Title: Melanie
Disclaimer: "Maximum Ride" is and will never be mine.
This story picks up right where "Angel" left off. Kind of, you'll get a surprise when it goes into the future of the "Maximum Ride" series. I also needed a break from Teen Titans.
Fang had-once again-left me in the wake of tragedy. Angel was gone, and nothing would ever be the same. He was a bigger butthead than Dylan, and in my book that was hard to beat. I watched him walk off into the distance, I picked my way through the rubble and walked over to Gazzy, Nudge trailing behind me. It had been five hours since the explosion rocked Paris, and we still hadn't found her body. Fang told me she hadn't escaped, but I refused to think that, since we hadn't found her body.
I was still watching Fang's fading silhouette, wishing he were here with us. Not leaving us, which is what he seemed best at in the past year. First he split because of Ari, then because of Dylan telling him his presence was putting us in danger. Of course we got him back both times, but then again here comes Dylan, making the love of my life lead. Am I sounding bitter? Of course I am, if you were me, you would too. I saw him shoot up into the sky with "Maya", I closed my eyes and wished myself somewhere else.
~`*fifteen years later*`~
I woke up to another day, with perfect weather, and chirping birds. No one was trying to kill me, nobody was tracking me. That I knew of anyway. And yet, the nightmares still pursued me. My whole flock in cages, being pushed into an isolation tank, my clone trying to kill me. Fang, leaving us, leaving me. Nothing I did lessened them, but time. In the first year after the supposed apocalypse was going to happen, where Dylan and I had to produce heirs. That is a disgusting thought. Yes, we'd have perfect children, and possibly live a long life with eachother after the "apocalypse" but nothing compared to what I wanted and had with Fang.
I got out of bed and started my shower, it was steaming within seconds. I shucked my clothes and got in, I washed my hair, used some soap to scrub off any leftover dirt from the day before, and got out. I continued my morning routine, and went down to the kitchen when I was finished. I stopped, she was already in her chair, with Angel and Nudge talking to her.
"What time is it?" I asked. Nudge looked up, and instantly a dazzling smile lit up her face.
"Max! You're up! Oh, you asked what time it was, um it's like 10:40 or something. We let you sleep late because you did so much yesterday." She told me, then went on about how she and Melanie had made cinnamon rolls together just for the flock.
I nodded at her, and my daughter turned around, her bottomless eyes dancing happily at me.
"Yeah, Mom! Nudge is the best cook ever!" She said to me. Well, compared to me yes. Yeah, fifteen years later and I still can't cook. Figures. Oh, you're still stuck on daughter aren't you? Yes, I had a kid. No, she's not Dylan's. Did I not say bottomless? Now whose eyes are bottomless? For those of you new to the books, go back and read the first one, I'm getting really tired of explaining everything to you. For those of you returning readers, here's the story.
~*flashback: Fifteen Years Earlier*~
"Max," I heard a voice in the entry way of Mom's house. The voice sounded familiar but nonetheless I picked up the bat in the corner of the kitchen. I flattened myself against the wall next to the doorway of the kitchen, I raised the bat, and waited for the mystery guy to come into the kitchen. He stepped in, I swung the bat as hard as I could into his gut, he doubled over, and I realized I had just hit the supposed love of my life, Fang. Or Fnick, whatever you want to call him.
"What" He gasped in air, and held his stomach, "Is wrong with you?" He sounded really angry, so angry there isn't a word for it.
"Defending myself bird boy!" I yelled, putting a brave front over my nervous interior. "What are you doing here? Why are you even saying my name?" I growled.
I held the bat by my shoulder, and tightened and loosened my grip on it. He finally stood up, still clutching his side, and glared at me, long and hard. I swallowed ready for a fight. But instead of throwing a punch at me, like he would in the old days, he took a deep breath and yanked the bat from my grip. He threw it to the side and yanked me into the living room. I struggled to get out of his grip, but nothing I threw at him worked, he just kept pulling me to the couch. Finally I kicked him in the crook of his knee, and he went down like a ton of bricks. I took advantage of this and ran for it, but he was too quick for me and hooked his foot around my ankle, sending me sprawling into the carpet. I hit the ground so hard I saw stars.
"You're out of practice aren't you?" He said snickering. He stood above me. "Right, Max." He moved my hair out of my face. "Max?" he shook me, he turned my body over. "Max?" He shook me once more. I decided to take this as an advantage, and jumped at him, pushing him to the carpet.
"You seem a little out of practice, too, Fnick." I added sarcastically. He stared, and disappeared into the carpet. I knew he was still there since I could feel his shoulders under me. Then he smiled.
"I guess so, Maxine." He said playing on how much I hated being called that. He flipped me over, and once again I could see him. He held me down, and looked into my face, with a look he had given me so many times before. I relaxed my body and let myself get sucked into his eyes.
"So, are you going to listen to me?" I sighed, and nodded, defeated. "okay, I have a lot to tell you, it's going to take a while." He explained everything to me, and I listened quietly. Nodding at the right parts, and just listening. Something I rarely do. "Okay," he said about an hour later. "You've heard me out, what do you think about this?"
"I'm not sure, but I just know we have to take this new company down." I told him, completely not ready for what happened next. He made a move, and kissed me. He moved us into my room. I woke up the next morning and he was gone. Yep, I slept with Fang.
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