Hello, readers of Earth. Hmmm...that sounded better in my head. Anyways, hello and good day. So, I was re-reading Saving the World and other Extreme Sports again, for like, the billionth time (hey I was bored!) the other day, and I was suddenly inspired whilst (no I'm not British, I just think that that word is much more sophisticated than "while") reading about the part where Max had been all loopy from the Valium. So, read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. JP does, unfortunately.
What the hell?
Fang couldn't understand what was going on. There was some weird kind of moisture welling up in his eyes, hot and threatening to spill over. Then he realizes that they're tears.
Well. That's peculiar. Fang hadn't cried since the days where he had lived at the School, being experimented on and tested on. He wasn't used to this feeling.
When had the tears started forming? Had it been when he had gazed at the large house, his home, for the last time? Or when he had written the note, the note that explained everything he was doing, why he was doing it, and when he would see her again.
And suddenly, the tears spilled over, running down his face hard and fast, and he landed in a forest not too far away from the house. He leaned against the broad trunk of a tree, his dark, shaggy hair probably getting covered with twigs and leaves. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the tears prevented anything from coming into sight, and for some reason, her face kept swimming in his vision.
Her face at the wedding just an hour or two ago, smiling and laughing as she watched Angel and Gazzy try to dance, the twinkle in her eyes as she talked with him, her long, chestnut brown hair sparkling in the sun. How beautiful she looked, cleaner and happier than he had ever seen Max in her whole life. Too bad he'd never see her again. At least, not for a long time anyway.
Who knew why those stupid scientists couldn't just leave them alone. They couldn't just create some new hybrids that didn't have minds and did whatever they told them to, and leave the flock alone. Oh, but they had created a new hybrid. Dylan, the incarnation of pure perfection, Dylan. Anger welled up inside him, and, furiously, he punched a tree as hard as he could, and it swayed from the force. Stupid Dylan. Fang knew that none of the chaos that was happening in their lives was his fault, and yet he just couldn't bring himself to be amiable in any way towards him. He was programmed, like a robot, to love Max. Even if Max acted like a total bitch towards him—which Fang knew she would never do—he would still love her. Because, according to Angel, he was designed to be her perfect other half. Designed, like some kind of doll. He was a fake, and had no emotions of his own. But still, Fang was jealous of him.
Jealous because he could be with Max, jealous because no scientists would be knocking on their door anymore asking her to save the world anymore, now that Fang was gone and Dylan was there. Because mad scientists had created Dylan, just for this purpose. They had gotten what they wanted.
It was like a game of chess. Yeah, that was a good analogy for it. Dr. Gunther-Hagen and his cronies were the queen, and the Earth was the king, the thing that all the other pieces had to desperately guard, because if it reached any harm at all, the game would be lost. Dylan was the rook, and everybody else was a pawn. Including Fang. Including Max.
There was no way to win this game though, no matter how good you were at chess (and Fang was pretty good. He could beat Iggy, at least, and it was pretty weird how good Iggy was at chess considering he was blind). It would always be a draw, always had been a draw. The flock had never won this game, and never could. In chess you had to make sacrifices, and no matter how large they may be, nothing matters as long as you win the game.
But still, this sacrifice had been too much. Max was a part of him, and being without her was like missing a wing. She was his life, and without her he felt like he could barely survive. But he had to, for the sake of the precious Earth, for the greater good, and it didn't matter if his heart ached so much that he felt like he could barely stand, because it was for the greater good. Fang felt so much like Dumbledore right now that it was insane, but that was the truth. Every hardship the flock had to face, every sacrifice they had to make didn't make any difference, as long as the end result was that the Earth would be safe.
He would survive without Max just like she was surviving without him. Then again, she had the whole flock there to comfort her, as well as Dylan, but if Fang knew her as well as he thought he did, their comfort wouldn't help her at all. Max and him had so much common, and like how nobody could cheer Fang up except for Max, nobody could do the same for her.
She was way too stubborn, but it was one of the things he loved so much about her. As well as her chocolate brown eyes, her long brown hair, the feel of her lips on his when they kissed. She was everything he could ever want. He loved her so much his heart started to thump faster just thinking about her.
And suddenly, he remembered back before the fall of Itex, before Max had gotten her chip taken out. He remembered what she had said to him when she had been high on Valium:
"I love you. I love you sooo much."
Fang rathered enjoyed her delirious mumbling, though, at the time, he had been quite flabbergasted at hearing her say something like that to him, even if she was high. He thought back to when he had teased her about it.
"Pick a tree. I'll go carve our initials in it."
It seemed like a, no two, lifetimes ago. Giving a bitter smile, Fang pulled his pocketknife out of his backpack and got to work.
Wow. That was a lot of run-on sentences. Review for the sake of Fang's hotness!
