From a Flock to a Max
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, or any of its sequels. Too bad…
(Fang)
Fly, my loving dove
Fly to the skies and live in
the water of hope
(Fang)
Fly, my magic girl
A miracle of beauty
with special purpose
(Angel)
Fly, my sweet mother
Who forgave me for the beast
that made me hungry
(Angel)
Fly, my cuddly bear
Always warming me with love
Yet just so forceful
(Iggy)
Fly, my poor, poor chef
Always burning what you cook
Tearing up my eyes
(Iggy)
Fly, my angry friend
Blinded by rage and fears so
true. Just keep flying.
(Nudge)
Fly, my protector
Wash away my dirt with your
loving hands of beauty
(Nudge)
Fly, my divine soul
Punish me for my dark sin
Of horrible taste
(Gasman)
Fly, my foster sis'
Take care of my broken wings
Now cold and lifeless
(Gasman)
Fly, my fearless girl
Fly like there's no tomorrow
Or no yesterday
Jeb was standing in front of a glass window in an observatory, somewhere in Atlantica or the North Pole; they didn't tell him where. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was snowing outside.
He sighed and watched the snowflakes hit the unseen ground. This was the longest three hours of his life; never had anyone taken this long to give him a status report.
The book was still closed in his right hand, its cover now torn and ripper, stained with blood and its colors nearly faded away.
He knew who had written those haikus.
The Flock.
They still weren't giving him any details. They were putting him out of the picture, as if he didn't exist. That depressed the hell outta him. It really did.
And after all he had given for him? Even after he sacrificed his own children for the good of the world?
Jeb was not happy with the monster he had become, or what monsters his kids had become. Ari had disobeyed orders and attacked the Flock; that much he knew of.
But he didn't know where Ari was, or how he was to be exact. Nor did anyone even mention the conditions of the Flock.
The book was his only clue into the whereabouts of them. His only insight into what had happened on that tragic day.
As he watched the snow fall miraculously unto the ground below him, Jeb couldn't help but understand the significance behind the flakes. They were lucky, those snowflakes. They had a purpose, and no one stopped them. They were falling to blanket the ground, to bury the ugliness of the world, the same ugliness of the world that was created by shitheads like himself.
But what about the bird kids? They had a purpose in life, even if they were too stupid to figure it out. They were supposed to save the world, to attempt to undo what the adults had done to the world...
But all of that could be lost today. Jeb thought. Everything I worked for, everything I sacrificed...
It took him a lot of energy not to cry, but a single tear still fell from his cheek.
Just then, a scientist walked in the room, carrying a sheet of paper in his right hand that was perched to his side.
"Mr. Jeb, I'm afraid we have some terrible news."
And so Jeb waited for the tragic news that he expected to hear. After this, he was done. D.O.N.E. Done with the School forever. This was the news he had been waiting for all along, when he had nothing left to live for anymore...
This was a moment that would not be seen or heard by anyone, and the Flock would never be heard from again...alive or not.