I do not own MR. if I did, I would be James Patterson, and clearly, I'm not. If I was I'd throw a party.
Set when Fang leaves the Flock in the 3rd book. Forget everything that came after that part, people. This is all Max POV, by the way.
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"Max, I can't let the Flock suffer for what you're doing," Fang said with no emotion.
"And what is it I'm doing that's so poisonous, Fang? Not kicking my 7-year-old brother out to die? He's going to be dead soon anyway."
I walked up to him so I was right in his face. I remember when he used to be a skinny bean-pole and way shorter than me. Now I looked up into his black eyes at his face towering several inches above me.
"As I recall, I've been the one who's taken care of this Flock, Fang," I growled at him.
"You're just a kid, Max," he said softly. I clenched my jaw as he went on. "You can't do this. You can't protect the flock from that monster. He'll slit our throats while we sleep! I'm leaving, I'm sorry."
I fought back tears as my right-wing man betrayed me. "Go then," I spat at him. "I can protect my Flock just fine without you."
"I'm taking Gazzy and Iggy with me, the girls won't come, but Ig and Gazzy are backing me up on this one."
That was below the belt. I stood there, not saying anything. I could feel the tears rising now.
"I'll see you around, Max. or, maybe not," he said with sadness in his onyx eyes. "I'm sorry, but I've got to take one for the team. Just do me a favor, don't die."
With that he bent down and kissed my cheek.
I stared at him with betrayal and pain no doubt written all over my face. I backed up slowly. I turned and ran, unfurling my wings to take off into the hazy sky.
I wiped a tear from my eye.