This is it. The struggle. The decision. Do I jump?
The edge of the cliff, metaphorical and literal I would like to add. Fang was standing next to me. His hand in mine, he looked at me for an answer. A red-orange glow behind us. I really wish it was a romantic sunset or something, no it was a mob. A mob of Erasers you could distantly hear them snarling shouting 'mutant freaks' like we didn't know.
For all Fang and I knew, our family was dead, just us left. Just us.
"Max." He was worried, I mean he didn't look it, when did Fang ever look anything? Emotionless rock is our Fang.
"On my count" Fang knew what I meant and he was ready. Still holding my hand. "Three" the mob got closer, a tear escaped my eye. "Two" Fang straightened. "One" we both shot off the side of the cliff, half the erasers fell to their glorious deaths. Half stayed to hold on to their balance. A pain shot through my right wing. I started to fall. Fall down fast, faster "Fang!" I screeched but I was out of even our ear shot. I was going to die. The end. Taken down by a bullet. The Maximum Ride. Taken down by bullet.
I screamed as I woke, gripping my sheets, though of course there were no sheets to grab.
"Max?" it was Dylan.
"I'm fine." He touched my arm and I shrugged him off. Fang was across the room, I jumped off the metal table -or was it the floor- towards him, I needed him, only to be whipped back by the the handcuffs. He mouthed to me.
"Are you okay?" I just stared, I couldn't hear him, he was behind a thick piece of glass. They trapped me in here with star boy, hoping we would procreate or whatever. Fang inches away but the other side.
"We will escape this hell hole!" I mouthed.
"Max?" Dylan came up behind me, smoothing my hair off my shoulder. I whacked his hand out the way. "We can be together Max..." I didn't respond. Fangs lips turned up slightly in a grin, a stupid grin, but it quickly disappeared. A white coat was in his room, he didn't appear to respond to it. "If I get us out of here will you love me..." Dylan stroked my arm. That's it. I turned, planted my foot hard into his chest, launching him across the room. I turned my attention back to Fang, struggling against a white coat. Or was I? A needle stuck in my arm. I sunk down.
My head was heavy.
"Max!" Dark haired lad said to me. "We're out, I got us out, Max." He stroked my hair out of my face.
"Out where?" I asked. My head was pounding.
"The school Max, we're free..." He took my hand. "Well for a little while anyway..." I looked at him hard, my eyes adjusting to the candle lit surrounding. "Max? What's wrong?" My face must have showed something.
"How?" I didn't really know what I was saying.
"Broke free, found you unconscious...Max I thought you were dead" he obviously cared about me.
"Where am I?"
"Some abandoned house... It doesn't matter, are you okay?" I didn't really know. "Max?"
"Who's Max?" I asked.