(Can I get a "FINALLY!" Guys, I'm so sorry I hadn't updated in forever. I was being lazy, and I guess sleeping 14 hours a day wasn't enough for me. It took me a while to get this chap out for some reason…hope ya like it! Also, if you guys couldn't tell, this story is coming to a close. Maybe in the next chapter, or the one after that, will be the end. I'm actually glad, because I kinda got bored doing this. Oh well, I started on this new story on a website called WattPad. My original story that is based on a scary dream I had. I'll give you the link later, though.~:)
Cold water splashed her face and Ana glanced up lazily. Who was splashing her? She was simply just trying to get some sleep, so who in the world would disturb her? Last time she checked, the only person who hated her was her patients and Maxis.
Maxis! And fully opened her eyes and sat up, coughing. She glanced done and saw that her body was covered in sand, and her mouth was full of it. She was so thirsty too. Spitting out some sand, she gagged as she saw a little bug move out of her pile. Shaking her head, she slowly stood up, and looked around. As far as she could tell, she was on a beach, alone. There was nobody else beside her. Does that mean….that she survived the plane crash? Was she the only one? What about Derek? Morgan? Stella?
Her heart lurched as she thought of the dozen women who had lost their lives. Holding back a sudden wave of tears, she stared ahead into the dense forest before her. What was she supposed to do now?
A weight on her back made her turn and look at it, until she realized that she still had wings. Of course, they still had some bits of dried blood here and there, but they were wings, nonetheless. She had completely forgotten about them!
Stretching them out fully, she started towards the forest. When she reached it, she folded them tightly against her back, putting on her still damp jacket on to cover them. If she found some people, she didn't want to freak them out with her fifteen foot long wings.
Entering the dense forest, and hour later she gave up. What if there wasn't any people, and she was just wasting her time? What she actually needed to do…was to learn how to fly.
It was simple. If she knew how to fly, then she would be able to leave this island. If she left this island, she would be able to reach some civil place, with people she could become friends with and talk to. Yes, this was the best plan, indeed.
Sighing heavily after three hours of trying, she knew she couldn't do it. Her body was battered and bruised, and she had a massive headache. It was just too difficult. She had to remember to flap her wings, while trying to keep her balance, while watching forward to make sure she didn't run into anything. Way too much for Ana, even though she had thought her Algebra 1 tests in eighth grade were hard. This was nearly impossible. Starting a huge bonfire after an hour, she sat on the beach and waited. Looks like if she couldn't help herself, then she would just have to settle for help to come. If it did. Falling asleep near her fire, she dreamt of food, since she hadn't eaten anything since being in the labs. Supreme pizza and an ice cold Coke. A nacho bell grande from taco bell, with extra mild sauce. Sweet and sour chicken. Noodles.
She awoke with her stomach growling. Het fire was still going, even gigger than she had left it. She sat up, and stared into it's flames, as that was the only light around. It was nighttime, and she was alone. After a few hours of more food daydreaming and staring into the fire, she heard a faint whirring. Standing up faster then she had ever done in her life, she squinted at the night sky. There, in the distance was a light, and she could tell in was coming for her. After a few minutes, the whirring had gotten much louder. It was a helicopter! She grinned, so happy that help had come so soon. She had thought it might have taken weeks, so she would have to fend for herself in the wilderness. Plus, she was always more of an indoor girl anyways.
The helicopter landed about thirty feet away, and Ana held back her long hair so it didn't whip her face. A few men stepped out of the helicopter, and Ana could tell it was all men, because it was quite obvious. All of them were like supermodels, with tan, lean bodies, and blinding white smiles. The first man, his nametag reading Kevin, reached her first.
"How are you?" He asked, taking her by the arm and leading her back. The other men behind him quickly put out the fire she made.
"Hungry." She said without thinking. Placing a hand over her mouth, she whispered a quick oops, and he smiled at her, his eyes crinkling up with laugh lines.
"Well, don't worry. We'll take you back with us, and you can have some food. Is that okay with you?"
Ana nodded her head, eager to eat something, anything. All the men pile din, and she was suddenly overcome by fear. This was way too good to be true. A bunch of male model men showing up to rescue her? Too good, way too good.
Again, before thinking, she blurted out: "Are you guys real?"
Kevin laughed, and the guys around her laughed too. Kevin pulled the helicopter into the air and glanced back at her.
"Yes, last time I checked, I was real. Right guys?" The men laughed loudly again and Ana blushed at her ignorance.
Why couldn't believe something good happened to her in the first place? She was just a pessimistic girl, and she needed to teach herself the ways to look at the bright side.
