This will be a long chapter. Brace yourself.
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
August 27, 2010
Everything's fine. Iggy's going to survive. Max is fine. I'm fine. We'll be leaving to pick up our things in New York in a couple of hours.
I'll start at the beginning:
After I finished the last entry, I went to sleep. Only to be rudely awaken by a whitecoat opening my cage and Ari hauling me out by my arms. I grumbled and opened my eyes. Ari, in Eraser form, snickered, showing rows of yellowing fangs. "I think you have your last date with your girlfriend," he laughed.
I jumped up at the mention of Max. Then, I remembered what they had done to her. What they had made her do to Iggy. How she was being forced to sing and dance on Broadway. I wish!
Don't judge my logic.
But back to the point. After remembering what had happened just a few hours ago, I realized what was ahead of me. Max was about to be forced to kill me. But if I was dead, how could I be writing this? And how would my first line be true? The only reason Max isn't writing this entry was because she wanted to see my side of the story.
So I was pulled my Ari into the room where I first saw Max training. It was set up just like when she went up against Iggy, nothing in the room, not even a padded floor. But Iggy wouldn't be watching me. No, he was still dying in his dog crate.
I wasn't even there for thirty seconds when cat-attack showed up. A deep-throated growl escaped, smelling bird. But the expression on her face was horrified.
As the cat part of her tried to stalk forward to attack me, the Max part tried to back up out of the room. But the cat half was winning, and Max's feet had to slowly and painfully move forward to keep from dropping on all fours, giving the cat access to whatever she wanted.
"Max, stop!" I yelled. Max had to jump forward to keep from falling. "This isn't you, quit!" I jumped in the air and spread my wings to keep from getting slashed. She jumped and caught my foot before I could reach the roof. I kicked her in the face, giving Max silent apologies.
The cat just growled and attached the hard claws through my sneaker. I tried to use my other foot to kick off my shoe, but she started to scratch both of my legs. Pain seared up them, and I dropped like a stone to the floor. The Max half of this thing jumped back as far as she could from me, begging the other half to stop.
"Stop it, Max! You killed your brother! You killed him!"
Max froze, her eyes widening. The cat half growled and tried to advance towards me, but Max stood rooted to the spot.
"Fang!" a little voice yelled. My head whipped around. I saw Angel, Gazzy, Mary Lou, and Nudge standing at the doorway. Angel was slowly mind controlling whitecoats into the room. "Get out of there! Quick!" She turned her focus back to the whitecoats. They were trying to fight back, but were losing terribly. It was actually pathetic.
I tried to stand, but fell again. Max had gotten my legs good. Blood was pouring through the tears in my pants. I grabbed at the ground, trying to pull myself out of the room. Mary Lou glanced at Max nervously, but ran out and grabbed my hand, pulling me out.
Angel closed the door and locked it, letting Max have free rain over the vulnerable whitecoats. I had to turn away as both Max and the cat ran forward to kill them all at ths spot.
"How - how did you know where we were?" I gasped.
"Max send Jeb to get Nudge and Dr. M," Angel said. " And they got us. Dr. M and Jeb are tending to Iggy. He's gonna be fine."
I heard screaming inside the room where Max was killing the whitecoats. It sent shivers down my spine.
Nudge bent down and slowly rolled up my pant legs. I tried not to scream at her. My legs were stinging so bad I couldn't feel anything else. My leg was covered in blood, nothing but blood. It looked like my skin had just been dyed a bright red.
"Ew!" she screeched, jumping up and wiping the blood on her hands on her shirt. "Fang, that's gross!"
"You shouldn't have messed with my pants!"
"Ew!" she and Angel screeched again, running down the hall for the bathroom. Gazzy and Mary Lou took each side of me and helped me down the hall, where Dr. M was tending to Iggy. Jeb instructed me to sit in a waiting chair, another good whitecoat cleaned up my wounds. She smiled at me as I tried not to kick her through a wall.(I kept imagining Fang with ghost white legs and torn blue jeans and brown leather boots. Cause some boys at school wear that and are always the ones to flash their leg hair. *shiver*)
After about fifteen more minutes, Max was brought in, held back by Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel. But it wasn't enough, the cat part of her still tried to kill them. Angel had to mind control her. Jeb tried to calm Max down as he led her through big double doors to the operating room.
