A/N
So this is my first Maximum Ride FanFic! I've discovered that MR fics are way easier to write than HungerGames fics. I did attempt to write a HG one, but at one point I got stuck and I didn't update it for about half a year, and then I just decided to get rid of it. For this story, ANGEL never happened. It may be a tad confusing from the start but all is explained in Gazzy's chapter. Really hope you enjoy :) R&R
Disclaimer: This disclaimer goes for the whole story because wow, these things get annoying. I do not own Maximum Ride or any of the characters.
Max
The wind whips through my hair and the feathers of my outstretched wings as I soar through the sky. I look down at the ant-sized cars and people. I love it up here. I love the freedom, the speed, the open sky, the feeling of the cool air on my skin. I can't help but feel though, that there's something missing.
I land softly in a cluster of trees, my muscles slightly sore from the flight, and look around. I think I might know what that missing thing is...
Fang
"Oh my God, Fang!" Oh no. "Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fa-"
"What?" I scream at the obnoxiously loud Nudge.
"Guess what?" she squeals, jumping up and down. "I got tickets to see... You have to guess."
"Uh, I have no idea, just tell me."
"Justin Beiber!" she screams so loud, that I have to clap my hands over my ears so they don't explode.
"That's nice. Have fun" I reply, blandly.
"No silly. We will both have fun" Nudge says with a huge smile on her face.
"Wait, we?"
"Uhuh. Oh Fang, it's going to be amazing. He is so super hot, don't you think? Did you know that Justin Beiber uses Proactiv? I saw so on an ad. Now I want to use Proactiv. Can we get some? I want skin just like Jus-
"Nudge, you're doing it again." Ever since Nudge could speak, she had been subject to a motor mouth.
"Oh right. So what do you think?"
"I don't think he's hot at all, we may be able to get some of that skin stuff, and don't you want to take one of your school friends?"
"I am, I'm taking Mikki, but Mikki wants you to come because she thinks you're hot. She's totally obsessed with you, Fang. You two should so hook up at the show."
"Nudge, I'm 18 and she's probably 15."
"14" Nudge corrected.
"Exactly."
"OK, you don't have to hook up with her, but can you pretty, pretty please come to the show?"
"But..." I start to say, but Nudge was pulling her 'Bambi Eyes face', as Max calls it. Well, called, I should say. I had to give in. The Bambi Eyes doesn't affect me as much as it did to Max, but she still looks sweet, adorable and innocent. Either way, I'm playing a losing game.
I sigh. "Fine, I'll go, but your Mikki friend better not be a creepy child."
Nudge's face burst into a huge smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Fang" she squeals, and runs off.
Gazzy
"Gazzy" says the sweet child-like voice, of 4 year old Angel in his ear. "Wakey, wakey" she says, jabbing him with her finger.
I open my sleep full eyes to see the adorable face of my little sister, framed by a halo of golden curls. She grabs hold of my hand and starts dragging me out of bed. "Come" she yells with a struggle.
Drowsily, I get out of bed and let her drag me past the half awake Flock, eating in the kitchen, and into the backyard of our E-house.
She stretches out her snow white wings, and faces me. I watch her curiously, to notice something odd about her. She looks, somewhat, older. Perhaps it's been the first time I've really took notice.
Then I notice that she's gradually looking older by the minute, as if she's aging rapidly. "Angel, what's happening to you?" I ask, by the time she looks about seven. Angel just smiles one of those mysterious smiles that she always seems to display.
She keeps on growing up to a point where she can pass for nine years old, when a big dog experiment, I recognise to be an Eraser appears out of, literally, nowhere.
I scream as the Eraser knocks Angel to the ground and starts punching her tiny body. I want to run forward and pry the Eraser off of her, but I can't. My feet are glued to the ground. I pull and pull, with all my might on my feet but nothing will release them.
Angel is bruised and bloody now and tears are rolling down her cheeks. I must do something. The Eraser is starting to strangle her feeble neck and she yells and thrashes about trying get free from the monstrous grip. I have no other choice but to yell for help.
"Help! Someone! Max! Iggy! Fang! Nudge! Help! Please!" I called desperately, but no one replies or comes rushing outside to see what all the commotion is.
