Hello,
I am only updating because I felt bad for not updating for a week. I was at another camp with my cheer team, so the internet was unavailable. Before I post this next chapter, I might be super slow to update for a while due to school starting next week. This chapter's longer than the update's I've given lately, to both make up for lost time and give you more reason not to hate me when I take forever to update in the future. (:
Okay, here's chapter 20! And with chapter 20, the 50th review!!!
(Hint, hint…review!)
…road to hell…
Max POV:
I'm not sure how much time passed before the car stopped and after I re-laid my plan to the flock, and I was too lost in thought to care. So many questions I wanted to ask, yet I was unable to ask any of them. "Why were we separated in the first place?" and "How did you find out we had been reunited?" were among them. Sooner than I had anticipated, however, the engine cut off. Fang, who had been sitting next to me the entire time, gave a start as if the noise had increased rather than ceased. I would have laughed at this opposite behavior of Mr. Silent and Resigned, were it not for the sudden tension our anticipation created around us and the rest of the flock. The sound of a door opening and closing could be heard, and as she came around to open the door I gave each member of my family the same silent message: not yet.
Disappointment could be read on Iggy and Gazzy's faces, but the rest of the flock seemed unsurprised by my instruction to postpone action. If she was coming around to check on us, then she anticipated for us to try to escape. In order to succeed with as little attention drawn to us as possible, she couldn't know we were planning on escaping. Hence, the lack of an escape attempt as she opened the door. "Oh good, you're all up!" She said sarcastically. Her tone quickly turned threatening, though, when she warned, "Try anything and you'll have it a lot worse than cages and birdfeed." Apparently, she was enlightened of our dietary needs; unlike the people at the costal institute, where they gave us seeds to snack on not knowing what we ate. "Oh, while you're up," I interjected as she was about to close the door, "I could really go for a blueberry slushy. Would you mind-" but I was cut off by her slamming the door, ignoring my suggestion completely. After making sure she had left to the convenient store, I gave the go-ahead and we got to work fast. Nudge untied all of us using her super-cool skill of metal manipulation, and Gazzy and Iggy immediately started pulling out various explosives from their pockets. How they fit so many without being noticed, or how they even got them past the security at the concert, I will probably never know.
Nevertheless, as my two pyros were organizing a fireworks display to be held atop of a semi-truck, Angel, Nudge, Fang and I worked out the details to our actual escape plan. Fang suggested we head straight back to my recording studio, thinking it would be safe now with Jake gone. I convinced him otherwise, considering Jake had most likely already covered both his ass and those of the white coats at the instituted, and had most likely sent out a fake search party to not find me. Instead, we would spend the night at a hotel near D.C, call Jeff and work out a legit cover story that totally blew Jake out of the water, then head back so I could personally kick his ass. I liked my plan much better.
Fang was reluctant to agree, most likely fearing being caught again, but I was positive they wouldn't make a second attempt so fast. Stealing us-me in particular-away from a public concert was risky enough, and definitely drew more attention than they were comfortable with. If they tried anything more this early to my kidnapping, the risk of being discovered would heighten tenfold. But despite my reassurances, Fang still wasn't satisfied with waiting to return. I disregarded his protests rather bluntly, reminding him that I was the leader, and therefore I had the final say in everything, and Nudge got to work on the padlock on the door as we heard her approaching the car for a second time. A faint 'click' registered Nudge's success in unlocking the door, and I counted on my fingers for her to open them. Waiting until the gas was safely paid for (wouldn't want to cause any more pollution or uproar than there already was in the world,) I motioned: 3…2…1…BOOM! Nudge threw open the doors and we all scrambled out into the fresh air, Iggy and Gazzy coming last. Gasps and screaming erupted from nearby stations and cars, but the one voice stood out amongst the others; ringing with hatred and astonishment: "Wha- No! Impossible! RIDE!" I sniggered along with Iggy as he counted aloud, so only we could hear as we gained altitude quickly. "5!" we hovered in the air, high enough so that the explosion wouldn't hurt us but close enough so that we could check out the damage with our raptor vision. "2!" "No!!!" "1." The truck erupted in blue flames, and a resounding 'boom' shook the ground, as the director's screaming turned from that of anger to fright; we flew off into the distance, soaking in all that had happened.
The end! Just kidding, ha-ha. That would be lame. But unless I get a significant amount of reviews in the next few days, no one should expect an update for a while. I'm starting school up again like next week, and I'm going to be really busy.
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-bergatron