A/N: This is just an image I had stuck in my head, and since I can't draw to save my life, I put it into words. Tell me what you think/if I should continue this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
Apocalypse
The sunset sky was smeared with dark, dried blood; crimson sky, incandescent fire and brimstone. Thick plumes of ash, smoke and dust rose, thickening the overwhelmingly hot air, and shadows of the night seeped into the apocalyptic world. Bitter, acrid fumes explode, and the roar of death, like tumultuous waves crashed. On the very edge of the cliff, stood a figure, strong, defiant, dark. His midnight wings stretched out threateningly, tapering in dusky ends. His obsidian eyes burned, his shoulders set back in fury, his fists clenched, quivering beside his body. The world was burning. Feel the piercing heat, and the rough edges of the world crumbling. Red fire, black ash. Smouldering embers.
And the silhouette of an Angel of Death.