Hey Everybody! Just thinking about what would happen if our fav author James P killed off Fang and let Max fall in love with *gasp* Dylan! And I obviously don't own any of these people or Maximum Ride.
"Let's go! Come on, get him!" the rabid fan girls were closing in, and as an old man his only chance to live was to hide and cower in fear until they were gone. The supply closet was cramped, and dark, and he could hear footsteps right outside.
"Whoa, whoa, ladies, now why y'all so upset?" Thank the Lord, it was his agent, Henry, he always knew he was a keeper.
"Where is he?!?" coursed through the halls.
"Listen, without Mr. Patterson, there would be no Fang, and no reason to love him. You're opinions are extremely important to us but can't you just ignore the last book and…?"
"Oh, thank you, Henry, so it's safe now?"
"Get him!"
"James! James, I was so close! James!"
Suddenly, James heard his father. No wait, his father was dead, that couldn't be. Welcome home? What was that, wait... NO!
James awoke in a cold sweat. A dream. It was all just a dream. He rolled over to his nightstand and crossed out the last part of Fang
Fang took the bullet in the chest. It was the only way to save her, Max, the one person who he cared about above all else. The only person he would ever take a bullet for, he would take anything to let her be all right. There was no way around it, everyone was too far away, and he was too far away, to warn her or push her the two feet she would need to miss it. The only way to win was an interception with no time on the clock. "I guess Angel was right." He thought. Strange girl. They all were. But he loved them. He would miss them all, and it hurt him to think of how they would be feeling for the next few months. But a few months should be all it took to forget him and get back on track. Except maybe Max, but now he realized why Dylan was there, to complete her, to help her, to make her whole again. And the last thing he thought before nothingness swept in, was that he was grateful Dylan was there to take care of Max.
He crossed it out and instead concluded…
Dylan took the bullet to the chest. He did love Max, and he was her other half, he was there to protect her, to encourage her, and he would indeed do anything for her. He only hoped that she would realize that, at least now, how perfect he is, no, was for her. It was all over now, and he was suddenly grateful that Fang was there to take care of her now, to love her.
James Patterson felt much safer now, but somehow felt that the rabid fan girls would know what his intensions were and had a sudden urge to lock the window, barricade the door, put his fan mail through a metal detector, and leave a note for Henry to pick up a bullet proof vest in the morning; before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.