This is my first Maximum Ride fic, so feedback is appreciated.
It came to me when I was reading MR 1 during the church scene, and that's when it's set. Basically it's Fang praying, because he wasn't doing it out loud.
Yeah.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride.
Dear God,
I've never really prayed before-I'm not sure if you even exist. But well, we really need your help. We're here, in this city, stuck with all these people. Any one of them could want to kill us. There's a guy in the pew thingy behind us eyeing Nudge and Angel right now. No, he's in a wheelchair. Good.
Dear God,
Max is trying so hard to keep us all together, I can see it in her eyes, but she needs more help and support. I'm not sure if I can give it to her. We used to be so in sync with each other, but now…she's not talking to me. And with all the weird headaches she's been getting, it's kind of freaking me out.
Dear God,
We haven't got a lot to be thankful for, just each other. And our freedom, not being tortured, or killed by Erasers. Nothing more than that really. Thanks for the flying gift-even if you didn't give it to us directly. Thank you for letting us escape the Erasers for this long. Heck, thanks for keeping us alive this long.
Dear God,
We're all so tired. We really need a place to rest. Anywhere, an empty apartment, a bandstand or a playground. Angel and Gazzy are about to keel over and Nudge is about half way there. I can tell Iggy and Max are exhausted too. It just doesn't seem fair.
Dear God,
Sometimes I wonder who our parents are. Who they are, why did they let Them do this to us? Do they know what we've been through?
Do they think about me? Do they even know I'm alive? I can't help but wish I could be normal, not have wings. Then I feel so guilty about wishing I could live without the Flock.
Dear God,
Thank you for them. Thank you for Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, Angel and Max. Especially Max. They are my family and I love them. They're everything. I can't live without them.
Thank you for letting us survive this long, and please let us survive longer. We all want to grow up, see the world.
Dear God,
There are so many things we all want to do.
There are the obvious things, destroy the School, find our real families, have a home again.
Then there are the little things that I want. I want to learn guitar (I don't know why), play catch with Gazzy and Iggy in a park, tell Max how I feel. In other words, tell Max I love her. Little stuff like that.
Dear God,
I've gotta wrap this up.
Please give us your strength, your wisdom and your guidance.
Uh, thanks.
Amen.
Ok, yeah.
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Lotsa Love,
Nicola.