Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, nor any of the characters in it, if I did then Fang would have never left, and Dylan would have never been introduced to the story.

(Fang Pov)

It's been a year since I left, and things have never been worse. Over the past year I've watched my new Flock die one-by-one under the constant attacks we've had.

It's only Maya and I left, and I'm not sure how much long we can survive. I can't even remember how many times we've been attacked since I left the Flock, there are so many that it's insane to think about it.

The only thing that's keeping me sane is my blog; I know it's usually the opposite for a blog. But this one is different; I know that there are people supporting us out there.

Welcome To Fang's Blog

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Yo everyone, it's Fang again.

It's been almost two months since I've given you guys and update, sorry about the wait.

Well, there's only Maya and I left in the Flock. I'm not going into the details of how the others died, even for me it's too painful to think about.

I don't really know what I can do anymore; we're being attacked every few days. I can't go back to The Flock; I left to keep them away from this trouble.

I'll gladly admit to you all that I'm scared here; I don't know what'll happen in this next attack. We barely survived the last one, and I mean barely.

We can't go and gather new members, we'd just be leading them to the slaughter house, and I can't bear to watch another person die because of me.

I guess all I can do is hope, I know that it's not like me to talk like this, but I just feel that our time is running out.

I don't know when I'll be able to get back on here again; it'll probably be a while, if ever. So thank you all for your support, it means a lot more to me and the rest of us than you think.

Fly on

Fang.

I posted, finally, on my blog for the entire world to see. I know that it doesn't look like much too some people, but I put a lot of emotion in it.

"Fang? Are you alright?" were the words that I heard next to me.

"As good as I'm going to get. At least now they all know what's going on. I know that everyone was worried about us." I said softly, fighting back tears that I so seldom let go.

I never thought I'd be a teary guy, but when we started to lose members of my Flock I couldn't help but break down. They were like my children, they were my responsibility. If anyone should have died it should have been me first, the parent is supposed to die before the child.

"Go to sleep Maya, I'll keep watch." I said to her quietly.

"Fang, we're in a hotel, do we really need to be keeping watch?"

"Last time we were in a hotel we lost two members because we were all asleep when they found us. I'll keep watch you can sleep. I'll sleep in the morning when you get up, and we're leaving as soon as I get a few hours' sleep." Sternly spoken by me, I think it was a good wake up call to her, not sure why she needed one in the first place.

All she did was nod and kiss me on the cheek; my entire body tingled from it when her lips touched my cheek.

Don't get me wrong, Maya and I aren't in that kind of a relationship, even though she's a clone of Max I don't think of her as one. To me she's just Maya, and she always will be. As much as it hurts, I still love Max.

I know what you're thinking. 'Then why the hell did you leave her there with Dylan?' It's simple, I'd rather live my life knowing that she's alive somewhere happy with him or any other person in this world than dead because of me.

I don't expect to meet her in twenty, well its nineteen now, years for that stupid reunion that I put in that letter. That was just there to give me a goal to live to.

That goal has changed, my only goal now is to survive to the next day, and it's not going well at all.

All you have to do is look at me, my hair is longer and it's more unkempt than ever, my clothes have slashes through them from the battles I've been in, my clothes are dirty as hell too if you don't mind the language there.

I know that today we're going out to buy some clothes, don't ask where the money came from please.

But we can't go around looking like this, we stand out too much with clothes that look like they've been through a shredder and put back together.

The only good thing for us right now is this hotel room, the first hotel we've been to for almost five months. This means one thing, a nice hot shower for us both in the morning.

When morning broke we switched roles, Maya took over the watch for me for a few hours while I crashed on the bed.

When I woke up I checked my blog, seeing all of the comments on it. Most of them were uplifting; a few of them were offers of help from devoted fans. Those were the ones I responded to, saying that we could never risk a life other than our own.

But there was one that caught my eye more than the others, it was big and it stood out.

"Maya, come here." I said waving her over to me. "Read it." I said pointing to the post.

She read it over three times, tears threatening to spill over her eyes. It was a post form the Flock; I really didn't expect them to post so soon.

I know that nudge posted it; no one else would post it in huge pink letters. It read "Fang and Maya, we're still waiting for you and we still love you." It wasn't much; it was shorter than most of the other comments on my blog post, but it mean more than all of the others to me.

Within an hour after I woke up we were dressed in new clothes. You can guess what I was wearing, black all around.

Maya was wearing simple clothes, like Max she didn't like to dress up all fancy. If she had I would have sent her back in to change anyway, it would all be useless anyway. Then we took off, to find a new place to settle for a day or two, more if we weren't attacked right away.

It didn't come till a week later, the attack that is.

This one was bad, I can't even tell you how many people there were or why they were sending so many after two people. Even five people would keep us on our toes and keep us from making a new Flock.

Apparently they simply wanted us dead, why I can't really be sure. All we could do was fight, it was either that or simply let them pick us off from a distance.

We leapt into action, literally, and just started to tear these people apart. We never fought next to each other, even though we felt safer there we knew it was easier for them to have everything focused on one point than two points that were moving extremely fast.

You know that noise that you so desperately never wish to hear, and when you do it's like the damn breaks and the flood water comes crashing down? Well, that's what I heard.

I never wanted to hear Max's voice screaming out my name in the last moments of her life. I didn't even register it as being Maya's, it sounded like Max to me and I know that I lost it.

I've been in a rage before; I've gone crazy and done some incredible things, but never like this.

I don't even really know what happened, but when I came to my sense I was kneeling in a sea of blood. Maya was dead, and so was everything that had attacked us. My body was going cold as I knelt over Maya's lifeless body.

She was the last, the last member of my flock that I let die. I knew that I was dying, and it didn't mean anything anymore. I failed; I failed in what I had set out to do. I got people killed who might have lived longer had they not joined up with me.

It was unbearable pain, and I did what I can never remember doing, sobbing uncontrollably. It's a weird feeling, to be sobbing and feeling you die at the same time. My vision blurred, my body was numb, and the pain was gone.

"FANG! FANG!" I could have sworn I heard someone; it sounded a lot like someone I know. I guess you do hear thing when you're dying, too bad I'll never be able to tell anyone.