This is a short chapter. It's just a fill in. As you've probably seen (if you haven't, I recommend an emergency visit to your eye doctor) I have changed my name to FantasyAddict97-10. Just call me FA. I felt like maxrideaddict lemited me to only Maximum Ride fanfiction. So now I've written a Hunger Games one-shot! Please check it out!
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
September 11, 2010
I pounded my fist on Fang's door. "Fang!" I yelled. "We need to talk."
The door slowly slid open on it's hinges. Fang stood there, his face blank and emotionless. I let myself in, slowly sinking down on the foot of his bed. He rolled his eyes, closed the door, and sat beside me. "Well? Let it out."
"Well, I ..." I hadn't really planned what I was going to say. "I was thinking. Cindy's still alive."
It might have been a trick of the light, but I thought I saw a bead of sweat on his forehead. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. But he didn't say anything, just waited on me.
"Say something. Anything? What, are we just supposed to let Cindy run around New York?"
He shrugged. "She's out of our hair now."
"That doesn't mean she'll strike again! Blow up another candy shop or something. So someone else will be tormented just like we were. And you promised me we'd kill her. Don't lie to me, Fang. We have to kill her, or someone else will end up exactly like we were. No one deserves to go through that."
"What are we supposed to do then? Fly back to New York and risk our lives again?"
I shook my head. "I heard that she's returning to Arizona News."
"We can't kill her on national TV."
"We aren't! Don't you watch those CSI shows Gazzy always has playing? We wait until she's out of the building. Then we go for the attack."
Fang took a minute to process this. "All right. Happy to be a bird again?"
"Duh. Being a cat is brutal."
Fang chuckled. "Well, I'm happy you're not a cat anymore." He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips before standing up and walking out of the room.
Deja vu, anyone? (A/N it wouldn't let me do those little ' things above the e and the a. I'm sad now)
As days passed, I kept my eyes on the Arizona News station for Cindy's return. All I gathered was that Cindy's leg was injured in New York, so the flight back to Arizona was rough. And she asked for recovery days, which, of course, was granted to her. I bet she's faking it.
Fang and I determined that we would attack on Cindy's first day back. According to the news station, she'll be back on the 15th. Four more days.
-Maximum