Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Maximum Ride. They belong to James Patterson. C:
Author's Note: Alright guys! New story. I promise this one has a plot to it! So stick with me for now and just a heads up, but I probably won't be continuing 'Watching the Sun Grow Old' anymore. Fang's flock will be in here though. I love them too much! :D So R&R and I hope you enjoy!
When I die, would my life really flash before my eyes? Would images of my flock, my family, the evil white coats, the stinkin' erasers, would they all race past me? Sometimes, I felt the answer was yes, and yet, I knew it couldn't have been true.
The true question here was, would death take away my memories?
Max Ride here. I'm a fifteen year old Avian-American, leading activist in my mom's saving-the-world group, CSM, and also the flock mother of four kids. Let's see, I've fallen hard for someone, had that person break my heart, went through the whole post break up trauma and now, I'm back and running again. That was pretty much my life summed up in a few sentences.
We were flying through the mountains of Montana, the cool air billowing us from all directions, my hair following suite. Iggy, now my second in command, flew on my right side with Nudge and Gazzy trailing behind me. Angel brought up the rear with Total in hand. It was pretty peaceful and boring now that the School was no longer chasing them and he was no longer creating a storm of emotions inside me, but sometimes, Max Ride lives for the adrenaline from taking out a massive eraser or from coming in victorious after a mind-numbing race.
"Maax… I'm hungry," Gazzy whined, his boyish voice jolting me back to the present. I snapped out of my thoughts just as quickly and reverted back into leader-Max, into the Max that my flock needed, into the Max that wasn't really me.
"Alright we'll la-" Something whizzed past my ear. I froze, suspended in the air, the only thing keeping me up was the gentle, instinctive flapping of my wings. At that moment, my whole world slowed for a moment, my vision turning black and white, and all sound void in my ears. Then, I felt myself start to lose altitude, like, really fast. In the distant, I could hear the sound of Iggy's voice as he shouted out to me, the sound of Angel's high pitched scream and Nudge's panicked gasp.
I wasn't sure if I hit the ground or not, but soon, that black and white world faded into darkness. Slowly, slowly, I felt myself slipping through the thin fabrics of memory and being. I could've sworn I saw the flash of Iggy's golden-orange hair, of Gazzy's ever mischievous snicker, of Angel's pure, innocent eyes, and of Nudge's meaningless chatter.
All of them illuminated the darkness that surrounded me, but worst of all, I saw him. It was his dark eyes and deep midnight hair that dwelled in my mind the longest, in my fuzzy greying world.
Slowly, I felt images of Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge and Angel, memories of our past escapades, buried feelings for Ari, Dr. Martinez and Ella, heck, even for Jeb, slip through my fingers. Desperately, I clenched my fists, trying to retain what I could, trying to fight the growing darkness around me.
They disappeared and pretty soon, images of him faded from my mind too. But only one word remained in the darkness, the word that I chanted over and over to myself, a word that had sent my very being into turmoil.
Fang.