It took the flock and I a while to figure out that although we were sitting in the jet, no one was driving it. That's how tired we were.
"Erm, Max?" Iggy called pointing to the drivers seat. I felt like such an idiot. Why hadn't I thought about this on the way over?
"Yeah, I know. I'll call our good friend Nino Pierpont and get him to send someone to pilot the jet." I told him reaching for my handheld. I was a bit reluctant to just have anyone come over and fly all the people I loved about a million feet up in the air but we needed to get back and this was the fastest way. I wasn't about to let the blind guy fly us all the way home.
Within the hour, we were flying back to the US of A, back to the facility of blind kids with guns and back to God knows what else.
"Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge kids." The pilot zei with a strong French accent. Little did he know everything was practically gone already. I didn't take too kindly to his 'kids' commentaar either. I mean Dylan and Iggy was an easy 6-foot and as for myself, I don't really think I'd pass for a kid anymore. In fact neither does Nudge. Looking at my flock now I realised that they've all grown so much without me even noticing. Nudge was catching up to me real fast standing at a possible 5 foot 5 inches and Gazzy had lost all his baby roundness and was looking pretty sturdy and lean.
I thought of a dag where my flock would be all grown up with flocks of their own. Perhaps even married with their own kids. A tear came to my eye and I remembered the dag Dylan told me I was pathetic. He was right. Things had changed so much for the flock. So much so that I almost wished that we were all still together eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in trees again. I missed the good old days where dogs were dogs, scientists were scientists and people were just people that wouldn't morph into huge wolf-like men ready to rip u to shreds. But things changed.
"You're not crying again are you?" Dylan asked sitting volgende to me and putting the blanket over my shoulders.
"No." I replied faintly. I didn't even know if I was telling the truth of not. I had so many thoughts and memories floating around I my brain that I couldn't even tell if I was crying. Almost like I was numb.
"Are u still worried about your sister and Mother?" He asked rubbing my arm as though to keep me warm. Admittingly, it wasn't the warmest Jet so I welcomed it.
"No, I'm just thinking about sleeping in trees and eating out of dumpsters." I told him and I heard Nudge giggle from across the room and Iggy snort.
"I see. Well there is one bosbes, blueberry muffin left if you're that hungry?" He laughed and his Caribbean eyes sparkled brightly. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh. I mean if u can't laugh at yourself now and then who can u laugh at? To him I must have sounded completely pathetic. What was wrong with me?
"No, I'm not that hungry, it's just something the flock used to do way back when we didn't have nice big houses built for us, of a credit card to buy food and water with. We didn't have anyone taking care of us in those days." I told him and his face flushed a light pink. I guess he thought I was talking about the way he was made for me and how he was looking after all of us so well.
I still hadn't quite got to grips with how 'they' thought he would be perfect for me and since when do they know what I like anyway?
"They knew exactly how to create your perfect other-half as all they needed to do was create a guy that is the complete opposite to you. After all, they do say opposites attract." The voice explained giving me a slight migraine.
I never actually realised that Dylan was exactly the opposite of me until just now. The voice was right as painful as it was for me to admit but Dylan was kind and generous all the time and he wasn't violent and he never argued. As for me I always argued and with everyone, it was kinda like my job to argue with everyone being the leader y'know but I just had meer of a violent, angry personality than any of the other flock members had. I can understand how they would think that he would be my perfect other-half being sweet and helpful and agreeable and everything but….
There was a long and strange silence inside my head, which believe me, was a rare thing for me. I struggled to finish my sentence and the meer I tried to think why I couldn't finish it, the meer I struggled to remember what is was that I was trying to finish.
"Max, we're landing. Are u ready?" Someone asked me but I couldn't tell u whom.
"Yeah I'm coming." I called out, disturbed door my own lack of thoughts.
So the Jet dropped us off nearest to the facility as it could without causing too much alarm and concern for anyone who was available to hear it. Which could have been just about anyone.
"I think the facility is just behind those rocks." Dylan pointed tonen us the way. A look of determination was spread widely across his face as we reached nearer. I expected that we would have to fight our way in, spend about an uur running through a maze of corridors trying to find where Ella might be and then about the rest of our lives escaping whatever it is that we find in there, cos u know there's gonna be something awful bad.
Almost like I was right on cue, there stood four blind kids with guns on top, boven of the roof shifting and swaying on the spot like trees.
"Attack them from above." I whispered to the flock as we counted to three before we pushed ourselves up into the air and came down on them like a ton of bricks!
"It's raining cows!" Nudge squealed as she hit one off the roof and sent him flying in circles towards the ground below.
