Hey, I'm Jessica. And this is my first FanFiction, so lets hope it goes well. It's all human, and pretty much has all the characters in it. Except for Dr. M and Total. But who knows, maybe they'll find a way into the story. So yeah, here is the summery. Fang's parents die in a fire and he goes to an orphanage where he meets Max and the rest of the gang. So, yeah, wish me luck! Oh, R&R please!
Disclaimer : I do not own Maximum Ride or any of its characters. (Do I have to write this every time?)
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*Fang's POV*
I stood on the sidewalk, staring at the burnt and crumbed remains of my home. My house is gone. My parents are gone. My world is gone. My heart it gone.
The social worked behind me impatiently coughed as she tapped her foot. I glanced back at her, she was leaning against the black Mercedes. I don't know how long I've been standing here. Minutes? Hours? Time escaped me as I stared at the black coals and ashes.
Everything escaped me.
I always had trouble showing my emotions. I had feelings, deep ones too. I never shared them much. I laughed, yes. I had bad days, yes. I smiled, yes. I cried, rarely. But now I couldn't even bring myself to shed a tear. Everything I had felt. Was gone. I hadn't showed any signs of emotion since a week ago when I heard of the fire and my parents death. It wasn't that I didn't want to show them. It was that I couldn't. I felt nothing.
The funeral was yesterday, just me, the social worker, and the preacher. I watched them lower the coffins down in the ground. I dropped a dozed red roses on my mothers coffin. For my father, I put a my old base-ball glove in. It held dozens of memories, plus it was the only thing that wasn't burnt from the fire. It was in my dads car truck for anonymous reasons.
"Mr. Venom, we are late. We should be going." The blond haired lady said. She was in her early twenties. Normally I may have been attracted to her, but nothing mattered now.
"If we are already late, what does it matter?" I said in an emotionless voice, my gaze never leaving my burnt house.
She sighed. "I should call Mr. McLander." She stated. I was barely conscious of her conversation with the man. Memories, good and bad, of my parents, my house, my childhood, flooded through my mind.
"Okay, Mr. McLander has rescheduled the interview. We have to be there in a half an hour. It's a twenty-five minute drive." The lady, Ms. Cinder, I believe, said. I nodded and headed for the car, leaving my past behind. "Thank you." She said as I got in the passengers seat. I nodded and stared out the front window.
"Now, I'd appreciate it if you were on your best behavior with Mr. McLander. He is a patient man, kind. He deserves respect." Ms. Cinder said as we pulled into the orphanage.
The orphanage was a large, red brick, builder. Lots of windows. Nicely landscaped.
I grabbed my lone suitcase out of the truck and followed my social worker to the door. She knocked and what looked to be a maid, opened and led us into a entryway and down a long hall. Kids of all ages ran and laughed through the house as we passed them. Some watched us and whispered to others.
We entered a room with tan walls and a big wooden desk on the far wall. Three black chairs sat in front of the desk. A balding man with black hair and green eyes sat behind the desk. He had a warm, kind smile on.
"Welcome, Ms. Cinder." He said as he stood and shook hands with the social worker. She smiled. "And this must be Mr. Nick Venom." The man said as he took my hand and gave me a firm shake.
"Fang." I said.
"Pardon?" The man, Mr. McLander, said.
"Oh, sorry. He likes to be called Fang." Ms. Cinder said.
The man smiled at me. "Okay, Fang. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mr. McLander. I send you my deepest sympathy of your parents... passing." He said the last part seriously. I nodded and took a seat. The other adults following.
"I'm sorry about us being late, Mr. McLander. I -" Ms. Cinder started, but Mr. McLander held up a hand for her to stop. "It's perfectly fine, Ms. Cinder. I don't blame him for wanting to walk down memory land one last time." Mr. McLander said kindly, then turned to me and said. "But you won't lose those memories. They can stick with you forever. I try to encourage my children to keep a journal and write about those memories, or the future." Children? I thought.
"Thank you, Mr. McLander." I said politely.
"Any time. Now we have a personal counselor or if you prefer, or you can talk to me. I can always find time for my family." He said kindly. "Now, lets get all the boring paper work out of the way so you can get settled in, shall we." Mr. McLander shifted through some papers and handed some to me and some to Ms. Cinder. My social worker handed him a folder full of what I assumed was birth certificate, school papers, and all the crap. For a second I wondered what I would be doing for school. But I quickly dismissed the thought, I didn't care.
