We all konw what Max is thinking when Angel gets kidnapped... but what about, say, Fang? Well, I decided to find out.
Yeah, I rewrote The Angel Experiment from Fang's POV. It's a lot shorter thant the book, mainly because most of the background isn't necessary. I'll try to put about 10 TAE chapters onto one, this one's just five, in order to get started.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. (Or Fang.)
And here we go...
Hey everyone, the name is Fang. Well, that's what I call myself, since I really don't have a name. Unless you consider "Experiment Insert-Really-Long-Number-Here" a name.
If you don't know what I mean by that, you probably shouldn't be reading this. If you want my background story, go read Max's version first. Then this'll make more sense.
Of course, you've probably already read her version, so now you're wondering why I'm writing the same story all over again. You see, I don't remember everything exactly the same way she did. Heck, now that I've read how she remembers things, I think I remember most of it her way. But mainly, I figured you'd like to see things from someone else's perspective. Someone said that you've gotta see things from all angles in order to see the whole picture, or something like that. It probably was Total…
Anyway, long monologues are more of Max's thing. Let's get right to the story, shall we?
I dragged myself out of bed. If I had known how much this day would change my life, I would have stayed in bed. But Angel's the one with the best special abilities, not me. So I threw on some clothes, brushed my hair, and hoped Iggy had already gotten to the kitchen.
He hadn't gotten past the couch yet. It looked like Max was going to try to cook. I didn't feel like starving or dying of food poisoning, so I started to walk up behind her.
Apparently, I don't walk loud enough, because she spun around. "Will you quit that?" She asked.
"Quit what? Breathing?" Seriously, you'd think after fourteen years, she'd get used to it.
Thankfully, Iggy rose off of the couch. "I'll make eggs," he said, which meant, as usual, the blind guy was going to show us all up. Not that I cared.
"Fang? You set the table. I'll go get Nudge and Angel," Max said, taking command as usual.
"Get them an alarm clock already," I grumbled as I reached for the plates.
Scrambled eggs a la Iggy, one of my favorites. Beats anything a la Fang.
"I want to go pick strawberries today. They're ripe now," Angel said.
"Okay, Angel, I'll go with you," Gazzy said, and he immediately proved why we call him the Gasman. Cue Iggy gagging, Max scolding, and me leaving.
"Sorry," Gazzy said, but he had stopped meaning that after his third fart.
"Yeah, Angel, I think the fresh air would do us all good. I'll go too," Nudge said. Way to encourage him…
"We'll all go," Max decided.
I blame her.
It was a beautiful day… ho hum. I cared about as much as Iggy- out here, the days start to blend together, so you really lose interest pretty quickly.
"If you make cake, I can make strawberry shortcakes," Angel said to Max, skipping along. Max says they were holding hands, but I swear she was skipping. Maybe they were doing both… Nah, Max skipping is one of the signs of the apocalypse. The other three are Nudge not talking, Gazzy not farting, and me wearing a tie-dye shirt.
Anyway, that's when Gazzy displayed his more useful, but just as annoying, talent- if I hadn't seen his lips move, I would have thought Iggy had said "Yeah, that'll be the day, when Max makes a cake. I'll make it, Angel."
Max, however, was too busy skipping or whatnot to notice, and she turned on Iggy. "Oh, thank you! Okay, I'm not a fabulous cook, but I can still kick your butt, and don't you forget it!"
I admit, that made me smile, but it was Iggy's laughing that gave Gazzy away. "Was that you?" Max asked, and Gaz tried to shrug off the question. Suddenly, Angel screamed. Then all hell broke loose.
A whole crapload of Erasers dropped from the sky. (Don't ask, I wasn't paying attention) I balled my fists and leapt toward the closest one. You will not screw up my life today, I thought.
Dear Lord, was I wrong.
Well, that was short... Of course, TAE has over 130 chapters, so maybe I should do 15 or so at a time... Anyway...
So? What do you think? Did I capture Fang's thoughts perfectly? Terribly? Review (please) and tell me how you liked it!
Oh, and thanks for reading! The next few chapters should be up soon!