Ok, so I'm starting this Fanfic mainly because I don't think Fang and Max really should be apart, so I want to get the back together Read and Review!
I sat in a tree overlooking the Grand Canyon. The view was amazing, but it didn't do anything to cheer me up. If you've been following the Adventures of Max and her Wacky Bird Kids, you might know that I don't like emotions. Any emotions. At all. The amount of times I've cried in my life could probably be counted on one hand. But this was too much, even for me.
A week ago, Fang had left me. Just left, without even a proper goodbye. He had left me a note, pouring out his heart, telling me that he loved me, and that leaving was for the best, like a note would make up for breaking my heart. That no good, freaking careless, unthoughtful... Too much? Sorry. I was going to kill him if I ever saw him again. Anyway, the note also said something else. It had said that if in twenty years we were both still alive, that I should go to the cliff where we had lived with the hawks and he would be waiting for me there.
For days I had been considering going, just to see, just to make sure. It sure hadn't been twenty years yet but maybe, just maybe, Fang would be there, waiting for me. Yeah, right. Still, when you're a pathetic broken hearted bird kid, it's not like it matters what the odds are. You've gotta try, right? Sitting there, in the tree, I made up my mind. I dropped backwards and free fell for three seconds before I snapped out my wings and soared upwards with a few powerful strokes. For those of you who dream of flying, I can confirm that it is AMAZING. The feeling of freedom, and power, it's addicting. I poured on the speed, and sped above the clouds, the wind whipping through my hair and making my eyes sting. For the first time in days, I felt almost complete again. Almost.
I flew over the land, mountains, lakes, and whole states zipping past below me. The sun was setting, casting lavender and roses hues on the delicate silver clouds. Delicate silver clouds? I worry myself. I was even more worried that I was going on a wild goose chase after Fang when he clearly didn't want me to find him. Why was I going? Was I really that desperate? Yes, yes I guess was. I couldn't live without Fang. He was my best friend, my right wing man, my first love.
If you love something, let it go. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours in the first place said a voice in my head, The Voice in my head.
Oh, great! I thought angrily. Can you think angrily? Now you're back. You got any more fortune cookie pronouncements more me? The Voice was silent, as usual, but its comment stung me. Was Fang really mine? If so, why hadn't he come back?
Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past my legs, and, instinctively, I dodged. I folded my wings inward and dropped downward, hopefully throwing off the aim of any hunter/mutant creature/killing machine that had it in for me. I scanned the area with my raptor vision for the would-be killer.
Nothing. I scanned again. And this time, I saw a dark figure standing on the edge of a cliff, holding a gun. I dived at it with my feet out forward, just like I had done to so many Erasers/Flyboys/M-Geeks. My feet connected a split second later, and I heard a muffled sound of surprise and pain as the figure flew backwards into a cave, and landed with a thump. I jumped on top of it and reached down to snap its neck when I recognized something familiar about it. Those dark eyes, the dark hair, that face. Oh my god! I couldn't believe it. It was... "Fang?"
So, how was it? It was kind of short. But it's just the first chapter. I plan on continuing the story if I have time. Read and Review!