Yay! Faxness! You have to excuse me if this sucks (like I know 'Boys on Boys' did.) I am currently beta-less. And just kinda writing this at a go on my twin brother's computer.
Disclaimer: If I owned Maximum Ride, my last name wouldn't be Winchester. Which it is . It'd be Patterson. Which it's not, so I no own.
Dedication: Dedicated to the awesome Lookingforthelight for being an amazing reviewer.
Coupling: Fax.
Warnings: Kinda strange.... okay, very strange.
For so many centuries, we considered our existence a blessing. After all, we stopped aging and lived through things that really should have killed us.
But nothing ever did.
Fang had been shot in the head, right between the eyes, and yet he still walked the earth with a beating heart, and a working brain.
Angel had been impaled on a sword, and yet she still laughed and joked and lived.
I had fallen off an eighteen story building, from the very top, unable to get my wings free from the windbreaker in time, I had collided with a busy New York street, and yet I still fly, and think. No one ever died. We simply stood up and walked away.
We moved around often, trying to stay unknown. It worked for over a hundred years. Until we made a fatal slip up.
We moved back into a town we had been in decades before, thinking no one would notice us. Someone did. A boy who knew Gazzy and Nudge from school recognized them, and instantly jumped to the conclusion that we were witches, and evil.
So we fled. We bacame famous nearly overnight, in the worst possible way. We were hunted, people tried to kill us.
And so now we wander the world, immortal and begging for nothing short of death.
But we can't die, that was our curse.
That was what ripped us all apart.