I do not own Maximum Ride (I wish) BTW: This is before Fang
Max POV
"Duck and cover!" Gazzy yelled
All I could think was, Crap. We all hit the deck in less than a second. When Gazzy says duck and cover, he means DUCK AND COVER. BOOM! A thick wall of smoke blasted into our faces. My eyes burned and smoke seared my lungs. Swearing colorfully, I stumbled out the back door. The clean air was a gift from God, or whoever looks out for Avian-American kids. I swear that some of my feathers were singed. Gazzy was SO dead. And probably Iggy too.
"I didn't do it!" Iggy yelled. And I thought Angel was the mind reader.
"You did too! You helped!" Gazzy wheezed. Smoke inhalation: It sucks. Trust me, this isn't my first bomb, and sadly, probably not my last.
"Report!"
"Fine," said Fang, as calm and collected as always.
"My hair! They singed it! Other than that, good," responded Nudge.
"Still blind!" That was Iggy.
"I feel a little smoked but I'll be fine," said Angel
"Er... Sorry?" I'll take that as another "fine".
Ok, now down to business.
"Gazzy, Iggy! You will clean up this mess, than go to your rooms! NO BOMBS FOR A WEEK! Am I CLEAR?!"
"Yes Ma'am!" replied Iggy, while giving me a sarcastic salute.
Gazzy POV
"I TOLD you that it was the blue wire, not the red one!" Iggy said for the HUNDREDTH time.
It takes all the self control that I don't have, to not scream at him. I mean, GIVE me a BREAK! It's not MY fault that he's blind and can only give me directions to make a bomb! Iggy is my best friend but sometimes, he's just a pain in the butt. Max going all freak out mode does NOT help my mood. Sure, we might need a new couch. And possibly a new T.V. but I am not the only one to blame here!
Try thinking about how Iggy feels, instead of blaming him for all your problems not-so-secretly.
SURE Angel, because I LOVE having mushy conversations with people, especially Iggy. GIRLS. Where do they come up with this stuff? Sometimes it sucks to have a sister who can read your mind.
I can hear you.
Fine. Whatever.
"What's the matter, Ig? You seem out of it," I asked. I honestly didn't think he would give me a serious answer.
"I-I don't know. I guess I'm just frustrated. I'm tired of being the blind one."
So, wow. I had no idea. He always jokes about it, so I didn't know he was feeling so...so...defeated.
You see? Angel asked.
I think I do. And that's when the hamster in my head got on his wheel and you could see my wheels turning as I got and either brilliant, or completely stupid idea. But I knew that I had to try.
Iggy POV
OH, CRAP. What was I thinking? It sorta burst out of me. I can't believe I told Gazzy. I am DOOMED! A)He will NEVER let me live it down B)He will tell the ENTIRE flock C)He will tell ELLA! I am DEAD. This is Iggy, speaking to you from the underworld. Zombies? Nah. Iggy: the new walking dead. The first person I will eat is Gazzy. If I go down, he's going with me. HA! IGGY APOCALYPSE!
Angel POV
Yup. Now the plan is in motion. Poor Iggy, sorry, but I had to do something. But seriously? Iggy Apocalypse?