I do not own anything from Hush Hush, or the Maximum Ride Series.
Max POV
I laughed out loud at the term "fallen angel"; these post apocalyptic goons were really getting into it—oh the dedication! This goon just happened to look like a male model. His scowled deepened and his eyes narrowed to dark little slits. This didn't look all too angelic to me. Weren't angels to be winged creatures like myself? Weren't they supposed to radiate hope and shininess—fallen or not? Either way, he was way too attractive to be normal. Was this a new prototype? A testing Eraser? My guard went up hastily. But then again when wasn't it up?
"Okay, okay," I tried to reign in my obnoxious laughter, "What's your name?"
"Call me Patch."
Patch. I almost snorted a laugh but then, wait, I was called Maximum Ride so who was I to judge?
"Oh okay. Patch the fallen angel, nice to meet you."
"That's the thing I'm no longer a fallen angel," he looked exasperated. He'd better be glad he's cute I thought, 'cause he needed a major attitude adjustment.
"So what…? You're an ascending angel?" I took on the same exasperated, huffy tone, and employed haughty glare number 5—my personal favourite.
He rolled his eyes, but I thought I saw a faint suggestion of a smile; the slightest rise of one side of his mouth. Sorta like a Fang smile. My heart skittered on a beat. "No, I'm you're guardian angel."
This time I did snort. Guardian angel? I needed no such thing. I was Maximum Ride. I was leader of the flock. I was a sassy winged creature. I could kick butt. I was almost like a superhero running around saving the world every two seconds. Okay the last one I was still working on, but come on. A guardian angel was ridiculous. I could calculate about five ways to kill him with the napkin dispenser on the table in about point five seconds.
"I'm sorry; I think you had a typo in your assignment," I turned to go, wriggling a little to get my wings comfortable underneath my stylish (just kidding, I'm pretty sure it had mud and blood still crusted on the underside of the sleeve) windbreaker.
His jaw ticked, and he breathed slowly out of his nose, with a deathly calm, something I had perfected after years of managing the flock.
"K bye Patchy," I put on the grisliest—most annoying voice I could and left in a whirl.
A/N: So this is my first ever fanfic. I've had many ideas but this is the first one i've decided to actually peruse and think about and elaborate on. I honestly don't know if I'm all too good at it so reviews and opinions would be nice. Nothing mean though b/c "this is crap" isn't necessarily constructive criticism lol Um, so yeah, that's it I know this is short but I'm only getting started. Thanks for reading through all this! (:
~luckyon3