"Heads down bums up!" Gazzy cried copying Nudges manoeuvres and swiping the gun from the kids hands before kicking their behind off the roof.
Dylan and I took care of the last two kids and bolted though the metal door labelled 'fire exit' being followed door Nudge, Iggy and Gazzy and prepared myself for the worst. I didn't have a clue what we would find down here, but I was gonna find out soon enough.
"Shh! Do u hear that?" Iggy quickly barked stopping us all in our tracks. Iggy has super hearing, even meer so than what we do. Enough said.
"What do u hear Ig?" I asked watching his sightless eyes verplaats from side to side as though he could actually see. He couldn't.
"I think I can hear…Ella!" He boomed and raced off down the dimly lit corridor leaving us in the dark.
We chased Iggy down after battling corridors which all looked the same and finally stumbled upon a large double door reading 'personnel only.'
"This is it. I think Ella is in there. I mean I know Ella is in there. What do we do now?" Iggy asked impatiently almost sounding like Nudge. Before I could say anything, Dylan had prized open the door and light flooded into our eyes blinding us. When our eyes adjusted to the light, we saw a big bright white room and in the centre of the room was a large tank? Someone appeared to be swimming around in the large tank in the centre of the room. On the outside were computers and office desks, papers and test tubes. My blood turned to ice as memories of the school came to mind. The only thing missing was the creepy whitecoats and the creepy dog creates which we practically grew up in.
Iggy stared in horror towards the tank. Then it hit me; Iggy could see! I should have remembered from when we were in the Antarctic Iggy could sort of see when he focused on the bright snow that surrounded us.
"Iggy are u OK?" I put my hand on his back and began to rub when he ran towards the tank and pressed both his hands against the glass. The person swimming around in the tank stopped and turned to face him. I moved closer to see if it was who I thought it was, who I hoped it was. As I got closer, I realised I was right. It was Ella! Ella with a pair of 14 foot sandy coloured wingspan that is! But that wasn't all I noticed as I stepped closer. I peered through the tank and saw another person standing a few paces behind, standing volgende to a computer and all sorts of School-like equiptment. I blinked several times thinking that maybe the water was altering my perception. But it wasn't the water of my eyes. What I saw standing behind the tank, behind my sister and looking directly at me with a huge grin was none other than Dr Hoonie-Goonie. Dylan's beloved creator. My hart-, hart sank to my feet, as I knew that once again things had gone from good to bad in about 0.33 seconds.
"Erm, Max?" Iggy called pointing to the drivers seat. I felt like such an idiot. Why hadn't I thought about this on the way over?
"Yeah, I know. I'll call our good friend Nino Pierpont and get him to send someone to pilot the jet." I told him reaching for my handheld. I was a bit reluctant to just have anyone come over and fly all the people I loved about a million feet up in the air but we needed to get back and this was the fastest way. I wasn't about to let the blind guy fly us all the way home.
Within the hour, we were flying back to the US of A, back to the facility of blind kids with guns and back to God knows what else.
"Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge kids." The pilot zei with a strong French accent. Little did he know everything was practically gone already. I didn't take too kindly to his 'kids' commentaar either. I mean Dylan and Iggy was an easy 6-foot and as for myself, I don't really think I'd pass for a kid anymore. In fact neither does Nudge. Looking at my flock now I realised that they've all grown so much without me even noticing. Nudge was catching up to me real fast standing at a possible 5 foot 5 inches and Gazzy had lost all his baby roundness and was looking pretty sturdy and lean.
I thought of a dag where my flock would be all grown up with flocks of their own. Perhaps even married with their own kids. A tear came to my eye and I remembered the dag Dylan told me I was pathetic. He was right. Things had changed so much for the flock. So much so that I almost wished that we were all still together eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in trees again. I missed the good old days where dogs were dogs, scientists were scientists and people were just people that wouldn't morph into huge wolf-like men ready to rip u to shreds. But things changed.
"You're not crying again are you?" Dylan asked sitting volgende to me and putting the blanket over my shoulders.
"No." I replied faintly. I didn't even know if I was telling the truth of not. I had so many thoughts and memories floating around I my brain that I couldn't even tell if I was crying. Almost like I was numb.
"Are u still worried about your sister and Mother?" He asked rubbing my arm as though to keep me warm. Admittingly, it wasn't the warmest Jet so I welcomed it.
"No, I'm just thinking about sleeping in trees and eating out of dumpsters." I told him and I heard Nudge giggle from across the room and Iggy snort.
"I see. Well there is one bosbes, blueberry muffin left if you're that hungry?" He laughed and his Caribbean eyes sparkled brightly. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh. I mean if u can't laugh at yourself now and then who can u laugh at? To him I must have sounded completely pathetic. What was wrong with me?