I start to cry as Angel's yells die out and her breathes become shorter. Yet, the Eraser keeps on strangling until finally, he is satisfied.
The beast drops the limp, battered up body and disappears. I feel my feet release and run to Angel to check her pulse, something that Max had taught me how to do. There is none. I put my ear against her chest just to make sure, but there is no heartbeat either.
Angel is dead.
Sobs escape through my mouth, and slowly those sobs turn in to tears and screams as I lean over my dead sister.
That heartless, mindless monster had just killed Angel, my sweet, little sister. I pound the ground in anguish and run to the door.
I run into the kitchen where the Flock were still eating casually as if they didn't hear a thing. All of them look so many years older than they were a few seconds ago, but I tell myself to worry about that later.
I grab Fang's hand. "Fang, you have to come quick. Something's happened to Angel." But before I could tug Fang into the direction, he disappeared out of site.
Caught off guard, I turn to Max. "Max, where did Fang just go?" Max too disappeared, just as sudden as Fang.
Now I was really confused. "Guys, if this is some kind of joke you're playing on me, we need to be serious. Something horrible has happened to Angel." Nudge is the next to go.
It is only Iggy and I in the house now. "Iggy, you won't leave me will you? Angel is dead. She's dead! And you guys are all playing some joke on me, but none of you realise what has happened and..." I can't say anything else because my tears are chocking up my speech.
Iggy walks up to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Gazzy, no one's playing a joke on you. Angel died a year and a half ago and you need to wake up." He said calmly and softly.
"What? No, Angel was alive. Angel was killed just a few seconds ago by an Eraser. Didn't you hear me yelling?"
"Gazzy" he says softly again.
"Yeah?"
"Wake up!" Iggy yells, and with a gasp I bolt upright in bed in a cold sweat. Taking deep breathes, I remind myself that I'm OK, that I'm no longer in that horrible scenario with the death of Angel and the disappearing Flock members, and that Angel, in fact did die a year and a half ago.
Iggy sits on the side of the bed and rubs my back. "Were you having 'The Dream'?" I nod my head. This much hated dream has been constant ever since Angel died and Max abandoned us. It kind of resembles the whole situation
It started when Fang had to leave three years ago because he thought he was putting the Flock in danger. Two and a half years later, when I was alone with Angel one time, Angel was attacked and killed by an Eraser, while another held me back so I could do nothing about it. Max couldn't handle it anymore and left, saying that she'd be back, but never returned. And then one day, not long after, Nudge declared that she was going to set off to find either Max or Fang.
That leaves Iggy and me to fend for ourselves. We're doing perfectly fine too, apart from the memories and dreams that were left behind haunting us.
I don't blame the Flock. Fang was being protective, Max was breaking down, and Nudge needed the ones she looked up to back. Iggy, however, seems to hold more of a grudge.
It's been three years now, since the situation started. I'm twelve, Iggy is 18, Nudge should be 15, Fang 18, and Max, also 18.
"Hey Igg?" I say determined to change the topic.
"Yeah?"
"What happened with you and that Suzanne girl you were telling me about last night?"
Iggy smirks. "She's asleep in my bed right now." At this I raise my eyebrows. "So, if you don't mind me, my mistress awaits.
And with that, Iggy leaves me alone with my thoughts.
Iggy
Gazzy's dreams are really starting to worry me. He's been having them over and over again, each time waking up with his face twisted in fear.
I walk back into my room and sit on my bed. Suzanne softly grabs my arm to show that she's awake. I smile. "Good morning, beautiful" I whisper to her.
"Morning" she whispers back. Then she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I kiss her soft lips back. It was sweet. Not too much, not too little, just sweet.
Disrupting us, a beep sounds off in the room. Suzanne checks her phone and sighs. "I have to go. Call me?"
"Certainly" I reply. We exchanged numbers last night.
I hear the sound of rustling of sheets as she got up and a quiet thump as she gently closes the door of my room.
I let myself flop down on the mattress. I know things are moving fast, but I really like this girl. She's perfect for me and I want her to be mine. I close my eyes thinking how great the next time I see her will be.