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Max's Journal
July 8, 2010
Fang was dead. I knew it. And I was going to kill Cindy.
Angel and Analie can't latch on to anyone now, we're all swimming. Analie's so tired she can hardly move her arms, and is too nervous to float on her back. Every time she starts to sink, she uses up more and more extra energy to make sure she's above water. We should get snorkels. Snorkels so long we can be on the floor and still breath.
The water was well above the door, about five feet above it, which is probably why Cindy hasn't shown herself. We're all inches from death, especially Analie. Every time Mary Lou or MaryEllen tries to help her, they start to sink as well.
We weren't going to live until the room filled up. We would die from being so tired, in just a few more hours.
"Max, help..." Analie sighed, struggling to stay above water. Too bad she didn't have gills.
Gills. Maybe I could find a way to open the door. "Sorry, Analie. I gotta go. I might be able to get us all out of here." I remembered I said that same thing to MaryEllen. Maybe the room was full of microphones, that wouldn't be anything new to us. And on the cliff - how do I know she hadn't put microphones there? She could know everything.
I swam down to the door, or to the top of the stairs. There was no way to tell where the door was, it blended in with the rest of it. How could it not leave a trace - anything? I saw nothing. My fingers grazed the wall, where I remember the door being. Nothing. Only metal and the water between. At least I was under water, no one saw the Great Max cry.
But what was I crying for? The fact that everyone I loved was about to die? The fact that I could only trust my flock, because Mary Lou betray us? MaryEllen wasn't a part in it. Or was she? Or the fact Fang was dead, before I could say...
That I love him?
The word forever on the necklace was clutched in my fist. Fang died because of his mother's actions. Because Mary Lou was dumb enough to trust Cindy. If it wasn't for Mary Lou, we wouldn't be in here. Iggy and Gazzy would never have been kidnapped. We would have all been back in Mesa, living with Mom and Ella.
My fury was now at Mary Lou. Fang's own mother killed him! Before I knew what I was doing, I was out of the water, flying above Mary Lou, feeling pain and hate, shot straight at her. It slipped out. "You killed your own son!"
Mary Lou's eyes widened. She stopped swimming in shock and went under for a moment. "What? I didn't kill William!"
"Why do you think he hasn't saved us? Because he's dead! We're going to die, too! All because of you! Because you were stupid enough to believe Cindy!"
"What do you mean? I didn't kill him! I didn't lock us in this room!"
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her under, dragging her to the floor of the room. She scrambled to get to the surface, to get to air, but I held her down. Angel swam beside me and started tugging on my arm, begging me to let her go. I hardly knew she was there.
Mary Lou didn't have gills. She would die. She was already fighting less and less. I moved aside and she kicked to the surface, gasping in deep breaths of air. We were all going to die, and I didn't want to die a murderer.
But I would never trust Mary Lou again. I bursed through the surface, and I saw it out of the cornor of my eye. Blue mist.
My heart lept for joy. Of course! It hadn't been intentional, but I had called Fang's dream. One of his loved one's life was in danger, his mother was in danger of drowning. I'd trigered his dream again, when I thought I never would. Fang was alive. He just hadn't come for us.
Then why were we still here? Was he...one of them? No. He couldn't be.
It was a merical we weren't already dead. All of us. I didn't realize the water had shut off. There was no sound, now it was like a big swimming pool you could never escape from. I just moved my arms and stared at the wall for who knows how long, probably ten or twenty minutes.
Iggy tapped my shoulder and pointed to the other wall. My head whipped around. The water had sunk down to the top stair, and Mary Lou's kitchen was soaked. Probably her whole house. Someone had opened the door. Fang?
I swam to the door, everyone else behind me. The door didn't make a move to shut, just stood wide open. My feet hit the floor and I collapsed, everyone falling around me. Slowly my vision blurred, and I blacked out.
I woke up on the couch, covered by a cotton blanket and a pillow from the guest room bed. Fang's backpack, with this journal, was sitting beside me. My arms and legs were sore, trobbing whenever I moved them. My head hurt, that I didn't know why.
Where were everyone? Now I know how Fang felt. All I could do was take this out and write in it.
I'm not going to freak out. Did Fang freak out? ...Yes. And it didn't help. They're probably all knocked out like I was.
-Maximum