The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 24
By MyNameIsCAB
---Max's POV---
"Here," Cal handed Fang a towel to wrap around me. I half expected him to take his shirt back, but it still stayed draped around me. It looked like Cal was trying to make herself not look at Fang's arms, but Fang noticed.
"It's okay, Cal," he sighed.
"I'm sorry," Cal whispered back, looking down at the sand. "I didn't mean to…"
"Seriously, I don't care," Fang assured her.
I wondered what had gotten into Fang lately. It was unlike him to be so nice or even show emotion. Even this was a stretch. Not that I haven't thought about this before after Messina found him in Boston. I guess people do change. Maybe this version of Fang was better.
---Fang's POV---
Ted had finally finished talking to the cops. They dragged the eraser out of the water, bagged it up, and left.
"So what did you tell them?" Max asked, leaning against me and still shivering.
"Told them to take the thing away and that there was no need for more investigation," Ted replied. "That's an eraser, right? Max told me a while ago."
Max nodded.
"So, you want to go now?" Ted sighed. "We're getting looks and I think it's best we get out of here."
"So much for the beach," Cal frowned, starting to pack up our stuff.
"We'll do something nice for Christmas," Ted said.
That seemed to make Cal feel a little better.
---Iggy's POV---
The TV is on. We've finally made it to LA with the circus and the news is talking about how some deformed wolf turned up at some beach a couple of miles away. According to some witnesses, it looked like the wolf had attacked a group of people and then some unnamed federal agent shot the wolf. Reminded me of an eraser, but I haven't heard of one in years.
"I hope there aren't anymore wolves around," on of the maintenance guys said, placing a can of soda in front of me on the table.
"I doubt it," I said. "Thanks for the soda."
"No problem," he answered. "Let's change the channel. The Dodgers are on."
"Yea, but the A's are on too," someone else complained.
"The Giants, how 'bout them?" another guy asked.
"The Giants suck," the maintenance guy answered. "Dodgers, that's what we're watching."
I frowned. "Does it matter? I can't even see."
I guess the Dodgers got put on because they broadcasters were talking about Manny Ramirez, who, I was sure, was traded from Boston.
"And it's OUTTA HERE!"
"That's Manny for ya!" the maintenance guy cheered.
"Oh please, it was a stupid idea for the Red Sox to trade him," a new voice said.
"Jason Bay's not a bad player though," Tom said, entering the room.
I gave up on listening to them argue about baseball trades. Honestly, I didn't care either. I was still thinking about that wolf. What if it was an eraser?
Nah.
---Fang's POV---
It was late now. Max lay in bed next to me, wearing my shirt again. To make her happy, I had pulled on a short sleeves shirt. We were in the room anyway and there wouldn't be anyone but her to see the scars.
I had an arm around Max, trying to keep her warm. I hoped she wasn't going to get a cold from being in that freezing water. She had just taken some Advil to numb the pain in her arm. Of course, Advil wasn't going to help me.
"Do you think Itex is still looking for us?" she asked.
I turned off the TV and pulled the blankets over us and she snuggled up against me. "Maybe. But they haven't bothered us."
"No, I guess not," said Max. "But shouldn't they be coming after us?"
"I'm sure they're occupied with other things right now," I answered.
There was a long silence and I thought she had fallen asleep. I didn't feel tired though. My depression did that to me sometimes. Insomnia is what Dr. Guerra told me. But I didn't bother with the medication for that. It wasn't worth it. But maybe it just seemed worse because I had abruptly stopped taking my depression meds. According to the doc, it wasn't good to do that.
But for now, I seemed pretty okay. I worried about how the next few days were going to go.
"Fang…" Max whispered softly.
"Yes, Max?" I replied quietly.
"Goodnight, Fang."
"Goodnight."
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