Disclaimer: I don't own Max Ride. If I did, she'd punch me in the face, fly away and find the rest of the flock.
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"Hold still."
"But it hurts Max." I rolled my eyes.
"Really Gazzy? It really hurts?" He blinked at me, obviously confused by the sarcasm. "Of course it hurts!" I was yelling now. "You set fire to your own freaking wing!"
"Um…actually Max…" I whirled on Iggy, who backed away.
"Fine! You set fire to his wing, but seeing as he set fire to yours anyway!"
Yes, the blind guy and the eight year old had, while messing around with bombs, managed to burn each others wings. And people wonder why they're told not to play with fire…
"Why were you throwing bombs at each other?" Fang sounded half angry, and half like he was trying not to laugh. If he did, he was so dead.
"We were practising! We didn't mean to throw them at each other!" Gazzy quailed under the joint glares of flock leader and flock right hand man. Or wing, whichever you prefer. "…At first." Iggy took pity on him, and joined in. How he knew we were glaring at the Gasman is a mystery.
"We just wanted to make sure they'd work if we got attacked by Erasers, or something."
I sighed.
"Guys, we dealt with the Erasers, remember?" And several other mutant-y hybrid things who wanted to disembowel us, but we tried not to think about that. Has a bad effect on the optimism, dwelling on the various ways devised to kill you.
"That's what we thought last time. Then we ended up getting captured in Antarctica." Ouch. They had a point. Just life as per usual for your mutant bird kids…
"Done." I wrapped up what was left of our bandages. "The feathers should heal. If they don't, I owe mom a visit anyway. "
"Max?"
"Yeah Gazzy? What is it this time?" Be easy to deal with, please. I so couldn't deal with another Max-my-wing-is-burning thing right now. Gazzy was heavy. Getting him and Iggy up to this cave so we could sort their wings had been hell, even though they'd literally been only at the bottom, having crash landed in trails of fire.
"What're we going to do now?"
"Wait here until you and Iggy can fly again. " Saving the world could go sort itself for a while. The last time the Flock split up for anything over two hours…let's not go there. Gazzy grinned.
"Great! Iggy says there's a hole in the roof of the cave back there with a ledge under it, and we want to try…"I jumped up as he ran off, shouting to Iggy to get started.
"No! No more-"
You ever heard a bomb go off? This one was, even by Flock standards, pretty good. Gazzy and Iggy stumbled out of the smoke. Thank god Angel and Nudge had taken Total and Akila to the shops to stock up on food. I really, really wouldn't be able to handle this if I had four more people to keep an eye on. Fang had lost the battle and was laughing.
"I'll go see if the others need help with all the food we're going to need." Coward. Leaving me to deal with these two bomb obsessed maniacs.
"I don't think that worked." Iggy coughed.
"Me neither. But we'll get there." Gazzy stuck out a hand to stop Iggy walking into me. I glared at them. Gazzy audibly swallowed, and started to back away. Ah, the wonderful power of being Flock leader-explaining exactly why I don't want them blowing up the cave we're currently living in.
"We're in so much trouble."
Right.