A/N: Ok, so there was this Maximum Ride contest, where you could to write the last chapter of the last book. It had to be fewer than 500 words, too, so that is why it's so short. Of course, if you are a Max Ride fan like me, then you probably knew about the contest. Well, this is my entry; tell me what you think! Can't wait for Nevermore, either!
Disclaimer: James Patterson's books, my playground. Would I be on FanFiction if I owned Max Ride? Sorry, amigos; don't we all wish we owned one of the most amazing series ever?
I watch as Gazzy flings himself at me, his eyes full of terror. Oh, god, no, not this again. Anything but this. But yes, it all comes to life; the knife, tumbling through the air, hits the nine-year old kid. I know I'm screaming, shouting, yelling for this to be over. But it's not. It will never be over. I barely notice as the black-clad figure stands over me, twin daggers poised to strike. A hiss sounds in my ears, but all I can see is Gazzy, motionless on the floor, the knife in his chest. The flock bursts in, but it's too late, all too late, as I whip my head, gasping as the knife plunges down.
"Your best was not enough. It never was and never will be enough."
The last thing I hear is cackling, the amusement at my pain.
I bolt up, panting. I gasp for air, taking in my surroundings. The bare white walls, the brown carpet floor, dresser, lamp. I'm in my room. No, not my room, but the room the stupid CIA people think I need. I shiver, trying to calm myself down. I wish it was a dream, but of course it's not, because nothing in my life is ever simple enough to only exist in my imagination. I close my eyes and lay back down, by breathing under control now. Filled with sadness I grope in the darkness, grabbing the nightstand handle beside me, yanking the drawer open. I reach in and pull out the one thing inside, slowly opening my eyes. With my hawk-like vision I can see the little scrap of paper clearly.
The picture of Gazzy as a cute little baby, the one Fang and I found.
I clutch the picture to my chest, sobbing silently. I'm not sure how much longer it is, but my door creaks open. I feel a heavy weight sit down beside me, and a firm hand wrap around my shoulders. Dang, I woke Dylan up. I sigh, leaning into him as he strokes my hair, glad for the comfort. I don't know how many times this has happened, and I don't care. Soon I hear the little padding of feet creeping down the hall. Another body sits beside me and squeezes me. Of course, Angel would hear me. I bury my head in Dylan's side as Fang comes in, then Nudge, and Iggy. Total finally jumps up, and we hug, comforting each other about what happened. I take a deep breath, needing to clear my head.
"Who wants to go for a spin?" The question doesn't need to be asked, though. We all leap out the small window, one by one, and instantly I feel better as the fresh air hits my lungs. I'm not really supposed to be taking a flight. I'm supposedly a 'national security issue'. In fact, I could get into serious trouble for breaking the rules.
But then again, when have I even done what I was told?
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Well, there it is. R&R. 500 words exact, by the way. Ha-ha, barely made the limit.
