Heaven

by googlefish

Fang had died. He knew that. He remembered the whizzing of the bullet, the exploding pain. He also remembered Max. So worried, angry, and sad all rolled up into one. He remembered her yelling at him to not die. This time, her orders were not met.

1. Waiting

I don't own Maximum Ride. Or Heaven. That would be scary. Very, very… scary.

Third Person POV

Fang had died. He knew that. He remembered the whizzing of the bullet, the exploding pain.

He also remembered Max. So worried, angry, and sad all rolled up into one. He remembered her yelling at him to not die.

This time, her orders were not met.

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Fang POV

I looked out at the endless horizon. It was always changing. I'd been looking at it for… I don't how long. Could be months, or years. I don't really know or care. I'm dead. Time has no meaning anymore. If it did, I would have been died -again- of boredom.

Now, why am I dead? I died for Max. As cheesy as that sounds, I heard the gunshot and my avian DNA took over. Protect the leader. Don't think, just act. Just stand there while the bullet goes straight through your heart. That sounded grosser than it should have.

So, that's how I died. Most stories end with someone dying, or having to get back to life. This is neither. I'm deceased (I'm getting tired of saying "dead"), and at peace with that. I'm in Heaven. No war, no pain, no sickness. Just happiness.

In fact, I could have been the happiest recombinant life form that ever walked/slid/got around on earth if I wasn't waiting. Waiting for Max and the Flock. There are loads of people who are like me. We all have our own benches, and when the person/people we're waiting for die they magically pop up in front of us.

And then, we enjoy the rest of eternity with our friends and family.