Me: Hey all! This is my first ever fic, so please go easy on me. If I stuff up, please tell me (nicely) and I will try my best to fix it quickly.
Fang: Yeah, so no nasty emails/reviews or I will come tell you off. In my own... special. way.
Me: Yes, as you can see, I've kidnapped Fang to help me. More of our fun times can be found on my profile.
Fang: Don't forget the disclaimer.
Me: Ahh, yes. Thank you Fang. So I don't own Maximum Ride, other wise Dylan would have been killed within his first chapters. I don't own anything you may recognise, but I do own my story line and plot.
Fang: So, enjoy Kate's first ever fic!
Chapter 1
Max POV
When I first saw his wings, my breath caught in my throat. They were so much like the wings that had once caressed me, Fang's wing, they were so familiar. But it was the subtle differences I noticed that made me remember who they really belonged to. Like how Fang's wings had quite a number of scars from our countless encounters with our even more countless enemies, but his wings were almost entirely free of any imperfections. And Fang's wings moved like ice, smooth & swift but still cold. His wings were almost like a ballet dancer, light & delicate, still easy to move with & still strong.
I tried to shake it out of myself. I tried to remind myself that Fang wasn't coming back anytime soon. That Fang was the one who left me. That he had then stepped in to help mend my broken heart. He succeeded, I was no longer cooped up in my room crying, eating chocolate & nothing else or taking long, hot showers, whilst screaming like a banshee. I was almost going to go for a bullet flight, & get away from everyone for a little while. I would have found an empty house on the beach front and stayed there a couple of days. Or maybe something in the mountains, like a small lodge. But I didn't.
I saw him exhale as his wings unfurled. I saw him check that no one had seen him from below. I saw him check that everyone was there, Angel, Gazzy, Nudge & Iggy. I saw his face light up when he heard me call his name. And I saw his face drop when he saw me dropping like a stone.
My own wings had locked up, as had the rest of my body. I couldn't get a response from my muscles. The best time for a whole body strike is when you are falling from a thousand feet above a forest, where you were supposed to be hiding from the rest of the world.
The last thing I remember was his warmth catching me just before it was too late.
Me: How was it? Good? Bad? Terrific? Terrible? What did you think?
Fang: Just please don't be too harsh, -whispers- she doesn't react too well to critisism.
Me: Well, I can't wait to here what you all think! Care to do the honours, Fang?
Fang: Fine...
R&R!