Disclaimer – I do not own Maximum Ride, or LMFAO, or Michael Jackson, or the song Beautiful Monster, or Russia, etc etc.
So, umm hi! This is my first story ever so I have no fricking idea of how does this work, but hey, I try! This story has mayor OOCness. Sorry, but I need it to have the plot make sense! And this may sound weird, but I already have a writer's block. Oh and Fang is here with me.
Fang: -chuckle-
Me: What's your problem?
Fang: -smirk-
Me: Ugh. I just hate it when you don't talk. AT ALL.
Fang: Get used to it.
Me: -.- Could you just at least tell the readers why are you here?
Fang: -sigh- I have been kidnapped by this horror sitting beside me.
Me: FANG! "Horror"? -glare- And I told you before to use the false story, not the real one. GRRR...
Fang: -smirk- Then next time don't ask me to say something.
Me: Whatever, your Emo Majesty.
Fang: I'm. Not. Emo. –Death Glare-
Me: HA! It has no effect on me! HA! HA! HA HAHA HAHA!
Fang: O.o ...
Me: You have to admit it. I creep you out.
Fang: I never said you didn't.
Me: -evil grin- If I freak you out now, just wait a couple of weeks more...
Fang: -pokerface- Oh crap.
Toto: You said it man. Crap.
Fang: Toto, what are you doing here?
Toto: Oh, am I interrupting something...? –smirk-
Fang: NO! EW!
Me: -le gasp- Am I that gros?...
Fang: Uhh, well...
Me: -cries-
Fang: Um, I—I didn't mean... Well, uh... –tries to confort- -fails epicly-
Me: -cries harder-
Toto: -sigh- Look how it's done, Fang. Em? Forget what Fang said, he is HERE with US.
Me: -stops crying-
Toto: See, Fang?
Fang: -eyeroll-
Me: And Fang, I think you are really hot. Seriously. Totally. Sexy. Mmm... –starts drooling-
Toto: NO! Don't feed his already-too-big ego!
Fang: -wink- I'm sexy and I know it...
Toto: -facepaw-
Chapter 1: The sun goes down on me.
Max POV
Have you seen a sunset while you were sitting on the roof of your super cool house in Colorado? No? Well, I don't know you, but there's just something relaxing about it.
Let me give you a summary of what has happened since I feel that you may be lost here:
I found ITEX headquarters in Russia and kicked their sorry asses to death. Literaly. There is no one left. So now that I saved the world, Fang came back, and we forgot the little problems we had, and became a couple. We found my mom, Ella, and my baby Angel, and everything is back to normal. But we didn't find Jeb.
A year has passed and no Erasers, Flyboys, or M-Geeks had appeared, so we just had a "normal" life. You already know why I placed the quotes around "normal". Now, these are our ages: Me, Fang, and Iggy are 16, Nudge is 13, Gazzy is 10 and Angel is 8.
Although, there is something that has me up all night. After we destroyed ITEX, the police and all the world knew about it. The newspapers said that the firemen had found nothing left. There were some labs, offices, conference rooms, and even kitchens. But there was no one inside, and the cages in the labs were all empty. So, I kind of feel like I haven't saved the world completely... There are some rumors that say something about ITEX having a secret plan that wasn't the one I destroyed.
Total said he would stay in my mom's house with Ella and Akila, so the Flock plus Dylan is staying at the Colorado house.
And now I was sitting in the roof, meditating, watching the sunset. God, it was beautiful. Just a small tip of the sun was visible between the mountains. Oh, never mind, it's already gone. The sky is painted with an orange/light maroon around the summits of the range, followed by a purpleish salmon with white, small, puffy clouds all over it, and then a blue, oceanic turquoise that looked pretty much like Dylan's eyes.
Wait. What? Why am I thinking about Dylan? I thought. I hate Dylan. I love Fang. Fang. Hmmm...
