Chapter: 3
MAX POV
(Flashback ended)
It felt like two magnets clanging together, when my soul was reattached to my body. I was still falling. I somehow righted myself, all the while clinging to Jeb. When I hit the ground, I gently, but hurriedly, laid Jeb down and began whaling on the Erasers. I smashed one in the nose, then I launched my signature roundhouse kick at another, where I swung my right foot at his chest, then, before my right foot hit the ground, launched my left foot straight back at him. That had to hurt. For the third, the one that shot me, I have saved for him a special item on the menu that is served not very often. Death. What I mean by that is not that I don't kill a lot, which I do, mostly with Erasers, but this a special way. I run at him, jump over him and twist in midair, then, before he can react, I snap his neck by twisting it all the way around. Let's just say I am not very happy right now, why don't we? I stand there looking at the crowd that has gathered and my flock, who are just standing there, looking at me in a funny way. Kind of like how you would look at a stranger who comes up to you, pretends to stretch, but is really putting their arm around your shoulder. Yeah, like that.
I start running away from the crowd that was beginning to get a little too close to me than I liked. I just hope that the flock will follow me. I find an abandoned building and quickly slip inside waiting for my flock, or whoever else, you never know who could be following you, to join me. It takes quite a while so I start thinking, which, mind you, I haven't had a lot of time to do. That is probably good though, because not to many good things happen when I think. Anyways, when I am going through the things that just happened today, I realize that my wing does not hurt anymore. I unfurl it and see that there is no trace of a bullet wound at all, not even a scar. This is different, but it doesn't surprise me, not much can anymore. I have seen too much, done too many things. Great, now I sound like a cliché. Oh well, I'm gonna live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse (A/N: one of my favorite Total quotes!). Now I am Total. Actually, those are probably the same things right? Whatever, the flock has just arrived and it feels as if it took them hours, but in reality it took them about two minutes. Wait, how did I get here so fast then? That leads me to wonder why the flock was staring at me like the stranger I described earlier, 'cause they've seen me fight Erasers all the time.
"It's because you did it so fast. Also we were running at top speed to catch up with you but we couldn't keep up. You were a blur even for us. How did you do that?" asks Angel. I reply, "If I knew I would tell you, but this might serve as a bit of an explanation." Then, I show her, in my mind of course, what had happened. Her eyes widen as she receives it and then she shares it with the rest of the flock. One by one you see their expressions change, except for Fang of course 'cause the expressions of Mr. Personality never change. Gazzy's and Iggy's face turns into one of a pyromaniac spotting a pile of grenades and bombs and whatnot. Nudge's turns into one of confusion. And Fang's eyebrows go up the slightest bit. Typical. Would it hurt him to show a bit of emotion? Oh well, who cares. He wouldn't be Fang with it. Jeb has no reaction because he isn't even here yet. He is still running over here to even get to us because we run faster than normal humans. Ha, sucker.
Fang is the first one to speak, "That true?"
I reply unsure of what he thinks, "Yeah."
He says, "So what now?"
Gazzy butts in, "Who cares? Max is awesomeified now!"
Nudge scolds, "That isn't a word Gazzy."
Iggy adds in, "And? Gazzy is right. This is gonna be awesome!"
Jeb runs in and asks, "What is going to be awesome?"
Angel looks at me. I give a nod and she "shows" him.
He furrows his eyebrows, and I can just see him thinking, 'This isn't scientifically possible. I do not believe any of it.' Or something like that. Then he just goes, "Hmm." Bastard.
I tell the flock that we should go home, so we take off on the roof of the building and start to head that way. I have to try to stay slow enough to still be in our little formation we have while we fly. Well, like someone said, I don't know who, "Power comes with great responsibility." Responsibility my ass. I am going to have fun with this. Later. Now, scine we are at home, I sleep.
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