A/N: Well, that was a nice, long haitus, huh? Anywho, I'm back, baby! Requests and critiques welcome. Still haven't read Nevermore, but I want to. I have it on hold at my library.
Max
The terrible boom of a bomb woke me up from a tortured sleep. I forced my eyes open, suddenly aware of a tan, strong arm holding me back. Dylan. I tried hoisting it over me so that I could slither out of his grip, but it wasn't working. I was stuck, and we were in trouble. A small worry pricked the back of my mind.
I hope Nudge and the others are okay.
I angrily pushed the thought away – they chose to leave me. Or kick me out. Whichever. Desperate now as the ground began to tremble, I kissed Dylan's cheek. His long-lashed cobalt blue eyes blinked in confusion before widening.
"We've got to go." I said, already up with wings spread. His hold had loosened, and I had taken that opportunity. Smoke began to filter into the alley where we had spent our night.
"No, Max, we won't be able to see up there." Dylan protested, observing the masks of thick fog and fumes in the sky, which turned it into a dishwater gray color. He stood up, brushing ash from his jeans.
"We'll be fine. It's all blue sky over that layer of nastiness." I responded, though I wasn't really sure if I was leading us into an escape route or certain death.
Oh, the choices we science experiments have to make just fill me with all kinds of warm fuzzies.
Then again, that could possibly be internal bleeding.
A/N: A continuation of this chapter, which will be posted in several parts, is coming soon. In the mean time, let's play – who's next!
Vote in reviews whose POV the next chapter (after all the installments of this one) should be in! Then choose a type!
*POVs:
Iggy
Nudge
Angel
Ari
Fang
Dylan
Maya
*Types:
Romantic
Action
Peril
Tragedy
AU
Voting ends on November 1st, 2012!