"No, I'm not that hungry, it's just something the flock used to do way back when we didn't have nice big houses built for us, of a credit card to buy food and water with. We didn't have anyone taking care of us in those days." I told him and his face flushed a light pink. I guess he thought I was talking about the way he was made for me and how he was looking after all of us so well.
I still hadn't quite got to grips with how 'they' thought he would be perfect for me and since when do they know what I like anyway?
"They knew exactly how to create your perfect other-half as all they needed to do was create a guy that is the complete opposite to you. After all, they do say opposites attract." The voice explained giving me a slight migraine.
I never actually realised that Dylan was exactly the opposite of me until just now. The voice was right as painful as it was for me to admit but Dylan was kind and generous all the time and he wasn't violent and he never argued. As for me I always argued and with everyone, it was kinda like my job to argue with everyone being the leader y'know but I just had meer of a violent, angry personality than any of the other flock members had. I can understand how they would think that he would be my perfect other-half being sweet and helpful and agreeable and everything but….
There was a long and strange silence inside my head, which believe me, was a rare thing for me. I struggled to finish my sentence and the meer I tried to think why I couldn't finish it, the meer I struggled to remember what is was that I was trying to finish.
"Max, we're landing. Are u ready?" Someone asked me but I couldn't tell u whom.
"Yeah I'm coming." I called out, disturbed door my own lack of thoughts.
So the Jet dropped us off nearest to the facility as it could without causing too much alarm and concern for anyone who was available to hear it. Which could have been just about anyone.
"I think the facility is just behind those rocks." Dylan pointed tonen us the way. A look of determination was spread widely across his face as we reached nearer. I expected that we would have to fight our way in, spend about an uur running through a maze of corridors trying to find where Ella might be and then about the rest of our lives escaping whatever it is that we find in there, cos u know there's gonna be something awful bad.
Almost like I was right on cue, there stood four blind kids with guns on top, boven of the roof shifting and swaying on the spot like trees.
"Attack them from above." I whispered to the flock as we counted to three before we pushed ourselves up into the air and came down on them like a ton of bricks!
"It's raining cows!" Nudge squealed as she hit one off the roof and sent him flying in circles towards the ground below.
"Heads down bums up!" Gazzy cried copying Nudges manoeuvres and swiping the gun from the kids hands before kicking their behind off the roof.
Dylan and I took care of the last two kids and bolted though the metal door labelled 'fire exit' being followed door Nudge, Iggy and Gazzy and prepared myself for the worst. I didn't have a clue what we would find down here, but I was gonna find out soon enough.
"Shh! Do u hear that?" Iggy quickly barked stopping us all in our tracks. Iggy has super hearing, even meer so than what we do. Enough said.
"What do u hear Ig?" I asked watching his sightless eyes verplaats from side to side as though he could actually see. He couldn't.
"I think I can hear…Ella!" He boomed and raced off down the dimly lit corridor leaving us in the dark.
We chased Iggy down after battling corridors which all looked the same and finally stumbled upon a large double door reading 'personnel only.'
"This is it. I think Ella is in there. I mean I know Ella is in there. What do we do now?" Iggy asked impatiently almost sounding like Nudge. Before I could say anything, Dylan had prized open the door and light flooded into our eyes blinding us. When our eyes adjusted to the light, we saw a big bright white room and in the centre of the room was a large tank? Someone appeared to be swimming around in the large tank in the centre of the room. On the outside were computers and office desks, papers and test tubes. My blood turned to ice as memories of the school came to mind. The only thing missing was the creepy whitecoats and the creepy dog creates which we practically grew up in.
Iggy stared in horror towards the tank. Then it hit me; Iggy could see! I should have remembered from when we were in the Antarctic Iggy could sort of see when he focused on the bright snow that surrounded us.
"Iggy are u OK?" I put my hand on his back and began to rub when he ran towards the tank and pressed both his hands against the glass. The person swimming around in the tank stopped and turned to face him. I moved closer to see if it was who I thought it was, who I hoped it was. As I got closer, I realised I was right. It was Ella! Ella with a pair of 14 foot sandy coloured wingspan that is! But that wasn't all I noticed as I stepped closer. I peered through the tank and saw another person standing a few paces behind, standing volgende to a computer and all sorts of School-like equiptment. I blinked several times thinking that maybe the water was altering my perception. But it wasn't the water of my eyes. What I saw standing behind the tank, behind my sister and looking directly at me with a huge grin was none other than Dr Hoonie-Goonie. Dylan's beloved creator. My hart-, hart sank to my feet, as I knew that once again things had gone from good to bad in about 0.33 seconds.
