Author's Note: A little oneshot I whipped up. P.S. I'm not very good at writing..happy...yeah.

Disclaimer: Don't own Maximum Ride (Why must I keep reminding myself of that horrible truth every time?)


As she lay there on one of the roofs of her E-shaped house, the moon and the stars illuminating the blackness of the roof around her, all she could think of was how hard she'd have to wash her hair because of all the dirt that had gotten into it.

It was a foggy November night, and the air smelled of crisp pine trees and the distinguishable smell of feathers. Even though she was wearing jeans, black combat boots, a thermal shirt and a leather jacket, Maximum Ride felt the cold seeping into her skin. Instead of making her shiver and want to go inside, it made her think of the irony - how she felt numb on the inside and the outside.

She didn't remember flying up there. She didn't remember when she stopped crying; when she decided to leave the horrid house. All she knew was that one minute when she died. She just knew that a horrible pain had spread through her, like venom spreading through her after a snake bite. She knew she couldn't stop crying because she remembered the warm memories. And there she was: sitting on the roof of the house she died in.

"Max?" she recognized the voice - it was the same voice she heard every day. It always made her heart flutter. It was sweet and gentle.

She looked up, and there he was, gorgeous as ever. Fang was staring down at her in concern and confusion, his brow slightly furrowed.

When she didn't answer she just stared at him, he took a brief but cautionary look around and landed, putting his wings away. He sat next to her until they were both lying next to each other, staring into the inky sky. Silence filled the air, but Fang was too perplexed to break it - it wasn't everyday you saw your best friend lying on the roof while you were flying around.

And as they lay there, gazing up at the hazy stars, she finally said, tonelessly, "I feel nothing."

He turned to look at her, but she was still facing the sky. "The only thing I can think of is why this had to happen to me. Me. Why not you?" She turned to face him, a ghost smile on her face. "And I don't even wanna kiss you right now, and I always want to kiss you." She laughed a bit. "I feel nothing."

Fang was getting worried. And badly. "Max," he sat up, and looked at her. "Maxi, are you okay?" He could only watch her in silence as she slowly sat up.

"God," she muttered. "I really want to kiss you. But I won't."

And then the pain cascaded down on her like a shower of sparks. She crumbled into his chest. Tears started streaming down her cheeks, hot and foreboding. Sobs racked down her body, and a heart wrenching wail escaped her. Fang sat there for a while, still shocked about what happened.

"Hey, hey." He held her, stroking her back. "What happened?" Max sniffled, before lifting her head from his chest.

"It's a funny story," she muttered. "I don't think you wanna hear it."

"Hit me, sista." Fang joked.

"I killed someone, you see." Max began. Fang's mouthed dropped open. "I killed the girl…" The suspicion was destroying him. "Who used to be me."


Author's Note: Done! I hope y'all enjoyed. Review! Bye!