Hey guys, its Midj. This is my first fanfic. Yes, Dylan is included and maybe a little Fax and Mylan, but mainly Iggy and...I can't tell you yet. But I will tell you that the story is entierly mapped out and in my head. This is kinda short, mostly because its the introduction. The real action begins later. Review and I'll give you a metaphorical cookie. :)
It was late at night and the flock fighting for their lives…again. The M-geeks had set the front lawn on fire and it was spreading to Dr. Martinez's house. Max was getting everyone out of the house, which meant picking up Ella and Dr. M. But Dr. M had to go grab the baby photos for some reason.
At this point, the fire had fully engulfed the front part of the house and Dr. M had run back with the baby photos. Max looked around to see if everyone was okay, and everyone was. For the moment. When the flock, Ella, and Dr. M took off, Iggy's wing had been burned and he was no longer able to fly. The flock was already to far up to notice. The smoke was just pouring into his lungs. It became hard to stand. Iggy collapsed and a ring of fire surrounded him. I don't want to die. Send someone to save me, God. Don't let me die, I'm not finished living. Please! Iggy thought loudly. Darkness was closing around his mind. He was suffocating. And he gave up. "Goodbye," he whispered. The last thing he saw before he passed out was a person. He didn't know whom. They put a breathing mask on his face and comforting, clean oxygen flowed into his lungs. But Iggy was already unconscious. He was carried into a laboratory-owned ambulance.
"Will he be okay?" a paramedic asked.
"He'll be alright," answered Jeb. He was sitting in the ambulance and examining Iggy's injured wing, "We're still going to question him."
Iggy awoke in a hospital bed with a breathing mask on and needles jabbing into his skin. His shirt was not on him, and his bare chest was being poked with more needles. The feathers on his burned wing were gone, and the skin looked charred. Where am I? Where are my friends? Someone walked in. "How do you feel?" the person asked. It was a woman.
Iggy opened his mouth but all that came out was coughing.
The woman gave a worried look and scribbled something on a clipboard. "I'm going to take that as a 'not so good'. My name is Caroline, and I'll be in charge of you for the next couple of days."
GET ME OUTTA HERE, screamed Iggy in his head. He didn't want this whitecoat to take care of him. He wanted Max to take care of him. Max. Just the thought of her made him feel upset.
Ever since she had chosen Fang and not Iggy, the world came down on him. He had always known she would choose him, but now it was Fang. Not Iggy. He didn't know why she didn't love him like she did Fang, but he always suspected his eyes had something to do with it. Ella loved him, but she was too young. He was 15 and she was 12. He didn't understand why she had to be younger. Iggy didn't understand love. For all he knew, it was a twisted, sickening feeling. All love had ever done was screw up his life. So Iggy had tried to just stop feeling love, stop thinking about Max and to not feel all happy near her. But that was nearly impossible.
He snapped out of his daydream to see the woman leave the room. Great, now he was totally alone. Iggy wanted to know if there was a radio in the room. Music is soothing.
The door opened once again, but the footsteps were too loud to be Caroline's. "Hello, Iggy," said Jeb. It was definitely Jeb. "I have to ask you a couple questions, if that's okay."
It isn't okay. Jeb shoved a notepad into Iggy's arms. "Write down the answers on this," said Jeb. "First question. Has Max mated with Dylan yet?" asked Jeb. Iggy winced and wrote a big fat "NO" on his paper.
"Second question. Is she still in love with Fang?" Iggy wrote "YES" on his notepad. He didn't want the answer he wrote to be true.
"Third question. Has Max been warming up to Dylan?" Iggy wrote "YES" on his paper.
"Fourth question. Would a new female flock member be good for the flock? Would it be good for you?" Iggy wrote "I don't know" on his paper.
Jeb got up and walked out the door.
A new flock member? A girl flock member? How on Earth would that be good for the flock? Something in the back of Iggy's mind knew a new member might be good for him.