The boy knows that she shouldn't be alone. He is afraid to think about the number of things that could happen to her while she's alone. Before the phone call he wouldn't have thought twice about leaving her alone. She was Maximum Ride, and she could do anything. Of course, if it weren't for the phone call, he wouldn't be here. He'd be back at home with Maya, who would be waking up soon. He should probably call her, but he can't bring himself to. It's as though she doesn't matter anymore, and really, if he's not kidding himself, to him, she doesn't. All that matters is Max, of course, that's all that has ever mattered to him.
She has been pretending to sleep since he left. She keeps hoping that if she pretends for long enough it will actually happen, she feels as if she hasn't slept in decades. Then again, she's scared to sleep, if she sleeps she might dream, and if she dreams who knows what she will see. Maybe she would dream about Fang, maybe about Erasers, heck, maybe she wouldn't dream, those would all be good options. She knows, however, that if she were to dream, it would probably be about Dylan, and she isn't ready for that. Isn't ready to confront him, even in her subconscious state. No, she isn't ready for that.
He's going to kill Dylan, she is sure about that. He's going to kill her boyfriend, if she can even think to call him that anymore, she doesn't think she can. She should be upset, maybe just a little bit, but she isn't. He deserves it, he did wrong, and he would pay for it, just like Ari had.
No, she is not going to compare a freaking rapist to her little brother. That's just wrong. Ari and Dylan are nothing alike. Ari was seven, he hadn't known what he was doing, and he had been raised to think that what was wrong was right. No, Dylan and Ari were nothing alike. Dylan had been raised to be a model bird-kid, he had everything for the taking, and he had ruined it. Plain and simple.
He isn't sure what he's going to do yet. He's going to have to get rid of the threat, he knows that much, he's just not sure about how he's going to do it.
Dylan is super-boy, or super-bird, more accurately; he's designed to be perfect and hard to kill. He had learned from Max for crying out loud! No, a bird-kid-on-bird-kid fight was not the way to go. They way to go would have to be simpler than that, he can't lose. If he loses than Max will truly be alone, and while that might be okay for an hour or so, it isn't okay forever.
Forever, alone with Dylan, the thought scared him more than that of his own death. Much more.
A/N: Okay, sorry about the long wait but not that many of you reviewed and once again I am inclined to remind you that I know how many people are reading this… and I know how many are neglecting to review. So, I must ask you to please review… if you want to see this continued at a more brisk pace it is up to you to review it and tell me that. This chapter is dedicated to JealousMindsThinkAlike, Faxtothemax51799, Watersong77, (), and Wolfer206… thank you guys a ton!