/A.N/ Hope you enjoy this! It might be a oneshot, a twoshot, or it might be long, depending on what people want. I want to make it long, however, if people like it enough, I might make it longer.
"HEY! GIVE IT BACK!"
I ran down the hall after Gazzy, who cackled manically. "Tell me what it is, Max!"
"That's my...girl stuff, moron! GIVE IT BACK NOW!" Dammit...
He ran outside onto the deck, slamming the screen door in my face. It was faulty, which meant that if you slammed it hard enough, it took about five minutes to open again. He sat against the second floor balcony and looked on as I attempted to kill the door.
As I'm struggling with the screen door, let me tell you about myself. I'm Max. Maximum Ride. Also known as experiment 56299, and amongst others, "Brat," "You damn kid", "Don't hurt me", and "Da Boss."
Yep, I had a great childhood. Just wonderful.
Just as I got the screen door open, Gazzy yelped and jumped off of the deck, snapping his wings out at the last moment to avoid collision, however, he failed. I heard a screech as he fell into the thorn bushes.
Oh, that right, the wings.
If you're new to this, you might be wondering what's going on. Really? Then why are you reading this? Go and Google it. Or something.
Back to the story.
I, being the genius that I am, spread my wings slowly before jumping, seeing as Gasman wasn't exactly going anywhere. Closing my eyes, I glided nobly down from the balcony-
"Uh, Max? Don't you think that's a bit stupid? I mean, Shouldn't you have your eyes open when you fly?" Iggy's voice floated up to me, along with much rustling. I opened my eyes, only to see that I had overshot and was about to hit my head on a branch. Too late to turn, I thunked my forehead on the nice tree that just happened to be in my way. Cursing under my breath, I pulled in my wings and dropped down the remainder of the way, only to see Iggy rustling around the bushes, seemingly looking for Gazzy.
"Thanks. You really helped. Aren't you supposed to be blind, anyway?"
Another, louder, crackle as Iggy thrust his hands in, probably getting several cuts, although there wasn't even a wince in his voice as he spoke to me. We all had high pain tolerance. "The sun was reflecting off of your non-tan. Your skin was completely white."
"Ah." I rubbed my head and groaned. High pain tolerance, but when it comes to non-battle bruises...
One last yowl from Gazzy, then Iggy pulled him out. Gazzy looked over at a Max, an extremely pissed one, now that this chase had given me a bruise...
"Crap, Iggy, run!" He took off, flapping his thorn-infested wings, making him go at least twice as fast. Iggy looked at my apparently sun-lit face, and took off running as well.
"YOU GET BACK HERE! OR I'LL RALLY THE TROOPS!"
Laughs in the distance as Gazzy told Iggy about what he had stolen.
I stood for a moment, then went into the house. "NUDGE! I NEED YOUR HELP!" To explain Angel's absence: play date.
"Yeah? Ooh, you look ticked. Did Iggy put one of your bras in Fang's bed again? That was mean. Your mom was sooo mad at first! Or was it Gazzy? Because-"
Yep, that's my Nudge for ya. Chatter-box.
"It was Gazzy, and he stole my...Girl stuff. And now Iggy's in on it too. Can you get Ella?"
"Sure! She's upstairs. Yeah, we were just talking about..." What they were talking about was lost as she raced up the stairs. I waited for a moment, then Ella and Nudge came racing down.
Ella grinned. "Nudge told me. You going to get revenge? How?"
"They both got hurt by the bushes, that's revenge enough. Pretty much. For now, I just want to get my stuff before the other male member in this house sees it..."
Ella and Nudge nodded solemnly. "Battle plan?"
My head throbbed. "Nudge, I need you to fly up and see where they are. Once that's done, signal me and Ella. Got it?"
"Yep! Ooh, this is going to be great, hey, you should get revenge on them later, this isn't quite enough. What about-"
"Nudge. Go. I don't have time to come up with a complicated revenge plan, 'kay?"
She nodded and shot up into the air. After a moment, she pointed to the east, or wait, was that the...? Ah, screw it. She pointed to the left of were we were and made a circling motion with her finger.
"What does that mean?"
I smiled. "Circle around from the back of the house. You and Nudge'll tackle Iggy, while I'll get Gasman." I motioned, and Nudge came dropping down like a stone. I told her, and we started to race towards the boys.
Gazzy and Iggy were standing, not hidden very well, behind a tree. I spotted the purple box.
Time to get dirty.
We rushed in, no war cries or warning. Nudge and Ella ran straight for Iggy, who was tackled to the ground by Ella, while Nudge held his hands up so that he couldn't escape.
I, on the other hand, didn't have such an easy victory. Gazzy whooped in joy as he ran away, jumping over various...objects? I didn't even know what was scattered around the yard. I did have a longer stride than him, but his wings were smaller, so he could actually spread them a bit and flap them. I was running so close to the house that, if I had even tried to spread them, a window would have been broken or something.
Gazzy ran around the corner of the house. "Fang, catch!"
Shiz.
I stopped in my tracks and listened. "What are you doing?" I peeked. Fang had Gazzy by the wrist with one hand, and with the other, he was holding my dreaded purple package. And looking at it.
"Fang, I'm telling you! Run! She's going to get you!"
"I think not." He looked up, straight at me. "Max, here." Were his ears red? He avoided my gaze. "Take it." He walked forward, dragging Gazzy behind him, and half tossed, half shoved the box into my hands. I took it and ran past Fang and Gazzy, who had his "I'm dead" look on his face. I slammed the screen door, and ran up into my room.
I slammed that door too, and slid down against it. "Ohmyfreaking GOD" was all I could say.
Damn feminine hygiene.
