A/N: So, this is my first fan fiction story. I was thinking about Maximum Ride when suddenly I thought, what if the world can never be saved? So after much deliberating I decided to write a beautifully short one shot from the Gasman's point of view, because he barely gets to say what he's thinking. And wouldn't you be wondering the same things if you'd been on the run for five years?
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
Doomed
Max looks back, checking that we're still following. I glance up at her, noticing the bags beneath her eyes. It's kind of sad, really, that after five years we're still on the run, trying to save the world. But, if our leader is anything, it's stubborn.
It's not like I have a problem with that. Hell, some of the best memories of mine are from when we're on the run. I imagine what other kid's lives are like, how perfect it must be with their families, but truthfully, I wouldn't trade the Flock in for anything. They're my family.
But lately I've been thinking. We've been trying to save the world ever since I was eight, and now I'm thirteen. Almost as old as Max, Fang, and Iggy were when we started. Anyways, we've been trying to save the world for five years, and we haven't yet. I know I'm apparently just a kid, but me and my sis Angel have had to grow up pretty fast. We missed out on our childhood. So in a way we've never been little kids.
Since there hasn't been much to do for the last year, I've had time to look over everything the Flock and I have been through. Mainly our constant 'saving the world' mission. And I noticed something really important.
What if the world wasn't meant to be saved? What if all our work is for nothing, 'cause the world is going to die no matter what anyone does? Are we destined to just keep up with our pointless efforts, slowly fading until we're nothing but a memory?
Max is so determined to do everything she can for others that she can't realize that our work is pointless. And Fang and the others haven't even given a thought to the possibility that the Earth is supposed to die. How would I know what they think? A mind reading little sister called Angel, who just happens to agree with me.
If Max would just think about what we're doing, she might realize what I have.
We can't keep traveling like this. We should settle down and try to live normally. Going to school, getting jobs. Sure, Max says she wants to do just that, but if she really wanted us to live comfortably we'd be sitting back watching TV right now, not looking for another cave to sleep in.
So, really, what's the point of this now? I don't think we'll ever succeed, no matter how long we try.
How 'bout we just enjoy ourselves while we can and accept the apocalypse with grace?
I may be just a little kid to our leader, but she was this old once. She was already in charge when she was my age. I know more than she thinks, and understand something she can't comprehend.
The world is bound to end. You may not like it, but it's inevitable. I don't want to fight anymore, but I'll follow my family.
Why? Because if we aren't together, we're nothing. If we don't stay with others like us we'll forget why we're here.
The Avian Americans are here to save a save a world that'll die anyway.
