Author's Note: The beginning of a new FanFiction! Everyone say yay! Anyway, if you didn't read the summary... well, you're just stupid. SO if you wanna know what the story is about either go back and read the summary, OR-- I'm just throwing out ideas here-- read the freakin' fanfiction. It's RIGHT below this. So READ. Oh, and REVIEW. They make freaks like me unbelievably happy. ^-^
Disclaimer:
Me: I dun wana. -poutng like a two-year-old with arms crossed over chest-
Nico di Angelo (if you don't know who he is, go read Percy Jackson): SAY it.
Me: No.
Nico: Why not?!
Me: Because...
Nico: BECAUSE...
Me: I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES! Where you from, you sexy thing?
Nico: O_O
Me: I'm listening to that song... hehe...
Nico: I'm just gonna say it. MagnusMinion does not own any of the characters. Those are James Patterson's.
Me: -sobs- -throws hands up in the air- I THOUGHT I COULD WORK MIRACLES!
Nico: Nope. That's Leanardo da Vinci.
Me: -___- He makes me feel stupid.
Nico: No, that's just natural.
Me: DIE. -goes on rampage-
Nico: -runs away screaming-
Two Hours Later...
Me: You have better stuff to do. Like read this FanFiction. Stop reading this and read what's BELOW. NOW. GOOOOO!
Nico: There now a possiblilty of another rampage... -shrinks- O_O
Fang POV
This might be Max's door, I thought.
I might knock on Max's door, I thought.
Max might open this door, I thought.
Max might—
Fang! Knock on the dang door!
A deep breath, in, out, in, out.
Knock on the door.
Alright, so the School captured me when Max turned fifteen. And I mean rightwhen she turned fifteen. We were out for a fly on her birthday and Flyboys showed up.
And I shouldn't say they captured me, they captured all seven of us (Total included).
When the chance came to escape, a distraction was needed so I told them to leave without me. It took all of ten seconds to convince Max to leave, for the flock's safety. Se promised to come back and I insisted she didn't—and all of this was being discussed while in pursuit.
Max kept within her promise; a week later they were back at the school trying to get me out. When the situation proved worthless, and they couldn't get me out, I told Max to leave a second time.
Of course she refused, so I pulled the ultimate. I shouted at her, saying that I hated them all and I'd be happier without them, once and for all. I even tried the whole, 'Yes-I've-been-working-for-the-school-this-whole-time-there's-no-way-you-can-trust-me' act.
We both knew that I'd been acting but Max left anyway, kissing me for the last time, but whispering that she loved me for the first. They were tears in her eyes as they left and flew away, even though she knew I was faking it.
They posted their general location on the blog, but they didn't want to be specific; that was too dangerous now that the School was back and functioning.
After awhile, they lost hope and stopped posting at all.
The only way I know this is because when I escaped (no thanks to Jeb, might I add) I went to an internet café first thing and checked.
Last Updated 2011
Well, then.
When I finally looked at a news paper, I discovered I was seventeen. That's a lot of time to go by unnoticed.
I had changed a lot, physically; tests at the School were still as challenging, and they were now ten times worse because I had grown and wasn't as sensitive.
In the end I was six seven and—not to sound full of myself here—I put on some distinguishable bulk. My hair had grown after the Whitecoats got annoyed and cut it all off so I could see when I went through a maze. But it was back down to my shoulders, and there was noticeable stubble on my chin.
By the time I landed Max's location, we were both twenty-seven. That's too much time,
I raised my hand and knocked two times.
There, I waited.
