Hey you guys :)
It's me, back with another story! One I promise to finish this time. (Cross my heart & hope to die). I'm not all that sure where it's going yet, but I've a rough outline in my head. Some Fax later, and Niggy! Those are my usual pairings hehe :). I hope you like this intro, even though it's short it sort've gives you the impression of where i"m headed. FANG SPOILERS ! So be careful and read at your own risk!
** STORY WIDE DISCLAIMER.
I do not own any rights to any referenced character, place, scene, or plot line mentioned henceforth in this fiction piece. These characters & etc. are not an original work of my own, but rather those of Mr. James Patterson, author of the fictional Maximum Ride series.
Twenty years. In the last twenty four hours, Max had spent every waking moment, which was every moment, contemplating how long that would feel like. It was four years younger than she'd been alive. Or so they thought anyway, who knew how old they really were. She'd broken twenty years down in more ways then she could count. It was 4 sets of five years, ten sets of two years, two hundred and forty months, one thousand and forty weeks, seven thousand, two hundred and eighty days. She thought about multiplying the time she'd spent apart from Fang by 7280. The result was a fresh onslaught of gut-wrenching, chest- squeezing pain. Pain to the extent that she would gladly welcome a few years in the School, to take its place. She was Maximum Ride, leader of the flock and defender of the world as you know it… But to her, she'd always been the Max of Max and Fang. Now she had no Fang.
Her mother was worried about her. Everyone was, and she knew it. But she couldn't just shake this one off. It used to be that she'd shake things off by telling Fang all her troubles, and knowing he was there for her always helped her face the problem. Without Fang, she had no coping mechanism.
Her door opened slowly, and closed quietly. Max was close to sobbing, because although she knew it must be Iggy, it sounded just like Fang.
"Go away, Iggy." Max croaked. "I'm not hungry." It was around suppertime wasn't it? The door shut silently behind him, leaving Max to her misery. Alone, she suffered through her pain silently. She knew there would come a time when it would ease enough to allow her to function, but at this point, that light was so far down the tunnel, it was to difficult to see. And she was too tired to try.
- 2 Years Later -
"Hey, Max!" Iggy called from below. Max opened her bedroom door a crack.
"What is it Ig?"
"Nudge and I are heading out for a bit, and the kids are at your mom's, you'll be all right?"
"Of course Iggy," She smiled down at him. "Take your time. Be home for supper?"
"We should be, if not we'll call." She heard the door swing shut behind them, and pulled open her curtains to watch her two closest friends fly off. They were sweet to watch. They'd been 'dating' for a little under a year now, and were happy as clams. She was glad to see it, but she had to admit, it broke her heart a little at first. She remembered being that happy-go-lucky and in 'love'. She remembered the boy who'd broken her heart, as well. She'd held him in contempt for a while, but that just made her bitter. That wasn't fair to the rest of the flock. So she'd simply accepted her life without him. As dull, and seemingly meaningless as that could be at times. She'd still clip her wings to have him back, and she knew it. And Angel knew it, Max grimaced. That was one of the hardest parts. She put on a good act for the rest of them. She could mention his name now, without tearing up or clenching her fists. But Angel knew what lay under her skin. The scars she held from years of battle and the school healed, and never hurt her any more. But that one scar he'd caused, that was the slowest healing would she'd ever endured. It didn't hurt. It ached. Menacingly, it reared up every now and then.
Thoughts of him haunted her, but it was the memories that killed her spirit. She'd gotten physically ill from it at times, and tat was unheard of for them. She remembered every color in his eyes, every hi-light in his hair, every expression, smell and look he gave her.
It was no use to dwell on it. It only hurt her in the long run. Max wondered whether she should haul her sweats on and go for a run, or just lie down and take a nap. Running was a newly acquired habit, used to beat out frustration. But Max wasn't frustrated, she was just tired. With the house empty, she decided to take advantage of the quiet.
Her first thought was that she must've slept longer than she'd anticipated. Her door opened, and Iggy crept in again. It was a habit he'd developed shortly after Fang left. Max assumed he just liked to check on her. He'd come in, and if she felt like it, she'd tell him she was okay, or he'd just stay a minute and listen to her breathing.
"I'm Okay, Ig. I'll be down in a minute," Max mumbled without rolling over. When he never left, Max was surprised. She went to turnover but was stopped as he leapt onto her bed, and pinned her with his knee. Was it possible someone else had snuck into the house? How? Max struggled frantically, but was at a disadvantage on her stomach. She managed to land a solid blow into her assailant's stomach.
"Humph," he grunted. Max froze, statue still. A hand was slapped over her mouth, but she was no longer scared. She knew that grunt, that hand. His name came out as a muffled gasp.
"Fang."
teeheee, hope you guys like it ! New chapter in the works :).