DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride. I just own the laptop used to type up this story. XD
My first fanfiction, I have some ideas for this, but I lack any writing ability. Any criticism welcome. If I get 4 or 5 reviews, Chapter 1 will be up on Saturday.
This isn't really a story. It's more of a journal. Everything I write is true, and I have no intention of this ever being published. I guess writing it down keeps me sane. That, and my new power.
In the three years since Fang left, we had been living with my mum and Ella. We'd all developed nifty new powers ; Nudge could communicate with anything that had a circuit (with what seemed like no maximum range!!) ; Iggy could identify textures as well as the colours of everything he touched (seems rubbish, but it made his food even better) ; Gazzy could learn any language, after hearing just one word, as well as developing a sonic scream (or as Iggy preferred to call it, "that terrible noise" ) , which is basically an incredibly loud scream ; and my little Angel, she was... she was developing the ability to control people's emotions - not that I would let her use it. Anyway, who said puberty sucks?
Also, Iggy and Ella had a "thing" going on, a very public "thing" , that mum was surprisingly okay with. Yea, mum was okay with it, but I wasn't. I mean, of course I was happy for them, It was obvious that they were in love, and I knew how wonderful that was. But every time I looked at them I was reminded of Fang. I got bombarded with memories and longed for him to be there.
Ella's room had baby blue walls, not that you could really see them. It was covered in newspaper cuttings about the flock, and about her mum. There was also one was from a nativity play she was in, when she was 5. She played Mary, and looked quite cute. I had seen the video mum had taken just a few weeks ago, I wish I was there, looking proudly at my baby sister. The rest of Ella's room seemed like a normal teenager's room, a computer in the corner, quite a few books dotted around and some cans of Pepsi on the windowsill. I guess that's one of the reasons I spent more time her than in my own room.
I envied my sister. She'd had near enough the perfect life, a loving mother, food on the table, luxuries, not always being chased by a bunch of evil scientists... Things like that. Yet, she seemed to want to be me. How stupid is that? I wish she d understand. I almost think she' ungrateful, but that isn't her fault. She doesn't know any different. As I thought about this on Ella's bed, Angel came rushing in like a cheetah on speed.
"What's up?" I asked, concerned that she didn t just implant a message in my head, like she usually does.
"Max Max its Fang!" She shouted.
"What about Fang?" He's...dead. She said, this time barely a whisper.
"NO!" I shrieked.
The horror I felt was way beyond anything Angel could control.
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