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Hey, guys. Here's the second chapter! YAY! Any way, thanks to everyone who read and liked the prologue. And a very speciaql thanks to JealousMindsThinkAlike! Your awesome! FYI, they were the only one to comment! :(. Please review! Please please please please please plllllleeeeeeaaaase! Even if it's criticism, I don't mind.
Yeah, so here is the first chapter!
The seeking.
Chapter 1
Fang POV
And then... I woke up.
I have had that dream nearly every night since she disappeared. Why, you ask. How would I freaking know! It just happens! I am alone, then I see her, chase her, run with her, she flies away, and I just stand and watch as she gets caught! Errr, it is so frustrating!
"Yo, Fang, breakfast!" The blind pyro yelled at me from across the fire we had made late last night.
"mrrr, errrrm" I moaned. I was actually meant to say "Yeah, later." but I didn't open my mouth... Oh come on! Don't look at me like that! I was really tired last night and was finally comfortable! The ground where I lay wasn't as hard as that in the rest of the forest and the fresh grass cushioned my head perfectly! It took me ages to find such a perfect place!
"I made bacon!" Iggy coxed.
I snapped my eyes open, and sat up so fast it made my head spin. Bacon!
"Thought that might get ya up..." he said more, but I stopped listening. Instead I trained all my senses to the delicious food sizzling away in the pyro's pan. It just looked sooooo delicious! I could basically taste it already. I moved closer to the fire to take in more of the intoxicating aroma.
"Hey, man!" Ig said tapping me on my shoulder with his spatula. "Your drooling!" He laughed.
I quickly wiped my mouth, but found, in fact, I wasn't. Then I realized, he wouldn't know anyway! He's blind! Dam, Iggy!
"Says the guy who would eat bacon raw!" That shut him up. Good.
"Wow, Fang! Eight words today! What made you so happy!" I have said it before, and I will say it again, Dam, Iggy!
I was about to retort with an easy "Not you, if that's what your thinking!" But Nudge just walked into our clearing carrying more fire wood.
"What are you girls fighting about now?" She asked, tapping her foot. "Seriously. It's always on between you two. Do you guy's ever shut up. I mean, it's stupid macho comment, after stupid macho comment. Get it together lady's, jeez. I am not here to listen to you whine. And mmhhmhmh..." Her last words were muffled by Iggy's pale hand covering her mouth. Thank bacon, too.
"Shut up Nudge. For once." said Iggy, obviously annoyed. Nudge dropped the sticks she was holding, folded her arms, and put on the universal face for, "Watch out. I am pissed." If Iggy was smart he'd shut up now. But, because he's not... "Good, that's better. Now, I am going to ta... OW! You bit me!" He retracted his hand quickly, rubbing the spot where she had bitten him with his other unbitten hand, putting on a disgusted face as he did so. If I wasn't Fang right now I would be rolling around on the ground, laughing my ass off. But I am Fang so... you get where I am going with this.
"Just get back to making the food." Nudge said, shoving him away and scowling. I smirked. Jeez, when she did that, she looked just like Ma... NO. Do NOT think that name. My smirk fell. I was here laughing and joking around, when Max, my Max, my angel, was out there alone. No. It's wrong.
Nudge looked at me. "You 'right?" She asked quietly, walking over to me and sitting down to my right. I looked into her eyes, she had such big brown eyes.
Brown. Like Max's. Oh Bacon. Everything reminds me of her. Everything. "No Nudge." She sighed and lent against my shoulder.
She knew what it was like. So did Iggy. She was gone for them as well. But it doesn't effect them like it dose me. Sure, they love her, and she was like a mom or a big sister to them. But she was more than that to me. She was my best friend, the one person I would do absolutely anything for no matter what, the person who knew me best, the person who trusted me most, could just about read my mind.
The girl I loved more than anything and everything.
Max POV
Come on Max! You can do better than this! Your stronger than this!
Those thoughts circled around my brain for the sixteenth time. But, annoying and repetitive as they were, they were also true. I needed to keep going. I needed to go faster. I was stronger than this, I could go farther, I could keep going. I could!
Come on! My lugs screamed for air, I needed to stop. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. If I did, they would die, he would die. No, none of them can die. Not while I am alive.
