Max's POV
I felt numb. My whole body tingled in numbness and my brain felt dead. I couldn't feel anything but pain. Actually, for the past two months I hadn't felt anything but pain.
Ever since Angel had been taken from me, from this world. Ever since Fang had left us, left me when I needed him most.
I sat on the couch; I had barely left it since the others had dragged me away from the explosion after we learnt of Angel's death.
"Max?" Nudge asked.
I didn't say anything. I hadn't talked in two months. I didn't even know if I could. I just continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Max. We need to leave. We need to save the world" She told me again.
Lately all of them had been telling me this over and over again.
Why? Why should I save the world? What good has it done me lately? It took my baby. It took my everything. I was tired to doing what the whitecoats wanted me to do. They had taken my baby, taken my sister, and probably taken my mum and Jeb. For all I knew they were all dead.
I was going to prove I wasn't just their creation to do with what they please. I was going to prove I still had my will power; I was still my own person. And I was going to do this by doing the one thing they wouldn't expect or like. I was going to die.
I stood up and everyone looked at me.
"Max?" Dylan asked with a confused look.
"I'm going for a walk" I lied, my voice breaking, sounding raw and flat.
"Max, stay here" Gazzy said softly.
"You guys have been telling me for months to get out. Now I am" I said.
"Don't do anything stupid" Iggy said.
"I won't" I lied again.
"Max, before you go, there's something you need to know" Nudge said and I raised my eyebrow at her like I cared.
"We called Fang a few days ago. He's on his way back" Iggy said.
My heart jumped. Fang was coming back? For a split second I felt a bit better. But then darkness washed back over me as I remembered why I was sad in the first place. He had left me when I needed him.
So now he'd see what it's like to be left. To have someone you love think they're better off without you.
Without a word I just walked out of the room and headed out to the streets. Without caring who was around I snapped open my wings and took off into the sky.
The wind in my hair made me feel a bit better but at the same time I was glad this would be my last time flying. Maybe up in heaven or wherever I was going, people would accept me. I heard God was pretty nice like that.
I aimlessly flew around looking for a few nice buildings to jump from. Without even knowing why I noticed I had flown to the Eiffel tower.
I perched up on the top of it and looked down. Cars and people looked so small from up here, perfect.
I stood up and tucked my wings in as tight as they went. I looked up into the sky, threw my head back and opened my mouth.
"My name is Maximum Ride! I am 15 years old and I was born in a lab! I have wings and spent my life in a dog create being experimented on! Those sick scientists took everything away from me! No I'm going to take everything from you!" I screamed as loud as I could until my throat was raw and tears poured down my face.
I opened my arms and fell backwards. I felt the rush of the fall and opened my eyes as the ground rushed up towards me.
I was going to die.
Suddenly I hit something hard, but not hard enough to be the ground. Someone had caught me. I looked up into the face of my saviour.
It wasn't Fang.