A/N: Hey Guys, this isn▓t my first ff but it is my first Maximum Ride ff. In this fic: Max has been away one year from the flock because she was shot and thought she was dead┘. You▓ll have to read it to find out more!!
Chapter 1
The headaches, well brain attacks had been getting worse lately. I suppose not being with the flock made the pain so much more unbearable, I didn▓t have to be strong for them now they weren▓t there. It▓s been a year since they left me for dead under a pile of dirt. I▓ve done a lot in the past year seen the sights of the school for six months, make that a lo-ong six months. I was tested on continuously until I could feel pain to more. Finally I cracked, my soul felt like it had been ripped in two, I burst through my restraints, I now have huge scars covering my wrists and ankles. They tried to get me back, they shot me with lethal bullets; wahey let▓s go cut her up, they probably thought, many bullets grazed my shoulders and some a little deeper. There are nice deep gashes on the top of both my shoulders. I was also shot through my right wing and that hurt like hell, I couldn▓t fly for weeks. I▓ve been living in the New York subways for the rest of my exciting year. I▓ve even discovered a new power: Laser Vision. If an emotion fills me up, I can shoot red lasers that can burn holes with my eyes!
I▓ve missed the flock especially Fang. I never realised how deeply I felt for him until it dawned on he was gone and I might not see him again. It was like losing a wing and trust me, being shot through it is hard enough. Down here in the subways I can feel the tracks shaking. I know another one would along soon. I pulled my knees up to my chin and huddled in my blanket, trying to ignore the pain. The blanket was old, ripped and thin but it reminded me of the flock somehow, safe and warm. Amy, the teenage runaway I had befriended, sat next to me.
▒Alright, Max?▓ she asked. I nodded, I wasn▓t really up to talking just then.
▒You seem lower than usual, is it the headaches again?▓ she whispered.
▒I▓m fine!▓ I replied stubbornly, I turned my back to her. She huffed but she knew me well enough not to be offended by my hostility. Suddenly my head felt like it had been shot through. I gasped and clutched my forehead.
▒Max?▓ Amy looked over my shoulder
▒Go away! I need some air!▓ I whispered, choking back the tears that threatened to spill. I started packing my rucksack. I didn▓t lie I hadn▓t seen the light of day for a week and it was a bit stuffy and gassy down here. Gassy, that reminded me of the Gasman, a lone tear rolled silently down my cheek. Grief and loss were not about to be added to this equation.
I didn▓t have much to pack up, just my blanket, some food, my card, water, a book, a torch, a first aid kit and a watch. I swung the packed bag over my shoulder, hissing as it brushed my gashes the bullets made, they still felt sore as I hadn▓t had anyone to take care of me and look after them.
▒I▓ll be back later,▓ I muttered, walking off towards the 24-hour station on the subway, I hated being pressed against the grimy wall but I needed to get out of here. I climbed up the stairs, I hadn▓t been in an elevator in ages. I ran outside and breathed in the fresh air. I breathed in too much and started coughing. I went under the cover of some trees to get out my wings because at three o▓ clock in the morning there were still sober people about! I snapped out my wings in the cover of Central Park and kicked off, pulling down hard. I was rising fast. Next thing I was soaring over New York city. It felt great.
I landed on the top of the Empire State Building and held onto the pole at the top. It reminded me of Nudge and our first trip to New York. Tears welled in my eyes once again. I took off again, upwards and flew around aimlessly. All of a sudden my head burned as though it had been struck by lightning. I dropped about a thousand feet before I steadied myself. I flew back up again, teeth clenched trying to block the pain. The pain was verging on unbearable. I was rubbing my temples like mad, they hurt like hell itself was blowing up inside my head! It struck again harder then before. I stopped hovering and fell back wings pulled back in. I struggled to pull my wings out again, as the pain was engulfing me. Once I was steadied I flew back up to the top of the Empire State Building, one more. I stood at the edge looking down at the miniature New York. It was so small. A flying figure crossed beneath me, it was too big to be a normal pigeon, was it? It couldn▓t be, surely the flock weren▓t here in New York City. I shook my head and tried to swallow but my throat had dried up from thinking about my flock, well it was probably Fang▓s flock now. I sobbed.
BOOM!!
I screamed, the pain shot through my head, filling my entire body up with pain. I lurched forward and was teetering on the edge, another firework exploded in my brain and I was falling head first towards the busy streets below. I pulled myself in as tight as possible, eyes closed, darkness consuming me. I knew I was going to die. I waited for the dreaded impact, but this time welcoming death with open arms. But it never came.
I fell into familiar muscular arms. I placed my arms around their neck. I could hear other familiar voices calling my name. My head was still exploding but I could just about feel the wind rushing past my face. I was still flying. Then I was engulfed in darkness.
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Beth
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