So here's a new story I attempting to write! Yay! So please please please review. Flames welcome!
Disclaimer~ I DO NOT own MAximum Ride. I am not JP. Seriously? If you I was you my good friend are an idoit.
Max POV
I scrambled out of bed quickly. I had just heard something that sounded like a rock or a bomb crash through the window. I looked around quickly Nudge and Angel were still asleep. I didn't know about Gazzy or Iggy because they were in the next room over. After pondering for a split second I decided it'd be safest to wake Angel and Nudge up, so they'd be able to leave if anything went wrong.
Angel woke up a second after I thought this. It's creepy how she does that. Well, I guess that's mind-reading seven year olds for you. I then attempted to wake Nudge. Unfortunately, as always though she was taking forever to become awake enough to do anything much less run (or technically fly for her life).
"WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHAAAATTTTT?" groaned Nudge very, very loud.
"SSSSSHHHHHH," Angel and I responded at the same time.
"Guys if," – I started but, they cut me off.
"Yeah, yeah, we know the drill," they replied softly. Although, they looked surprised which probably had something to do with the fact that'd I'd barely moved since… he… left. Anyways, now was not the time for that.
I silently slipped out into the long, narrow halls of the new house we had. I tip-toed down the stairs into the living room where I think the noise came from. I stopped short hearing footsteps for behind me. I spun around ready to kick some serious butt, but it was only Iggy.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to him angrily. Shouldn't he been with Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel.
"I heard a noise," he whispered shrugged. I did a total face-palm. Wow, Iggy just wow, I thought, what was he thinking? Blind guy vs. Intruder who will win?
It's not that Iggy wasn't a good fighter, he was but he's still blind. As much as he plays it down with he extraordinary other senses it's just it's harder for him to tell where stuff is until he's used to it. If whatever was in here stuck up behind him… it'd be… well let's just say super-majorly-awful-bad.
"Stay here," I snarled like in was a death threat.
"No, you've barely done anything from the last week. Not exactly fighting condition," he whispered.
"Too bad," I started halfway down the stairs. I knew he was following me, but it didn't matter. If anything did happen he'd have to turn around to get the younger kid. Although, nothing would happen of course, it sounded like just one person who I could easily take down. Actually it was probably just that idiot-jerkish-singing-flippy-hair-jackwagon . Dylan trying to get back after I kicked him out, for the third flippin' time.
I crept into the living room where I thought the noise came from. I heard what sounded like a faint moan. I kicked open the door. Why didn't I just open it? Because kicking down doors is dramatic and super fun!
But, instead of some creepist (creeper/rapist) there was a just a dark haired girl maybe fourteen years old, this was not the odd thing she was laying on the ground bleeding and out cold. But, this is not what I was staring at….. she had…. Wings.
Soooooooooooooooooo PlEaSe ReViEw! :)