Hi guys, this is my new maximum ride fanfic. Unlike my other ones, this isn't a comedy. It's kind of sad, and kind of happy, and also kind of mixed up. I'm not sure what'll happen yet, but I'll see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Max Ride, but if I did I still wouldn't tell you.
One who waits
Chapter one: escape
It was dark when I got out of there. The moon had just appeared over the trees, and I was partially illuminated by its glow.
It had been hard to sneak out. My mum was sitting in the living room, her arms round her knees, that creep she calls a boyfriend with his arm round her. I could hear his breathing from my place on the stairs.
He told her he was getting a beer and left the room. I took the opportunity, passing quietly through the corridor, trying to find the front door in the darkness. When I passed the living room door my mum saw me, and the image of her white face still haunts me.
I thought she'd call Steve, but she just looked at me for a minute, and whispered:
'Go, Heather. Run as fast as you can.' I hesitated, not wanting to leave her. 'Run!' Her hoarse whisper cut through the noises of the film, and I could hear Steve closing the fridge. Without any more hesitation, I crawled as fast as I could to the door, opening it silently and closing it just the same. Before I closed it, I could hear Steve talking to mum.
'Where's that tart of a girl got to? I swear I saw her a minute ago.'
And my mother, my poor mother who was left behind, replied. 'I don't know.'
I ran as fast as could after leaving the house. It was late, and I was unprepared, but I knew where I was going. The same place I had always gone before, when the pain had been too much. I ran, forgetting everything in the sheer joy of running. I've always been a good runner, winning many prizes at school, but nothing beats the pure exhilaration when you're running from something. And I was running. Oh, I was running.
I reached the woods in about half an hour. It had been my playground, my nursery, and when I was older, my sanctuary. Nowadays, it was the only place I felt safe.
I spread my blanket out underneath a tree, scraping at the floor of orange pine needles. I lay on the ground, trying to sleep. I was overjoyed to be free, but couldn't help thinking of my mother, who was still imprisoned in that nightmare that was a house.
I was still thinking about this when one of the feathered freaks nearly landed on top of me.
I don't know what you'll think of that, but hey ho. Review if you think I should continue. Don't worry, not all the chapters will be this depressing. Chow!
