This is the first story I've ever written folks. I'm looking for ten reviews or more, so if you like the story, write a review!! Ever since I've been with the site, I've seen versions of Max's death online. But for me, they didn't seem right. So I'm going to take whack at it. This chapter will stop at a cliffhanger, so right reviews to get the next chapter online! JUst if you want to know, this first chapter sucks! But it just keeps getting better and better after that!!
I am not James Patterson and I do not own any of the characters. But I own the plot.
Max's POV
"Hey, Max? Can we get the Frootloops and Cornpuffs?"Angel asked angelically.
Or, Hey! How 'bout a house? Or a mansion? Or a pool?
I sighed. "Sorry, honey, we don't have enough. Maybe next time, though."Angel nodded, disappointed, and I squeezed her hand, reassuring that everything was alright.
Everything was so not alright. We've been on the run for I don't know how long, with flyboys chasing us all the way. We were at Save-A-Lot, a conviniently named grocery store because we needed to save a lot, save a lot, save a lot!
I looked over at Fang, who was all twitchy, eyes shifting from side to side. "Yo, Fang. What's wrong with you?" I inquired, suspicious.
"Something's not right here, Max. Someone's here. Or something." He answered nervously. Iggy was right beside Fang, gently brushing Fang's shoulder with his own. Angel was holding my hand, and Nudge and Gazzy were in front, constantly picking stuff up, oohing and auhhing over food we couldn't afford.
I did a quick 360 sweep, and saw two kids yelling for what brand of yogurt they should get, and an elderly couple deciding on whether to get the foot creme or the hand lotion. Ick.
"Fang, I'm sure everything's okay-" I began but was cut off by the barely audible drone coming closer. Guess what, kids? Yes, they were flyboys. There were about two hundred of them, watching us.
My flock slowly huddled together as the flyboys came closer, eyeing us with red beady lights, and droning their mechanical chanting. This is so getting old.
Without thinking, I launched myself at the nearest flyboy, punching it in the nose, hearing a satisfying crack. It staggered a bit, and did a full roundhouse kick that caught me in the jaw, sending me sprawling. I quickly got back up and did a scissorkick to the head, following a punch in the nose. Man, that head just went flying.
Laughing, I turned toward another flyboy and punched it where its gut should be. It doubled over, making a metallic wheezing sound, and using that to my advantage, I plummeted my elbow on its back, sending it tumbling.
I looked to see how the flock was doing, and smiled. Iggy had his everlasting stash of bombs, shoving them at flyboys and ducking, a smile touching his lips. Gazzy also had his own supply, and was throwing them long distance, laughing when the bombs blew off a few heads.
Nudge was kicking and jabbing, taking a few tries before the flyboy went crashing down. She had two black eyes and a bruise molting her cheek, but she seemed fine.
Angel was behind Nudge, flying high over the flyboys, and skydiving toward them like a rocket. At the last minute, she pulled her right foot in front of her and knocked the flyboys head clean off. Well, not clean exactly, there were a bunch of wires sticking out from where its throat and neck should have been, but I think you get the picture.
Fang kicked a flyboy hard in the chest, and the flyboy plummeted back into a stack of cans. Running toward the flyboy, Fang did a quick roundhouse kick, hitting the chin, making the the flyboys head turn completely sideways. Fang came around toward the back and kicked the flyboy right below the spine, shutting the whole machine down. Smiling at me, Fang turned to another flyboy, finishing him quickly with a hard kick to the head, snapping it off.
God, he was just so beautiful, and strong, and fierce, and--Gah! I don't like him! I put into my brain angrily. Sure he was my right hand man and best friend, but that was it. I think.
When there were only about twently flyboys left, we flew around the store, checking to make sure there were no other occupants in the gigondous room. We flew out of the store, and slapped eachother high fives. But something about Iggy's smile, something about the Gasman's michevious grin made me suspicious.
"Okay, guys, what'd you--" I was cut off by a big boom! Well, more like a BOOOM!!
"Alright! Man, I'd think that was an easy eleven! What'd you think, Iggy?" Gazzy asked, excitement all over his face.
Iggy concentrated, a big 'ol smile on his face. "Actually, I'd give that a fifteen, just for the heat." They bumped knuckles, looking pleased with themselves.
I, on the other hand, was not particularly pleased. "What the heck did you do that for--" I began, but was cut off, yet again, by a familiar voice, snarling, "Miss me, Max?"
I whirled in midair, eyes widening in suprise and fear. "Ari."