They continued telling her jokes, and she relaxed. If the plane she was in crashed, then all the computer stuff must have been destroyed. She could only hope the world was safe, because she wanted to hang out with these mysterious men for a long time.
Smiling to herself, she leaned her head against Ryan, one of her new acquaintances. He patted her head a few times before turning back to Antonio, and continuing his joke about cows.
Ana sighed happily and closed her eyes. Everything was going to be alright, after all. Nothing could go wrong now.
"Maddy," I said softly, pulling her away. Away from Dylan. "Maddy, we have to go."
"No," She sniffed, and I was suddenly afraid that she was going to burst into tears, but she held on. "I'm not going to leave Dylan."
"Maddy," I started again. The world was going to end,, in about two hours, so I was just a little panicky. Hey, don't blame me. "Maddy, I understand. But we-"
"No! Max, you don't understand! You…you have-" She was cut off, her tears overtaking her small frame. She sobbed against the lifeless Dylan, and Iggy came up to comfort her.
I gave up, and walked back to Fang, who was brooding near a tree. "We have to do something." I said, stating the obvious. But I was stuck. What the hell was I supposed to do? What could I do? I hated not knowing what I was supposed to next. Maddy shuffled up to us, tears still running down her face. Iggy had a hand on her shoulder, and she started talking, and Fang and I listened intently.
"There is a way to shut off the bombs, but you're going to need help from somebody."
"Who?" Fang asked, but I already knew.
"Jeb Batchelder." We both said. Fang's eyes widened and he took a step back.
"Uh, NO." He said, shaking his head. "You guys know where his lab is. The abandoned warehouse downtown a few miles away? Get to the front door and under the first left trash can there is a button. Press it and you can get in. You will need his help, that's was Dylan and I were going to tell you." Maddy said quickly, looking down.
I placed a hand on her other shoulder, and thanked her. Now I had a plan, all I had to do was put it in motion.
"I'll stay here with Maddy," Iggy announced, looking at us. Clearly, Maddy wasn't going to come, so Iggy wasn't either.
"Thank you." I said again, as I spread my wings out. Fang followed suit, and we were at the same height now. It was going to be just Fang and I. We were going to save the world.
"Good luck!" Iggy yelled up to us, doing a quick wave. I nodded at him, and faced downtown. Fang and I had to get there, and fast. But how?
I smacked my head with my left hand. Duh! "Fang, grab onto me." I said. He raised his eyebrows, and happily obliged. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. Our wings moved in sync, so we weren't a tangled bird kid mess. I took another deep breath and moved us so that we were flying horizontally.
Suddenly we were in downtown. Fang let out a surprised squeak, and let go of me. I looked at him and grinned, happy that I had succeeded.
"How did you do that?" He asked, amazed. We landed on the said warehouse and I cracked my knuckles.
"You know how I can fly at the speed of sound?"
Fang nodded, and a look of understanding came to his features.
"I tried it with you holding onto me, and it worked."
His eyes were sparkling, and he kissed me for a minute, before I broke away, giving him a look. I wagged a finger at him and dropped down from the roof, now at the entrance. Moving a trash can, I saw the button and pressed it.
Fang and I yelled out in surprise when the floor gave out from under us, opening a tunnel that led to who knows where. I held onto him as we slid down, until we landed in a heap on some tiled floor.
Quickly picking myself up, I dusted some stuff off my clothes and turned to face Fang. He was staring straight ahead, and his hands were clenched into fists. I looked into the direction he was staring at, and now I was glaring at him too.
Jeb sat there, in his fancy chair as he stared back at us. Behind him were about five computers, all with different information on them. He stood up, and walked to us until he was about five feet away.
"It's nice of you guys to come and visit, but I know we have some work to do. This is going to be all up to you, Max. So listen very carefully. I know where all of the bombs are located, by using my personal satellite. I know what you need to do. Come here."
He walked back to all his monitors and pointed at one screen. It was the clearing that Iggy and Maddy were at, and they were hunched over Dylan's body. I gasped, so he has been spying on us? The whole time?
How disturbing. He pointed to another screen, of a huge Earth display. Every once in a while, there would be a red pin here and there, about two in every continent.
Are these the bombs?" I asked, leaning over for a closer look. I took a step back, and Fang followed, still in his silent glare.
Jab nodded. And turned to face me. "I tried telling all of the countries that there were bombs there, but they just figured I was mad. This is up to you Max. You will have to use your speed of sound flying to destroy every two bombs in each continent. You have an hour and a half."
I stared at him. I couldn't do that. This. Was. Impossible.