Well this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me? If i have a typo (there will be lots) please tell me...Hope you like it! Oh and the first bit is an extract from the book MR2 i do not own it!
Max
"Yo."
I looked over to see Fang watching me. "You okay? Is this a headache?"
I nodded and wiped my eyes, feeling like I was about to explode. "Yeah," I said. "A huge, freaking, unbearable headache!" 1 was practically shouting at the end, and five heads turned toward me. I had to get out of here. And, thanks to my supersonic power, I could, in the blink of an eye.
"See you at the beach," I muttered to Fang, and then I hunched my shoulders and poured on the speed. In seconds I had shot way past the flock, the wind making my eyes water more. It was funny, but going this fast almost made me want to put my arms out in front of me, like Superman, as if it would split the air out of my way or something.
What the hey - no one could see me. I stretched my arms out in front, feeling like an arrow, a spear, slicing through heaven.
I was at the beach in four minutes. I braked and slowed down, but not enough, and ended up running too fast through the sand and then tripping onto my face. Slowly I got up, spitting out sand, and brushed myself off. I was burning up and pulled off my sweatshirt.
I had maybe twenty minutes till the rest of them came. I walked along the beach, keeping my wings out so they would cool off. I felt desperate and scared and angry. "I don't even know how to save the world," 1 said out loud, hating how pathetic I sounded.
By existing, said the Voice. By being strong. By lasting.
"Shut up!" I yelled, kicking a piece of driftwood so hard it practically flew out of sight.
I'd had it, totally had it. No more. 1 ran to the water's edge and looked down at the sand. In moments 1 had found it - a piece of broken shell, sharp on one side. It was time for the chip to go. The Voice came from the chip, I was sure of it. No chip, no Voice inside my head that 1 couldn't get away from. 1 pressed my lips together hard and started sawing at my forearm, where I had seen the chip on an X-ray, three lifetimes ago, in Dr. Martinez's office.
The first slice brought blood and a surprising amount of pain. I clenched my teeth harder and kept sawing. Blood ran down my arm. I would have to cut through tendons and muscles and veins to get to the chip. Dr. Martinez had said that if I tried to take it out, I could lose the use of my arm.
Too bad.
I cut repeatedly into my arm were that stupid chip was. My arm was burning and covered in blood but in that incredibly stubborn way I have I kept on because, like it or not, Voice, this chip is coming OUT! Suddenly i realised that the golden brown sand i had been sitting in was now a deep maroon colour...Oops...would this be classed as beach polluting?
Out of the corner of my eye i saw a shadow swoop down. Fang.
"What The HELL Max?"
He sounded pissed off and...no i must be imagining this but he sounds...scared? Irritated by his interruption i stood up. Shakily. Fang looked at me in shock plain on his face...wow Mr I'm-Way-Too-Macho-To-Show-My-Feelings has emotions? I'm obviously hallucinating! My legs were wobbling under my weight as i said weakly, (wait what! I'm the Maximum Ride, I'm not weak?)
"I want it out. Fang, I just want the damn chip out!"
I tottered slightly as I saw what i said register on Fang's face, then my vision flickered and Fang swam in and out of focus. I sighed, suddenly overtired, then i collapsed as darkness overtook me
I know this is a short first chapter but please review it and rate it and tell me if i should continue?
Thanks
Continue dreaming and always follow your choices xx