"Now, we have a rule that all the children have you do some part to help. I have an opening for after dinner dishes. That sound good?" Mr. McLander asked. I shrugged.
"Okay, good. Now, to the roommates part. You're going to be rooming with a boy your age named Iggy. Nice kid, sense of humor is a little out of whack, but still nice. And then your other roomy is Gazzy, he's thirteen, only two years younger. He an accomplice in crime to Iggy." The man chucked and shook his head. "The lady that brought you to this room, Mrs. Handers, would be more than happy to take you to your room."
He pressed a button on a microphone and called the women. A few minutes later Mrs. Handers arrived and I followed her out.
"Right through there is the dining room. You will be there at seven thirty in the morning for breakfast. Noon for lunch. And seven for dinner." She said as she pointed to the left. "There's the kitchen, kids aren't allowed in there unless you have a job to do in there." She pointed to the right. There is a game/lounge room through there. A lot of the kids hang out there." She pointed to the left again. "You have to be ready to go to school at seven forty-five, then wait at the door. We have a bus that will take you."
She led me to the stairs in the entryway and I followed her up. "This level is for the girls only. You are not permitted in there rooms without parental supervision." She said as we stood at the top of the stairs. She made two quick turns and headed up another level.
"This is boys level. Your room is number 35." She walked to a wooden door with a the number 35 painted in black. "Here you are. I'll leave you to unpack." I thanked her and walked in.
The walls were light blue. Posters of bands such as Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, Train, My Chemical Romance, Death Cab For Cutie, and Boys like Girls were taped to the walls. Whoever this Iggy and Gazzy were, they had good taste in music.
There was a bunk bed and then a full bed. The full bed had a dark blue bed spread on with a white pillow. The bottom bunk had a green bed spread with a camouflage pillow. The top bunk had a black and silver striped bed spread, with a single black pillow.
I went over to the bed that I assumed was mine, the black one. I now knew why Ms. Cinder was asking so many questions about my favorite colors. I threw my black suitcase up and it landed with a plop on the top bunk. I may be skinny, but I'm no wimp.
I walked to the blue and white bathroom and looked into the mirror. My black hair looked semi-messy and fell into my one eye a little. My tan skin looked pale. I had barely noticeable bags under my eyes.
I turned on the cold water and cupped my hand under it and then splashed my face. I dried off my face and returned to the room to find a boy about thirteen with light blonde hair and light blue eyes watching me. Must be Gazzy.
"You Nick?" He asked curiously.
"It's Fang." I said.
"That's a cool name. I'm Gazzy."
"Gazzy?" I asked, I have been wonder why he was named that. He gave me an evil smile.
"You had to ask? Now he's going to want to show you why..." A voice behind me said. I turned to look at the person. A boy about my height with strawberry-blonde and and dead blue eyes walked into the room and jumped onto the blue bed. "I'm Iggy, by the way." He said.
"Fang." I said. "Show me what?" I said as an after thought.
"He doesn't have the nickname, The Gasman, for nothing, man. That kid is like a nuclear weapon." Iggy said with a laugh. Gazzy just smiled mischievously.
"Oh." I said.
"No, not oh. More like, 'oh crap! Get me out!' Iggy said as he stared right at me. How can he do that? I thought he was blind...
I smirked. Wait, I smirked. It's a miracle! Maybe there's hope after all. Note: Sarcasm
"Anyways, dinner is in ten minutes. You two comin'?" Iggy asked as he got up and maneuvered perfectly out the door and head down the hall. Gazzy started after him and I followed.
Iggy, Gazzy, and I entered the large dining hall full of about fifty kids. Iggy grabbed a chair near the end while Gazzy went down to sit by some kids around his age.
"You gonna stand there all day or sit?" Iggy asked me. I took the seat next to him. "Cool, so after supper wanna shoot some pool?" Iggy asked. How could he play...?
"Can't. Dishes." I said.
Iggy nodded sadly. "That sucks."
"Yeah..."
"Well, maybe tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Sure." I said as I took slurp of the beef soup in front of me.
Iggy sighed. "You're wondering how I can play pool if I'm blind aren't you?"
"Kinda..." I said truthfully.
"Get used to it. I'm not your normal blind kid." Iggy said.
"I'm finding that out." I said. Iggy smiled.
Okay! So, tell me what'cha thought! Thanks!