I do not own Maximum Ride! (If I did, would I really be posting here?)
This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction, so go easy on me! I would appreciate any comments (both positive and negative) but please keep it appropriate and make it constructive criticism!
In this story the Erasers are still around because I like them way better than any of those dumb robots. Not sure which book this would take place in. (It doesn't really matter since I won't be following any story line of the books…)
Alright, here we go… (Ha ha, that was a really stupid opening… Okay starting….. NOW!)
Being able to kick back and relax should be a delightful change for someone who has been on the run for a while. In this nice little abandoned house we found out in the middle of this massive ocean of trees it should be easy to find peace.
Except if you are a fourteen year old paranoid winged mutant who feels the need to do a constant surroundings check every five seconds. It can get pretty tense for someone like me.
Had the flock totally forgotten the years of captivity, torture, and the fact that crazy wolf-men seemed to chase us everywhere we went? Yes, apparently they had. Watching them running around having a dandy-old time was great and everything but couldn't they tell that I was completely freaking out?!
Suck it in Max. Do it for the flock. They are having a good time, don't ruin it. I repeated that in my head for the zillionth time. The kids were having fun being able to just chillax.
Whoa. Did I seriously just say chillax?! Yup, I'm losing it.
I took a deep breath and sat at the steps of the quaint little house and watched my family. The Gasman and Iggy were huddled over… something… and were talking in hushed voices. Pick your battles, Max. I told myself and I averted my eyes. Angel and Nudge were playing checkers and Total was sitting in Angels lap barking orders (Ha ha, get it? He's a dog and I said he was… Oh, never mind.) about where Angel should move her piece next. I could see everyone except one individual. Where was…?
"Hey," Fang sat down next to me and my heart stuttered. It did that quite a lot with Fang. Maybe I had a disease or something. Yeah, that was it…
"Hey," I answered. "So, what do you think?"
He knew immediately what I was talking about and replied in his quite, yet strong voice, "I like it here. It feels… safe. Well, as safe as we ever are. You can stop your worrying, Max." He turned his dark eyes on me and I forgot to breath. "Everything will be fine."
I turned away from his hypnotic gaze and lied, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Fang snorted which made me look up at him in surprise. "Max, you've been a panic attack waiting to happen ever since we got here. Just chill. Everything will be fine."
Then something I would have never guessed happened. I would have been less surprised if the sky started raining gumballs or if a purple man in a tutu showed up and started singing "Tomorrow" from Annie.
Fang took my hand and held it.
Weren't expecting that, huh? Neither was I.
But get this. I liked it. It felt good. His large, warm hand held my smaller hand in his securely. We both looked down at our interlocked hands in total shock, Fang's face looking more shocked than mine. There was another emotion there too… Bliss, maybe?
Whatever it was, neither of us made any move to separate our hands, for which I was thankful.
Of course this absolutely perfect moment had to be ruined somehow.
Of course.
A shriek from Angel made me and Fang look up and see Erasers everywhere.
And we were way outnumbered.
Dun, dun, dun! Oh noes, what's going to happen?! Tell me what you think, and I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I'll try to make them longer in the future.