AN: Hey I'm back. Sorry, I hate my stories so far, and they suck. I suck at regularly keeping up with stories, so they die. I'm going to try and make this one good and update it regularly. no promises.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Maximum Ride, blah, blah , blah, purple unicorns, this has a lot of cussing. Post-Fang, Pre-Angel. Thanks. Bye.
"Fuck him! He can go to hell!"
I took Fang's ring and chucked it as hard as I could across the empty field, along with some pictures of me and Fang attached to some of Iggy's bombs. A large BOOM! sounded out at the end of the horizon, along with a large cloud of fire. Ah Iggy, your bombs never let me down. I took a few more bombs and threw them for good measure, then took off into the sky, gliding on my huge hawk-like wings. Flying always cleared my head and let me forget my troubles. Fang troubles. Anyways, I was gliding peacefully through the air when pain blossomed toward the base of my right wing. I gasped in pain and started tumbling towards the ground at top speed. I'd been flying about seven miles up in the air, but suddenly I was only inches away from the now-terrifying expanse of brown, hard-packed dirt. I managed to just barely angle my right wing and head away from the ground, but didn't manage to save my left arm. I heard a loud snap and fireworks exploded on the back of my eyelids. Then all I saw was black.
When I finally woke up, I rolled over onto my back. I grit my teeth when my left arm was jostled and saw little flowers bloom on my eyelids. Dried blood crusted the ground, along with part of my wing. The sun had almost disappeared on the horizon, a big orange blob. There was no way I could make it home before nightfall. There was no way I could make it home, period. I couldn't fly home with the combined pain of my arm and wing, and I was in the middle of nowhere without a cell phone, so I couldn't be driven home. Ugh. I'm screwed. I started stumbling towards the general direction of my house, but I was well and truly lost.
I'd been stumbling around until it got dark, then fallen to the ground in my oh-so-graceful way, and laid there, trying to sleep on the cold dirt.
"So this is the Mighty Max, huh?"
I'd recognize that voice anywhere, along with the smirk I knew was there, almost like he'd spoken it as well.
"FANG?"
I jumped up and turned toward him, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Almost blending in with the blackness was Fang, as tall and smirkish as ever.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You just get up and leave, then come all the way to the middle of nowhere to see me again? What the hell?"
As usual, Fang was full of confidence and didn't waver in the least bit when I started screaming at him.
"Well, I heard you screaming at the top of your lungs from my hiding place, so it wasn't that hard to find you. Also, there were the explosions. And the sniper shot."
"Wait, wait wait, the WHAT?"
"Sniper. I don't know who the sniper was, but they seemed to have got you, based on the bloodstains."
Wow, his night vision had gotten good.
"Okay, so what are you doing here? I don't need your help, you know."
"Actually, yes, you do."
"Actually, no, I. Don't. Got it?"
"Okay, I know for a fact that you can't fly home like that. I'm here to take you home. Also, you won't last long with the bullet hole making you lose that much blood."
Come to think of it, I was feeling a little...dizzy...
Ooh! A cliffhanger!
Bob: Not really. We all know that MMPH!
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