This is a re-write of an old one-shot, The End. Enjoy.
No-one expected me to die. Least of all me. I was the great Maximum Ride. I was invincible.
Well. Obviously I was not invincible.
It was kind of strange, actually. Everyone expected me to go down fighting. To go down kicking, and screaming, and biting, and punching. But no. I went down at the hands of a killing machine. And I didn't put up much of a fight.
I didn't even get to say good-bye. Not ten minutes before, I had been arguing with Nudge about my crimes against fashion, I had been hammering Iggy for food, being irritated by Total, I had ruffled Gazzy's hair (to which he replied: "I'm to manly to get my hair mussed." I snickered, and ruffled his hair some more,) and kissed Fang.
I had told Angel that everything was going to be okay. I told her I was going to find our parents.
Lie of the century.
Anyway, back to my untimely demise. It was a normal day, blah de blah, blah, blah. And suddenly, BOOM! These gosh-darn super-erasers literally drop out of the sky, I didn't think my day could get any worse, but obviously, it did.
Before thinking, I gave the flock the U and A signal. We were no match for these guys (I mean it, the ground shook so hard, a tree fell) and there were at least 20.
To get a picture of why I, the Great and Powerful, didn't even try to fight, picture this: Erasers on steroids, then, put those Erasers on steroids, and make 'em even taller than Iggy.
Thanks to our handy-dandy clearing, the rest of the flock shot into the sky, shot into safety (a few super-boys chased after them, but not enough that I was worried.) I however, was not so lucky. A couple yards into the air, a meaty fist reached up, and grabbed my shins, smashing me into the ground. I heard screams and this really loud crunch, but the screams were far away, and made my head hurt more. I wanted them to stop.
Through my rapidly blurring vision, I muttered: "its okay, Angel. Everything will be okay. We'll find your parents, and then live happily ever after." I could feel the goofy, yet serene smile on my face. I didn't see Angel's horror.
I made a face of discomfort, what was this wet stuff I was lying in? I slowly saw my vision turning black, and I barely noticed the super-boys muttering into walkie-talkies, and then walking away. They gave a your-next face to my flock. I don't think so, as soon as I awoke from this crazy-ass dream, I was angry momma-bear on their butts. They would be sorry they ever crossed my line of vision.
Whoops, accidentally swore.
And then, I blacked out. Well, I thought I was blacking-out. No biggie.
No-one expected me to die. Especially not me. I was the great Maximum Ride. I was invincible.
Not anymore.