Minor editing completed
Hey, guys. I've been thinking about writing this a lot lately, so I'm just going to throw the first chapter out there. If I do an okay job, I'll probably update after I actually read Fang. Right now, I'm going on what others have posted and what little information I can get, so there are few things that may need to be tweaked. Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, nor have I even read the 6th book. I do however own any characters you don't recognize. Oh, and in case you didn't see it in the summary, this fic contains FANG SPOILERS (the ones I have read, he-he) SO READ AT OWN RISK.
I am overlooking Lake Mead from the cliff above. 2 days I have waited. He's not here.
"He's not coming. Leave!" A voice snarls. Not the voice, but an equally annoying voice in the back of my head.
"You've waited 20 years. 2 days is nothing. He'll be here." Another voice responds. I can picture the little demon on one shoulder, the angel on the other.
The little devil smiles slyly. "Unless he's dead." His voice is chipper and song like, "Dead like your heart, Max. You know I'm right."
I awaken with a jolt. My pulse is racing and it takes me a while to realize that I'm in my apartment; my couch to be exact. My thoughts are coherent now. I'm home; for now at least. Tomorrow is the day I venture down to Lake Mead. The day I see my love again. Maybe.
My stomach knots at the thought, and I'm forced to sit up before I lose whatever's in my stomach. At this point, there's nothing to come back up. I really should eat.
I rummage around the fridge before picking up the leftover Asian food from 2 nights ago. Sitting on the counter nearest the unused stove, I can't help but miss eating home cooked meals. My mom's in particular; Iggy's and even Anne's as well.
My heart constricts. Mom, Iggy, everyone from my past. I haven't seen them in 19 years; no one has seen Fang since he left 20 years back. 20 years tomorrow. If he's still alive (he is, I know he is,) he'll keep his promise. 20 years, Lake Mead, we'll see each other again.
My temper rises as I remember that by making one promise, he ultimately broke another. He promised to never to leave again, yet where is he today? Gone. Not by my side. Possibly living a happy life without me, not even bothering to follow through with his promise. Promise, promise, promise. God, what is it about promises? I can't stop thinking about them!
Before I know it, my fork is embedded in the wall across the room. As I wrestle to free it, someone approaches the door.
"Just a minute!" I call before they even place a finger on the doorbell. Surprisingly, the person is patient. In the 2 minutes it takes to separate the fork from the wall, the doorbell doesn't ring and a knock on the door doesn't come. Not even once.
Needless to say, I'm a little shocked to see the young man still waiting when I unlock and open the door at last. His hands are behind his back, and they remain there for the first few minutes.
"Is Maximum Ride around?" He asks. His voice is tight with tension, and I begin to question why he's even here in the first place.
"Who wants to know?"
He chuckles and responds, "You're Maximum Ride, aren't you? Surely you wouldn't answer a question with a question unless you were indeed Maximum Ride." His eyes-a familiar shade of deep brown-shine with amusement as his foot stops the door from closing, wedged in the frame.
"Who are you?" I snarl; my senses now on high alert.
"Maximum," He tries and fails to address me properly.
My voice does not change from a snarl as I correct him, "Max, my name is Max."
"Max, then," He replies calmly, "Do you by any chance know this man?" He pulls a fairly old photograph out from behind his back and points to the male. My breath catches in my throat. It's a picture of Fang and me.
"Lying would not be very wise, mind you." He grins. I recognize that grin, as well as those eyes; Fang's.
"I do know him, but I guess you already knew that. What could you possibly want from me?"
His voice softens considerably, "There's no easy way to say this…" My heart rate speeds up. 'Say what? What isn't easy to say? Spit it out!' I silently plead, searching for any physical clues he might be allowing me. He with-draws his foot, and I stay frozen in place; statue-like.
"This man is my father," He says, and the room begins to spin, "which makes you my mother." I barely hear him; my world is fading to black so quickly.
Okay, so I've read the letter he writes Max. It's all about how he has to leave and crap. Then, he tells Max that if he's still alive in 20 years, they'll meet up at Lake Mead and fly with the Hawks again. If I'm incorrect, please someone correct me. Oh, and review while you're at it. *Smiles* I would do the whole : ) thing, but that looks stupid, and ff blocks the actual no space version. So… goodbye for now. (Until I read Fang, at least)
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