Iggy was wrapped up in bandages and was put of laughing gas to knock him out to preform surgery. After the whitecoat that tended to me took Iggy, Dr. M sent the younger kids out of the room. Oh, no. Here it comes. But she wrapped up my legs and bandages and spoke softly.
"At least you won't have to have surgery." She stood up and put her hands on her hips, looking me straight in the eyes with daggers. "Fang, what were you thinking? Why didn't you tell me about Max? I could have helped you, and the outcome would have been much better then this."
I averted my eyes. "I didn't want you to worry. I knew Max didn't want you to worry. But if I had any clue this was going to happen, I would have called you."
"All I can say is, I'm disappointed, Fang. I thought I could trust you better then this. Do you know how scared I was when Jeb showed up at my doorstep and said that Max was half cat and Iggy was dying? I had a heart attack! I was terrified! And when I called Max's iPhone, and Mary Lou picked up saying you and Iggy had gone to save Max, my heart stopped."
"I'm sorry, Dr. M. I should have told you."
"Yes you should." She leaned down and hugged me, landing a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you, Fang. You saved all of your lives today."
With that, she turned and walked out.
-Fang
August 27, 2010
I was no longer cat. I had no fur, or claws, and I didn't want to kill every bird I saw. I have my wings back, and my bird DNA.
I owe a million thanks to Fang. He's actually writing in my journal now. At least I get to read some of their adventure. But he's read what I've wrote. That means he knows how I feel about him. Joy. But onward with the point:
When I walked in the training room, I saw Fang. I growled without realizing it, my cat DNA starting to kick in. It was trying to overwhelm me, trying to pull me forward. I tried to back up, but the cat won. I was being pulled towards him, to kill him.
"Max, stop!" he screamed. I had to jump forward. "This isn't you, quit!" He jumped up, spreading his wings and tried to fly to the ceiling. I jumped and grabbed his foot before he could make it, or, the cat did. He kicked me in the face, and I growled again, my nose stinging as the claws sank into his shoe.
Before he could kick his shoe off, I scratched his leg, the cat getting control again. His leg was bloody and we were back on the ground before I knew what was even happening. I forced myself to jump backwards, off Fang, and felt like I was splitting in two as the cat tried to leap back.
"Stop it, Max!" Fang yelled. "You killed your brother! You killed him!"
I froze. Iggy was dead? I didn't even realize the cat half of me was still trying to attack me.
"Fang!" Angel yelled. Finally. I won't have to kill Fang. Whitecoats were slowly filing in as Angel mind controlled them. "Get out of there! Quick!"
Fang tried to walk, but his legs were skint up too bad. He tried to pull himself out with his arms. Mary Lou ran out and grabbed him, pulling him out of the room. As the whitecoats progressed in the room, Angel closed and locked the door. I growled. Me, Max growled, not the cat.
Terror spread across thier faces. They had created me. They knew what I could do. They screamed as I launched myself at them, killing them.
I won't tell you all the bloody details. It was really gross.
After the whitecoats were dead, Angel unlocked the door. The cat tried to attack them, but as I jumped for them, Angel mind controlled me and sent me falling to the ground. Gazzy and Nudge grabbed me as Angel mind controlled me down the hall.
Cat me snapped at them and growled, trying to bite them. I saw Iggy being tended to by Mom, Fang's leg wounds being cleaned by a female whitecoat. Jeb came over to me, put his arm around my shoulders, and led me through two double doors.
He laid me down on an operating table. "Jeb," I whispered. "Why am I a monster?"
"We'll get you fixed, Max," he promised, putting liquid in a syringe. "We'll get you fixed."
I was put under by the syringe, and when I woke up, I had my wings back. The cat DNA was gone, and Fang, Iggy, Angel, Gazzy, Mary Lou, and I were on our way to New York.
-Maximum