Hi!!! I got this random idea in my head so I thought its time to write a fanfic!!!!
What if Jeb wasn't who they thought he was? Max is hurt and taken in by the gang from MI but they won't let her leave not until they get some answers that Max herself doesn't even have.
Max POV
I wrapped my wings around me tighter as the fog rolled in. We were camping in a forest on the run as usual.
"Max? You okay?" Fang's whisper came from the darkness. Ugh. He must have noticed me moving about. Fang was a great best friend but I don't know what else he was to me. I was so god damn confused and when I finally find the answer that I don't like him he kisses me and messes everything up.
"Yeah. I'm good"
A hand landed on my shoulder. Iggy.
"Your watch Max" he said before navigating to his corner in the clearing without bumping into or tripping over anything. How did that boy do that?
"Thanks, Ig"
I got up and did a quick 360 of the clearing. Nothing.
I settled down for a quiet night of observing. I fetched my sketchbook that my mom gave me for my birthday. I drew the clearing, every sense alert as my hand flew across the page.
Third Person POV
The threesome moved quietly across the dense overgrowth, too quiet for humans to hear them. There had been a report of demons hanging out in this particular part of the forest. They had come to investigate and hopefully kill some demons. Their silver scars reflected the moonlight as they approached the clearing.
Max POV
I was drawing happily when a man entered the clearing. I immediately attacked him with a round house kick.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you birdie" the man chuckled noticing my wings as he caught my arm. One thing the school taught me: don't trust men that chuckle while attacking a teenager girl. I did a back flip, twisting my arm and wrenching it from his grasp.
"You did not just call me birdie!"
I punched the man in the face, feeling his jaw break and then his nose shatter as I punched him again.
I twisted his arm back, wrenching it from its socket and breaking it. I kicked out at his shin and felt the bones break.
"Now, are you going to call me birdie again?"
"Yes" he said and spat on the ground. He nodded and claws scraped across my back.
"SHISH KABOBS!" I screamed just incase the kids were listening.
I knocked the man unconscious and whirled around to face my attacker.
It was huge, 15 feet, black with leathery wings and skin as knotted and as lumpy as my hair was right now.
My back ached and I sprung into the air. I pulled the one weapon that I kept. The others didn't know about it and I didn't want them to. They were a pair of broadswords elegantly etched with symbols. Jeb had given them to me when I was 10 and had just escaped from the school but he never taught me the meaning if the symbols. He promised that he would but he left the day he was supposed to.
I charged and thrust forward, my swords barely piercing the skin of the monster. I whirled away and brought my swords down cutting off his arm.
He gave an enraged scream and ran forward really quickly. I moved aside but I was not quick enough to avoid his claws sinking deep into my stomach.
With my last reserves of energy I cut off his arm and jumped high into the air lopping off his head as I did.
Before my wings failed me and I started plummeting to the ground unconscious I saw three figures with silver scars their faces staring up in awe.
So what did you guys think?
So I continue it?
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