And just when I was about to have another episode of Fantasies with Fang, I heard an almost imperceptible whoosh behind me. But I already knew who it was. I pretended I didn't hear him, but I already had a smirk on my face. When I could feel that he was just behind me, I turned around to look at Fa–Dylan? WAIT WAIT WAIT. Hold on a sec. What is Dylan doing here? And why is he almost as silent as Fang? And why isn't Fang here? And what am I doing here if Dylan just came? Why am I not with Fang?
You were with him just a while ago, before Iggy interrupted and asked help on the kitchen. Said my own voice in my head, not The Voice. Fang went but you obviously didn't want to help, fearing the house would explode if you did. Duh. Think a bit, would you?
I rolled my eyes at that thought and threw myself to the canyon. But of course, Dylan followed me.
I went in warp drive to lose him. I looked back–he's not there anymore! Yay! I slowed down and landed on a nearby tree to continue my Fantasy... Wait, did I really just say that? Scratch it out. ... You know what? I don't care. Fang has been my boyfriend since I saved the world and I'm not ashamed of it. I love him! I. Love. Fang. Happy?
I folded my wings and looked for a place to sleep or something. I layed down between two branches, just as the hairs on my neck stood up. I froze–until I heard a "Wake up, sleeping beauty." It was Dylan. UGH! Can't he just leave me alone? "Go. Back. To. Sleep." I said in a deep, slow voice. I hoped Dylan had seen that episode. If not, then my joke was ruined.
I was just sick of him sneaking around, scaring me, or making me think he's someone else. I unfurled my wings fast enough to make him stumble back and for me to go into warp drive back to the house without him noticing. But, again, of course, he noticed.
I landed in front of the house, and as I was grabbing the doorknob, I felt a strong hand —Dylan— grab my arm as he turned me to face him. How did he get here so fast? Was my first thought. But then I realized I was in front of Dylan, waaay too close to his face. "Why don't you love me?" he said, his voice almost sounding like he was heartbroken. Almost.
"Paint a forest and get lost!" I snapped at him. "Get! Off! From! Me!" I screamed, really loud, trying to pull my arm away in unison with every word. But it was too late. Holycrapholycrapholycrap... was all I could think about as he slipped his hands around my waist and kissed me hard. ohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod ew ew ew ew EW EW EWWW! I could literally feel his tongue going down my throat. I wanted to barf. Seriously. Right then, into his mouth. That would have been a nice payback. Then he slipped his hands down my waist and, well... He squeezed my butt. He was a pig. A really sick, sexist pig. It was just gross.
He finally let go off my hand, and I slapped his cheek as hard as I could —although my arms almost couldn't move—. I know, that slap was too girly, but I was in shock, and Dylan didn't seem hurt. He looked... hungry. Not to say something else and scare the little kids... I did my best to push him away, but he was holding me tight. Like a Death Grip. Like a Bear Hug. Like that time when I tried to choke Iggy to death when he started to say things about me and Fang that DIDN'T HAPPEN to the younger ones. But this was worse. Because when I looked up to the front door, I saw Fang, watching us, pain and betrayal reflected in his face... and he had a knife in his hand...
Wow. My first chapter and I already give you guys a cliffhanger! This chapter is for all you Dylan-haters out there! I'm one! You know I'm baaad, I'm baaad, You know it, yeah!
Fang: WHAT JUST HAPPENED BETWEEN MAX AND DYLAN?
Me: MUAHAHAHAHA! You get to know what you do in the next chapter...
Fang: That sounded really stupid... and redundant...
Toto: Yeah... You should probably don't say anything like that again...
Me: Maybe, but III dooon't miiind, in faact III liike iiiit...
Fang: -whispers to Toto- Does she always sing phrases?
Toto: Yeah, it's annoying... I really think it's a syndrome. 'Cuase it's catchy! Watch out! Her friends are all the same... -shudder shudder-
Fang: Thanks for the tip.
Me: -still singing- wohoow! She's a mooonsteeer! Beautiful mooonsteeer!..
R&R!