.
Max scanned the ancient building from out side the two front colossal doors. The September leaves crunched before her feet as Max traveled up the front stairs to open the rustic door. Nudge clung to Max, and tightened her grip as soon as Max shoved the door open. And whimpered at the eeriness of the creaking door.
"Okay, no one's here! Can we go now?" Nudge hated anything remotely scary and had conspiracy theories for almost everything. Like the time a flashlight went out in the middle of looking through a cave for food. She insisted that there were vampires that wanted to suck our blood so they made the flash light go out so we didn't know who they were. She calls this scary, I call it needing new batteries.
So I trudged into the foyer of the building with Nudge bantering about the looks of this place, but I don't blame her there is molding wallpaper, and rotting wood floors, with only a small amount of a window for sunlight. Searching around in an abandoned mental institution for a real one isn't exactly me idea of fun.
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