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DISCLAIMER: As great and James Patterson-like as I am, I do not own Maximum Ride.
"So," I said to Fang, Ella, and Iggy, flapping my wings to keep aloft over the lake. "Let's do this!"
Let me tell you how things stand: First of all, to hell with the 'Saving the World' thing. A year ago, Fang'd finally convinced me to find a secluded spot, build an actual house, and settle down. The house was huge, in the middle of an inaccessible mountain range, and it was bombproof—from the inside out. I mean, I sure love my little pyros, but after all the time we'd spent trying to save the environment, I wasn't going to take a chance.
Dylan had dropped off the face of the earth, I'd snapped out of it, and Fang came to his senses. Now his little 'Flock' was somewhere 'Saving the World' while we got to kick back, relax, and sip coconut juice out of real coconuts. Like in the movies.
Well, not really. But anyways…
Fang regained Flock member-status and best friend-status, but not quite boyfriend status. And honestly, I could do without that kind of stress in my life. Those last couple of months had been much more boy-focused than I should've ever allowed. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna marry anyone now, no matter what Dr. Frankenstein likes to think.
On a happier note, we got Angel back after that unfortunate Paris incident… And Ella, too. She was living with us, now that she was genetically modified as well. Let's just say her run-in with the psychopaths that call themselves genetic scientists was less bumpy than Ari's—her wings were beautiful, black and white like a sparrow's, and they didn't hurt her. My mom didn't want to give up her clinic, so she lived in a small flat nearby and visited us often.
Also, there's been a lot of Eggy (Ella+Iggy) going around…That term still cracks me up. Fang's blog readers came up with that one, tee-hee!
Anyways. Back to the present, a year after all of that. Except for the Eggy. That started just recently.
It was a Saturday, We have a sweet house with a mountain lake right next door, only a short fly away. And that's where the whole Flock was then. We—by 'we' I mean Fang, 'Eggy' and I—were going to have a little competition. We had teams, the universal boys vs. girls. Whichever team got the whole other team in the lake first won. Wings allowed, of course.
The stakes? Name-calling rights for the rest of the day.
It all started with some PDA…
"God, will you two stop sucking face already!" That'd be Gazzy, my ever-tactful mutant bird kid. Oh, and as if that's not enough, he was also a seriously committed pyro.
I know what you're thinking, and I'm already telling you—you're wrong. That comment was not in fact addressed to me and Fang. It was pointed at Iggy and Ella.
"Get a room!" he added.
Nudge just giggled. "Well, I think it's cute!"
"Too cute," Gazzy said, making gagging motions.
"Hey, it could be worse," I said. I had to be tolerant—not only was I the leader, I'd been in the same position a year and a half ago. And though Iggy had been my main tormentor, I was going to show everyone that I was mature and that I could be forgiving and merciful.
Angel burst out laughing, hearing my thoughts.
Okay, so maybe not.
"Like how?" Gazzy asked, his voice clearly showing that he didn't believe me.
"Well, they could go around calling each other Elly-kins and Iggy-poo," Fang, who, I swear, is getting as bad as Nudge when it comes to talking, pointed out.
Yeah. I know.
"You got it, Maxykins!" Iggy cackled manically, proceeding to dump his whole weight on me from above. I flapped hard, trying to stay up, the lake rushing towards me at alarming speeds. At the last minute, I managed to dump him off me and fly away. He didn't have a chance—he plunged into the lake water.
"One down, one to go!" Ella crowed, slapping a high-five with me. I had to laugh.
"Fangster, it's your turn!"
"Really, Max? Fangster?" Fang cocked his eyebrow. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You haven't won yet."
"I as good as won."
"Oh, yeah? And how's that?"
I gave him a smug look. "I showed up! And, okay, if you prefer, I can call you Fangalator," I conceded. He scowled good-naturedly. "Or Fangalicious." Some deranged fan had called him that in a comment… "And do you honestly thing you can take on the talented, awesome, kick-butt, show-no-mercy, et cetera, et cetera, Maximum Ride and her equally talented, awesome, kick-butt, show-no-mercy blood sister Ella Martinez single-handedly?"
"Are you kidding me? You are so full of it," he replied.
"If by 'it' you mean awesome, then yes, yes I am," I countered. "And anyways, since you're so confident, you're gonna let me and Ella consult to figure out the best way to kick your butt from here to next Thursday."
He rolled his eyes and waved us away, but he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "Not a chance."
With a couple of hard downstrokes, Ella and I were up by a couple hundred feet. Flying side by side, we tried to figure out what we should do. Fang was definitely not going to be as careless as Iggy. He was actually going to have a plan.
"So whadda we do?" Ella asked.
"I—" the words were torn from my lips when something grabbed me around the waist and I started plummeting. Almost immediately, though, I understood what was happening. Years of running, hiding, and fighting just do that to ya.
"Fang, I'm gonna murder you!" I managed to scream. I could hear him chuckling behind me. One of his arms was snaked around my middle, the other one holding onto my wings so that I couldn't escape.
I made various other threats, from locking him in a room with Nudge while she was on a sugar high to giving him the Beiber cut and dying his hair blonde in his sleep, but somehow I could tell they weren't having much of an effect on him. And then, the short ten-thousand-foot drop was over and we plunged into the icy water.
It was only because of my bird-kid genes that I didn't go splat—it is true, what they say about water being like concrete if you drop from a certain height. But by the
time I resurfaced, I knew I had him.
"Get ready for an afternoon of utter humiliation, Fangy-poo and Iggy-kins!" I crowed. See, what Fang had overseen in his simply brilliant plan was that by grabbing me that way, he had to sacrifice himself to make me actually get into the water. And, unfortunately for him, (but rather fortunately for me and Ella) neither me nor Ella was a boy. And this was a boys vs. girls game.
"Fang, man!" Iggy swam over to Fang and knocked on his forehead. "What were you thinking?"
"Probably nothing," I answered for him with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes in response.
"I'm rolling my eyes, Ig," he said.
Ah, all in a day's work. Chuckling, I said (as loudly as I could, so the kids could hear), "Igster, Fangalicious! Let's get outta here!"
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