Hey, everybody!! I am cooliestloser, the great of the ungreat and this is my first MR fic, so I'm no sure how it's going to, but I'm hoping it will do OK. Anyways, does anybody seriously think that I'm James Patterson? I do not own Maximum Ride, or any of the characters from the books in this story, but the basic plot line is mine. Well, I hope you like it!!
"Knock-knock!" Gazzy shouted for the millionth time in the same joke, which I of course already knew the end of (assuming the end ever came).
"If I say who's there, will you just finish the freaking joke?" I responded in an exasperated tone, fed up with the banana/orange stupidity.
He nodded earnestly, and, rolling my eyes, I spoke the dreaded words, "Who's there?"
"Orange!" he grinned. So far the kid had held true to his word.
"Orange who?" I continued in a monotone voice. Taking the entire flock on a terribly long flying trip across the continent SO does not mark the top of my favorites list.
"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?!" he cackled and flew away holding his stomach out of laughter.
I shook my head in the disbelief of 8-year-old humor, and felt a sudden-but-totally-expected-and-frequent need to check the flock's, well, not exactly safety, as that is impossible's 1st cousin, but okayness for the time-being.
I swiveled around in a 360° turn, mentally accounted for each of their whereabouts. Angel was staring at Nudge with a grossed-out yet extremely interested expression on her face, obviously reading her reading his mind. Nudge, in turn, was looking at Iggy with a fixed, dreamy expression on her face. Angel and I exchanged a disgusted glance on our face. All I could think was, "Ew." Angel nodded her agreement, and Gazzy, clearly getting a thought from Angel, dropped his mouth open so wide I hoped that some poor bird would fly too high and get stuck in his mouth. That would definitely provide a much-needed comedy refresher.
That left Fang. He didn't seem to be, well, anywhere. He wasn't in front of me, to the left or right of me, or, that I could see, below me. I turned myself around, and my heart seemed to turn to lead and drop into my stomach. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Fang?" I called, fear evident in my voice. The flock stopped their little fun-fest, and focused their attention on our newly-faced problem. "Has anybody seen him?" I asked out of instinct, even though I knew the answer was no. In response to my thoughts, all heads were shaken in the negative.
"Okay…" there had to be something, "Angel, any thoughts before he disappeared?"
"Well…" She hesitated.
"Tell me," I demanded, my voice hard as steel.
"I tried, but I only got a few flashes of random stuff, like 'People listing longer comments on blog' and 'So bored I would find a spoon amusing' and 'Angel get the h*ll out of here'."
"Okay, Angel, sweetie, just because Fang feels that he has the athority to use certain naughty words doesn't you have permission, too, not that he does," I finished the conversation, already launching deep into thought of what could have happened, and came up with a list of possibilities as I gave instructions to land until we figure out what to do. The list came out like this:
Possible Reasons Fang is Missing:
He can now become totally invisible and wants to scare the crap out of us
He was kidnapped by some new evil creepo
He decided he was bored and went to go find a spoon or something
He passed out and fell out of the sky while everyone was occupied
He wanted some 'alone time' with his blog
He deserted us
I hoped beyond all possible hope that it wasn't options 2, 4, or 6, and hoped a reasonable amount that it wasn't option 1 either because that would be so far beyond annoying.
"Okay," I spoke up among the silence as we ended our descent onto an exciting green patch of grass in the middle of nowhere, "We're gonna have to split up." Everyone looked pretty much okay with this situation, although I am certain nobody particularly enjoyed it.
"Gazzy and Nudge, you guys search the north, both high and low; Iggy and Angel, you search high and low on east, plus high on south. I'll search the low south, plus high and low west. Everybody cool with that?" I knew they were probably pretty pissed at the partners, but no way was I gonna put Iggy and Gazzy together; we did not need a whole little green patch erupting into flames without the knowledge of anybody else. On the bright side, our (when 'our' doesn't include Angel) decision to leave Total at home was definitely making things easier.
With that, we each took off in our separate directions, hoping for the best, yet expecting the worst.
Well, how was it? Do you think that I should continue it, or not? Also, why are all the good things bad for you in the end? Couldn't the good things just be good, end of story? Oh well… please comment!!