Almost there.You can do it. Almost there! Come on. I put on one more burst of speed, my legs burned as they pumped. I reached out one pale, skinny arm and grabbed the jacket in front of me, jerking it's wearer back, and holding them down in a head lock.
One movement that's all. Make it quick. Make it easy. Make it painless. It doesn't take much. It's what needs to be done! You can do it! You can.You have.Yo uwill. I looked into his face. They couldn't be older than twenty, with dark green eyes. They struggled in my hold. They were strong. But I was stronger. Their eyes begged for release. Pleading with mine for mercy. And I wanted to give it, but I couldn't.
"I'm sorry." I basically breathed into his face. I closed my eyes not to see his reaction when I did it. I grabbed his shoulder in one hand and face in the other and turned opposite directions.
All there was was a CRACK! and it was done. He was gone. Dead. And I, Maximum Ride, had killed him.
Two hours later, I was hauled up in some barn in South Dakota.
It was cold here. I hate the cold. I remember back when I was fourteen and I was rescuing Angel... NO MAX! Bad. Don't think about them. It'll make you want to go back. You can't go back. You want to protect them, right? Well, stay away. Stay away, and they will be safe and unharmed. That was what they promised you. Do what they want and the flocks safety is guaranteed.
I took my attention from my thoughts, to my bloodied attire. I now understand why F... he always wore black. Hides blood easily, helps for blending, and makes you look like super bad ass... not that I care about looking bad ass of course... ahem, moving on!
I took one look at myself was disgusted. I hadn't bathed in how long? A week. Maybe two. And I haven't washed my clothes in even longer. My black jeans were almost worn through, and my tank top had a massive rip down the side, only covered by my black jacket. It's hard to keep track of this kind of thing when you have my job. Most of the time it's all, fight, stay alive, move, keep going, push harder, don't turn back, new target, take the risk, kill.
That's how it has been for three whole years. Three whole fucking years it's been since I stroked my baby, my Angels, soft, golden hair as I held her in my arms.
Three years, since I ruffled The Gasmans' hair and looked on proudly as my little trooper put on that brave, determined face which means, "I'm not giving up."
Three years I have endured with no fashionista fashion queen to talk my ear of as I untangle her main of hair.
Three years without a blind pyro to scold when he uses my favorite jeans to make a bomb.
Three years with no right wing man. No tall, silent, black haired, dark eyed guy, to fall back on. To talk to. To share my secretes with. To hear the steady clam breathing of as I drift into sleep. No one to trust. To love...
I never told him. I never told him that I loved him. Last time I saw him I was a stupid bird girl who couldn't come to terms with the feeling, the truth. He kissed me and I ran. Took off. TWICE. If only I could tell him now. To have him hold me and rub my back...
But no. He's not here. Not anywhere near here. Hopefully, he's somewhere safe and warm and forgotten about me, moved on for the better.
I opened my black backpack to find my little black book. I know, ominous name, right? The little black book dun dun dah... right, I forgot, I'm not funny. Moving on...
I flipped to the fifty-sixth page. I removed the red maker from the spiral and drew a cross over the page. The page read-
Name: Dominic Forest.
Age: Twenty-one
State: Nebraska
Position: Itex top military sniper
Poor kid. Only twenty-one. His face flashed into my mind.
I looked into his face. They couldn't be older than twenty, with dark green eyes. They struggled in my hold. They were strong. But I was stronger. Their eyes begged for release. Pleading with mine for mercy.
I wished I didn't. But I had. I wished the kid in my hold could've gone home to his sweet-heart and that he would have they would long happy life together. Something that I could never have.
I sighed. Then, proceeded to shut down all thought of Dominic Forest and his life. He was dead, and nothing was changing that. I had killed him, and nothing was changing that, either.
I turned to the yellowing pages of my book to page fifty-seven.
Name: Marianne Jansen
Age: One hundred and ten
Last known State: Washington
Position: Itex Director
…... I was supposed to kill the director of Itex.
Angel POV
I wished I hadn't acted so rashly. Ran from the house so fast. And now Gazzy was the one paying for my actions.
I wished the flock were here with me... and that Max was here. But they weren't, any of them.
I had tried my best to stop the blood from flowing, but no matter what I did it continued to spill from the torn skin. I pushed down harder, hoping that, miraculously, somehow he would pull through.
"I'm sorry, Gaz." I whispered.
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