Exile
A Maximum Ride Novel
Summary: Despite Fang's note, Max sets out to find him. Leaving the safety and comfort of her family and friends, she sets out to find her soul mate. What she doesn't know is there is a new assassin tracking her footsteps, waiting for the right chance to kill her.
The Flock is fragmented, broken into three pieces, and a new threat takes advantage of the once amazing family's separation to launch a new plan to destroy the world.
Max/Fang, Max/Dylan,
I suck at summaries. I'll update every few days.
Part One: A Fragmented World
1
I remember reading about the Modernism Literature in history once. Back in Virginia. Scholars said it was a time when America was divided, fragmented. There were different classes, and everyone only cared about themselves. Big Wigs like Hemmingway wrote about how even people were fragmented. If I knew where Hemmingway lived, I'd fly to his house and sue him for everything he owns, because he obviously got his inspiration from me.
My world is fragmented.
My flock is fragmented.
My heart is fragmented.
I guess I should explain what I'm rambling on about. My world is fragmented because my flock is fragmented. That was easy enough. My flock was fragmented because Angel and I still had major, unsolved issues. She pulled a gun on me. After taking over the flock, which was preceded by the flock vote-banning me. Things were just a tad tense these days. And last but not least, my heart. Or the empty cavity in my chest where the beating muscle once stood proudly. Now just an empty crevice, taken by a shadow. A thief. My ex-boyfriend, Fang.
It's hard to love, or even be happy, when the best thing that's ever happened to you takes off without even saying goodbye, leaving just a crummy note. Without even a good excuse. Saying we can hook up again in twenty years. I hate him. I love him.
So what now? What do I do from here? Do I wake up and smell the coffee? Just go and pretend nothing tense has happened, initiate Dylan into the flock? Just live my life for twenty years, and then go find Fang and kick his sorry ass?
Nope.
I lay in bed, crying, still unready to face the day.
For once I wished the voice would chime in with some annoying question that would send my mind into overdrive trying to figure out. Nope. Instead it remained quiet, not even sticking around to comfort me. I didn't blame it. My mind wasn't anything anybody wanted to be around these days. The thought of Fang's dead body, his eyes staring up at me, and Angel, my baby, pulling a gun on me were enough to make me sick every time I thought about them. But now Fang's note, left casually on the desk, was the factor that made me more nauseous than any of the other crummy things that fragmented my world in the past week.
But for now it was as if someone had hung a giant sign on my door. A sign that said in large, capital letters: STAY AWAY! HEARTBROKEN FIFTEEN YEAR-OLD INSIDE! ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
I felt bad for ruining Total and Akila's wedding, but not bad enough that I would buck up and pretend it didn't bug me. Not yet. I still needed a few days.
A few days and a lot of tissues.
