Spoilers for FANG. Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, or any character names that I don't make up. I also don't own the passage from Fang's note. I don't own Edward Cullen or that plot.
Flying is truly beautiful.
Soaring high up, the warm air soaking through your feathers, shining down on you but not blinding you.
Flying with your family in one piece, holding hands with your beautiful boyfriend as you go.
Your boyfriend giving you one of his rare smiles, you seeing the longing for alone time in his eyes.
You land soon, and your boyfriend and you walk off into the forest alone.
He gently places his arms around your waist and kisses you. You lose yourself in his kiss, his touch. It's just you and him, together and alone.
He pulls away gently, still holding you. You realize you are both breathless.
"I love you." He says, smiling at you.
"I love you, too." You reply, smiling back at him.
You kiss again, deep and passionate. Your life is beautiful, and all you think about is his arms gently pressing you closer and closer, and his soft lips on your own.
And then, you wake up, and you realize your life actually sucks, your hot and sweaty, and your dream becomes a nightmare.
That, my friends, would-of course-be what happened to me. In my dream I had been soaring gloriously, not a care in the world, my ENTIRE flock together.
In reality, my flock was not whole. We had unwanted guests of the scientist and bird-boy types, and I was missing someone. Of course, it had to be the one that was almost literally my right wing, my soul mate, my perfect other half. Whether some idiot scientists believed it or not.
In reality, we were on the run everyday, and now we were down a fighter, plus a human who we should probably protect. I mean, he is my father after all.
Ha. It makes me laugh just to write those words- my father. Actually, it doesn't make me laugh, because I'm crying, and laughing and crying unless your crying happy tears is redundant, isn't it?
So lets back up a little, shall we? My boyfriend-ex-boyfriend, actually- left me yesterday, leaving behind a stupid note in which he said he loved me. If 'ya love something, run away from it, isn't that how the metaphor goes? Or was I taught wrong in my, what, thirty days of schooling? That's not including being at THE School, you see, but I mean actual school, not a bunch of evil scientists randomly taking tests on us and making us run on hamster wheels for their pleasure. Aside from that fun part of my life-ha-, now was the worst time in my life. I had loved him, so much. He was my freaking world, and I thought I was his. I guess I'm just conceited.
And, for the record, I'm not some physco ex-girlfriend. I didn't chase him down with a chainsaw, because even though I wanted to, I was too weak to do anything.
I guess he had re-read New Moon a few too many times, and gotten his brilliant idea from Edward Cullen, a sparkly depressed fictional vampire. It would be awesome to see Fang sparkle. Maybe if he actually comes back in twenty years, I'll bring some glitter. If I even go. I mean, what's the point? "Tell you what sweetie: if in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the top of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm still alive, I'll be there waiting for you. You can bet on it."
That's what he had said. He's said I can bet on him sticking around, too, though, so I highly doubt he'll even come find me. Or if he does, the red-haired wonder and their 1.5 kids will be in tow. I can't believe he called me sweetie. It makes him sound like a creepy old guy. Or my dad, which is just...ew.
"Max...?" It was my mom, knocking on my bedroom door. I didn't answer, I wasn't sure I could muster up the strength to say anything. She walked in, and saw me laying in a heap on my bed, the covers tangled around me, my pillow and eyes wet from tears. She walked over to me and sat down next to me.
"Oh, honey..." She gently pushed the hair away from my face. "It'll be okay." I shook my head and started sobbing more. That damn idiot, he was gonna pay... After I could control my crying for more then five minutes. My mom just lay down with me and stroked my hair. She occasionally murmured something about how it was okay, and how I would be okay. But I knew it was all a lie. I already had a plan.
I wouldn't be okay, but I'd be better then I am now, without the constant reminder of him.
I was going to go find an evil scientist or someone like that, and let them run tests on me, let them experiment with me, but I knew the Flock would find me. Instead, I would cut off my wings. Then I couldn't be a part of the flock anymore. They would leave me next time we got attacked, and I would die or be captured or whatever if I hadn't already died of loss of blood.
I had the perfect time to do it, too. Everyone was going to be gone tomorrow, my mom was going to be at work, Ella at school, and everyone else was planning to go see some new movie. I didn't get how they could do that, I thought they were upset that he had left, but it gave me the opportunity I needed. And I was grateful for that.
I couldn't think about it right now. I knew it would hurt, both physically and emotionally.
I hated Dylan, and quite frankly, I wished he had left, not Fang. It was Dylan's fault he had left. He had convinced him that he was a ticking time bomb.
Well, Dylan, now your gonna lose me, unless you stay here and die with me. It's your fault I'll be dead. I think I'm going insane, and I mean this honestly. Is it even possible to go insane when you already have a Voice inside your head, you can fly, you used to be dating your best-friend brother type person, and you live with a talking and flying dog, a seven year old mind reader, an insane scientist, and bird-kid edition of a Ken doll?
Nope. Didn't think so. So maybe I'm just completely melting down.
Author's Note: Please review. Sorry it's short. I made it as long as I could without making it sound really stupid haha.
