I'm sooooo sorry for not updating. I've had some health issues with close friends, see 4010: Duel to the Death for details.
This chapter will probably be the most graphic. If you don't like to visually imigine blood, death, torture, pain, or murder scenes, (then why did you read MR?) I suggest skipping this chapter. You have been warned.
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
October 13, 2010
I woke up to a scream. Despite my side, I bolted up and threw off the thick cover. Blinking, I looked around the hospital room. No one was there but Fang sleeping in the bed beside me. "Fang!" I whispered. He didn't move. "Fang! Fang!" His eyebrows raised and he slowly opened his eyes as a ear-drum-busting scream pierced the air.
Fang jumped up, shooting me a glance, and we ran out the door. Outside, the hall was empty. Doctor's carts had been abandoned, there was even a sheet on the floor with blood on it. That's another thing, blood was everywhere. It sent a shiver up my back.
Another scream rang in our ears. "That way!" I yelled, but my voice was drowned out by the scream. We ran (The best we could with our injuries) down the hall towards the waiting room. The first thing I saw was a nurse being held to the wall, a gun held to her head. She screamed once again as the assassin pulled the trigger. Blood poured down her cheek as her body slid to the floor.
I almost didn't want to look at the of the waiting room, but I did. There were bodies everywhere, some's eyes were opened, some closed. All of them were covered in blood, just adding to the bone-chilling room with blood covering the walls.
It was almost like he was whispering something:
"Leave, leave, you must leave, I will not stop until you leave, Hilary."
...Who's Hilary? Why did he have such a grude against her?
I didn't have much time to think about it, because he turned to us. Fang grabbed my hand and we ran down the hall. I knew we weren't fast enough to escape bullets, we were slow anyway from our injuries. And the hall was too narrow to spread our wings...
As we rounded the cornor, a bullet shattered a little window on one of the doors. The wall at the end of the hall was glass, with an awning-looking thing on the other side of it. It couldn't be that strong, just strong enough little kids couldn't bust it by trying to catch the attention of a friend on the concrete.
We ran in zig-zags, something Jeb taught us to do when we're targeted flying. It seemed to just work well enough, bullet's grazed past our heads and arms. We hit the glass full force, just enough pressure to break it enough for us to free-fall towards the busy freeway. Our wings whipped out and we slowed like a parachute, slowly going higher.
"What happened to the flock?" I asked, looking back at the hospital, my breathing deep. "How could all that happen without us being woken up?"
Fang sighed. "We must have had strong medication. We'll have to come back when... whoever that is is gone."
Another question was buring in my mind: Someone had to have called the police, if the wires were cut, they could always use cell phones. Why hadn't the police shown up?
I was pulled from my train of thought by wind whistling in my ears. I wasn't freefalling, I was diving towards the ground, unaware I had fallen. There was something on the yellow dotted line between the lanes of traffic... it looked like a doll.
Landing carefully, sqeezing myself between the lanes as cars honked at me, I bent down and picked it up. Fang was screaming at me from in the air, and pictures were being snapped everywhere you turned. I didn't care, the only thing on my mind was that it was a little white teddy bear with a halo above his head...
"Fang?" I said, just loud enough he could hear me above the traffic. I didn't realize I was crying until a tear fell of the bear's dirty dress. "It's Celeste."
Angel has been here.
-Maximum