A/N Hey! Well I know some of you have been waiting for this day as long as I have, but here it is, the story of Dylan's death. Can you believe that Iggy was the one to do it? Yeah me either, but I wrote this one in band class so I decided to put it on FF. So enjoy! =D R&R
"Yeah okay, right this way."
"So you're sure that Max is waiting up there for me?"
"Yes, and if she's not then my name isn't Ignatius Ride."
Here I am, Iggy, leading Dylan up a very tall, very steep, cliff. I had been practicing making my way up for about 3 weeks. Ever since we last saw Fang and Angel had gone missing, Dylan had become increasingly more love struck and even more irritating. I felt responsibility as the new man of the house to do something because max was at her wits end. So, I decided to push him off a cliff. I know what you're thinking, "What are you talking about dipstick? Dylan can fly." However, Dylan injured his wing in a bathroom incident with Max, which by the way, I am not at liberty to discuss. The guy does deserve to die with some dignity, but only the bare minimum. Plus, you're talking to the resident pyromaniac, would that really have been a problem?
"Okay, here we are Dylan, Max is right here but don't take your blindfold off."
"Ummmm, okay."
I took my tape recorder with Max's voice on it, courtesy of Gazzy, out of my pocket and flicked the switch.
"Dylan come here, I want to tell you something." Sang the recorder and I couldn't help but snicker.
Tape recorder in hand, I took it to the edge of the cliff holding my hand out to my side.
"O-okay Max I'm coming,"
I could hear Dylan's breathing as he made his way over. Wow, that sounds creepier than I thought. Suddenly, Dylan grabbed my arm.
"Max?"
"Don't think so," I sneered as I yanked my wrist from his grasp sending him off balanced off the side of the cliff. Second later I was awarded with a satisfying thunk.
"Yeah, like my name would ever be Ignatius. Pfft."
Spreading my wings, I took flight. Can't wait to tell Max the great news.