A dark Maximum Ride story, that wasn't even planned for. It sort of just morphed from something else. The plot is mine, as far as I'm aware. This will not be continued. Anyway, read on. Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don't believe Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping Evanescence, Hello
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
There was no noise.
The air was still. The birds in the trees were not chirping. They were watching, but nothing dared disturb the silence.
I was in a clearing, kneeling in front of six graves. The headstones were perfectly chiselled from some dark grey stone that I didn't care to know the name of.
The graves were all that mattered.
The grass in the clearing was flourishing, with patches of flowers scattered throughout, and the trees were green and healthy.
This clearing was living proof that I was wrong. I was wrong on so many counts.
I felt that this clearing shouldn't continue to thrive, to be unaffected by these important deaths. The world shouldn't remain oblivious.
Life should cease, and acknowledge them, because they were my life.
There were only six graves, but it was enough to change my world forever.
They shouldn't have died. I should have stopped it.
It was my fault.
Tears escaped my eyes, making tracks through the dirt on my face.
I didn't make a sound.
A strong arm wrapped around my shoulders, carefully avoiding my wings, which were opened weakly behind me.
I leaned into his strong embrace, and continued to sob silently onto his shoulder. This scene was wrong. I shouldn't be crying, I needed to be strong. And they shouldn't be dead.
We sat there unmoving, for hours, remembering.
The air became colder, and the weather changed, the sprinkles of rain slowly turning the dirt underneath us into mud.
The rain broke the silence.
It had been exactly three years since they died. Since they were killed by Jeb.
I hadn't been thinking straight. He had called it a test. I failed when I killed him. But I don't regret it.
He took my family away from me.
All except one.
As the rain stopped and the clouds cleared, I looked up at the thousands of stars. I imagined them looking down on me.
I was sure they would be ashamed. I wasn't supposed to break apart. I was supposed to be strong. But I couldn't be strong without my rock.
Fang was gone, and he wasn't coming back.
This day, every year, was the only time I allowed myself to mourn for my lost flock. The anniversary of their death.
Things wouldn't get better. Neither could the get worse, because nothing was worse than this.
My companion and I stood to leave the clearing. The day was over. Mourning would wait for the next year. But it never got any easier.
I took one last look at the graves before leaving behind the tall form of Iggy. My only remaining family.
The memories of the day would forever rest inside my head. Along with the names of the deceased.
Angel, Gasman, Nudge, Total, Akila, Fang.
My name is Max, and it should be part of that list.
I should be dead.
Fin.