I know this sort of thing has been done a million times, but I wanted to give it a whirl. Anyways, I want to thank all who commented on my first story! You all encouraged me and helped me so much!! Thank you all! Please Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or its characters, that's James Patterson.
Post MR4, Pre MR 5…
Chapter One: Sneak Attack
Max POV
Sitting first watch really isn't that bad. Everyone is winding down, so you don't have to be really extra quiet…at first anyways.
My watch goes from ten to three. In which time I have more than enough to think about, and with regular, mostly unwanted, visits from my lovely Voice in my head, I tend to get some arguing in as well.
"What now, Max? Are you just going to fly around until something comes to mind?"
See? What'd I tell ya?
"You know what? That actually sounds like a great idea!"
"This isn't funny, Maximum. You were created and live for—,"
"I know, I know, saving the freaking world. Well, here's a newsflash: I don't know how!!"
"Do what seems right."
"Would you make up your freaking mind!? First you criticize me for not having a plan, then 'Do what seems right'!!"
I heard someone stir in their sleep and look over to see Fang staring at me.
"Crap, I was screaming again, wasn't I?"
He nodded, then sat up and stretched. "Do you want me to take over? You've had a lot of stress on you lately."
"Not anymore than you, and no, I'm fine, you still have another hour and a half of sleep, get to it."
Fang shrugged and laid back down on his side. None of the rest of the flock seemed disturbed, thankfully. Gazzy and Angel were sleeping next to each other, with Total on Angel's stomach. Nudge and Iggy were asleep on the other side of the small fire, and Fang was of course next to me.
Sitting and staring motionless into the dark woody night is actually a lot more amusing than most give it credit for. Of course with my higher-than-normal hearing and my raptor vision, I could see and hear a lot more of the nightlife, but it was still fun nonetheless.
Three o'clock rolls around and I nudge Fang to get him up for his watch.
"'Night." I mumble as I walk past him and lay down.
"'Night, hey, try not to scream too much tonight, 'kay?" he says with a smart aleck Fang smirk.
I flip him the bird and lay down.
As I slept, I dreamt about the School, terrible, horrible memories came flooding back. Then, I was jerked awake.
"We got her." I could make out of the growls.
Erasers. And lots of them.
I kicked my captor in his shin, but it did no good; he pulled out a blade and held it to my throat, his foul scent reeked the general area as he applied a piece of duct tape to my mouth and tightened the airplane cables on my body. I was struggling though, and it just made it all the much worse for me.
I looked over to where Fang was sitting watch, he seemed to be fast asleep, until I realized that his hands were tied behind his back and a trickle of blood slid down from his lip. As I was being carried away I saw the rest of my flock were tied up as well.
We were about fifteen feet from the camp when I cracked my head against the Eraser's neck, causing him to howl in pain.
And my plan worked.
Fang jumped up and snapped out of his ropes in no time at all. Gazzy jumped up, then thought better of it and stayed behind with Angel. Nudge untied Iggy and he reached into his pocket for a weapon of choice.
"MAX!" Fang screamed as he ran toward me at full speed.
But an Eraser was faster. Ten of them in fact. I heard the sickening crunch of Nudge's nose breaking as it made contact with an Eraser's boot. Five more of them went back to take on Gazzy and Angel. Iggy was hit immediately, not only were we in a different terrain, they'd all just woken up.
But Fang kicked two in the throat, and made enough yardage to get up behind me close enough that he grabbed a hold of the Eraser's arm.
I was slung like a rag doll onto his shoulder as he pulled his machete around his side.
A half a second later I heard Fang howl in pain as the long knife flew across his hands and arms where he was holding on to the wretched beast.
Blood flew everywhere and colored the shirt of the Eraser and my pant legs.
But Fang still held on. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he was able to throw a wide-swing punch directly into the Eraser's ear, definitely echoing everything around him.
Then Fang's eyes started to get dazed. His blood-loss was maximum. I kicked and squirmed as much as possible, trying to get out of this beast's arms and help my flock.
The other ten Erasers came trotting up behind us after they'd taken care of the flock. My captor looked down at a now crumpled over Fang, and then barked orders for the rest of his troops to head back; they were done here.
The airplane cables they had me tied up with were not giving way, and the duct tape was tight around my head, touching my hair and probably going to hurt like hell when I get it ripped out, but I managed to scream, just enough from my throat to make Fang look up.
He wasn't dead.
I saw his lips mouth my name, and then I saw the pool of blood that he was kneeling in, like a dark lake. Then, a black bag went over my face and the world was darker than the night, leaving me with two questions: where was I going and how did they sneak up on us like that?
A/N: Yay! Chapter One!! Okay, well, please review and tell me what you thought! It's really late where I am and I have to get up early, so this is all for now. I'll try to update soon, but school is starting in two days, so I'll be busy… thank you! I hope you enjoyed it!!