I'd like to think WinterSky101 for giving me the idea. Even though she yelled it out in the review! *sigh* Anyway, thanks Winter.
IMPORTANT!
Alright, if you scroll down enough, you'll see two entries. One is Fang's one is Max's. Max was able slip a few pieces of paper in her pocket before they took her. That's why there are two of the same entry.
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
August 13, 2010
I've come to a conclusion:
Iggy's an idiot.
Iggy got us locked in a damp prision cell. It has nothing to do with him being blind, don't think that. Well, maybe it does a little, but I warned him that guy looked like an Eraser. He shouldn't have blabbed. All right, I'll start from the beginning. No sign of the ruined candy shop was at 8th street. No ashes, nothing. There was even a brand new hotel building there.
I stared up at it. I carefully stepped in the hotel, pulling Ig behind me. This place had forty stories, at least. How would we find Max in here?
"Hello, I'm - " Then I caught sight of the man behind the counter. Eraser. He was rven in worlf form! I tapped the back of Iggy's hand. "Oh, sorry, wrong hotel!" I really didn't want to get noticed. I slowly started backing away from the counter, Iggy right beside me.
"You will not be going anywhere," it said. Its lips pulled back, reveling rows of fangs. Two Erasers grabbed me, each taking a hand and holding it behind my back, covering my mouth.
I couldn't get out, no matter how hard I tried. Iggy was being kidnapped, too. The Eraser behind the counter lept over it, landing right in front of me. "Foolish boy! Do you really think we would be stupid enough to lead you right to us?"
No. We were stupid for believing they would. Max, if you ever get to read this, I'm so sorry.
"You won't take us alive!" Iggy yelled. (Iggy had an Auburn-Redx moment.) He aimed a kick at his capter, but only managed to make him mad.
The Eraser growled. "Forget the hotel room! Being them to the dungon!"
I glared at Iggy. "Dungon?"
Next thing I know, we're in a dark, dirty cell with steel walls, no windows. Iggy's passing the time by reciting really bad poems, like thy do in those weird movies. It's really starting to get on my nerves. I'm going to stop writing before I have to record blood.
-Fang
August 13, 2010
Fortunetly, I also had paper in my pocket. It gives me something to do. I'm back in the School, which had been rebuilt by those nerds the whitecoats. I've been experimented on. My bones are no longer broken, fixed by those monsters here. But while I gained something, I lost something else.
My wings.
Yes, my wings are no longer there. I have no dobt that Ari will come through with his word to kill me.
I don't know, but I think they're trying to make me half cat hybrid. And cats kill birds, so... They're trying to make me kill myself.
-Maximum