Oh my God, guys, I'm so sorry! It's been like two months! I've just had so much schoolwork, projects, and finals. However, my schoolwork's done now and I'll be out of school Wednesday. So you can expect more updates.
I'm going to apologize again ahead of time. I had the next eight chapters written up on my iPod, which conveniently just broke a few weeks ago. So, if my writing is horrible or has horrible grammar/spelling, that's why.
Shout outs to: AnikaandAj and flash5335.
It was Doctor Hans Gunther-Hagan. All tied up in a wooden chair with a gag in his mouth. He was completely pale and still. There was blood on him and the floor.
Is he dead? The doctor's leg twitched. Dylan was visibly relieved. He would never admit it, but he felt a bond with the doctor. The strange experiment-experimenter bond. The one none of us felt.
Dylan rushed to him and removed his gag. We kneeled in front of him. When we tried to talk, he shushed us. He started stammering. God, he was way too pale. "Angel-Angel is…is…is-" his voice trailed off and his eyes lolled back in his head. I checked for a pulse…and nothing. I shook my head. The doctor was dead.
Angel couldn't sleep. More accurately, she couldn't pass out. Something was very, very wrong. Next thing she knew, Dr. Martinez was wheeling a bed. Ella was lying on it. She seemed completely unaware that she was wheeling her unconscious daughter, who'd probably just been killed or experimented on. They've turned her into one of their zombies Angel realized. Then she saw the feathered tip sticking out from underneath her. So, she got her wings after all. Angel rested her head and let the blackness slink back in.
We were back on the top deck. "Gazzy, Iggy, still have those bombs?" Gazzy grinned mischievously and pulled out a handful of small explosives, as Iggy pulled out a detonator. I sighed. How the hell did they manage to get on a plane with those? Isn't airport security extremely high? "Okay, place them around the ship. Wait until we're off the ship before you set them off. U and A."
And with that we were in the air. But not even seconds after, the entire ship exploded, and the shock wave pushed us forward. "Jesus guys! Not yet! You're going to get us killed!" I screamed at them.
"But it wasn't us!" Gazzy called back. What? I asked myself. Then I realized. Dammit. Somebody knew we were there. They had the place rigged to explode on us. A few seconds earlier, and we would have been dead.
"Is everyone fine?" I remembered to ask. I got a couple mumbles of "yes" in reply. We were fine.
Then I realized we had a more pressing matter at hand. We were hovering over the middle of the ocean, hours away from land, with nothing to eat or drink.
So, did you guys hear? Maximum Ride 8, the last novel will be called Nevermore. Cool title, I think.
I'll try to update sometime next week.
R&R?