Story #2! Sorry for the unoriginal idea. It will get a lot better as I develop it. Sorry to FotR readers who were looking for another chapter after, what? A month? Sorry. No such luck.
Sorry about changing POV's, wanted to get what Fang and Iggy were thinking without having to backtrack.
Disclaimer- Don't own Maximum Ride. Nope, nope, nope. Not Fang, not Iggy.
Enjoy!
Fang
I landed effortlessly on the pale orange limestone, old sneakers sounding a 'tap tap' on the weathered stone. After all of these years, I have kept my promise, I'm about to be reunited with the one on this earth that I love most. And that's all that matters.
Iggy
What do you say to someone you haven't seen in twenty years? How do you talk to someone that tore your life to shreds?
How do you tell someone the worst new they will inevitably ever hear?
Fang
Max. Max, Max, Max. The name bounced around my head like a bird-kid that has spent too much time inside.
Max, Max, Max. I was going to see her. If she doesn't knock me unconscious for leaving in the first place.
Iggy
Tap tap tap tap.
Can't tell him. Have to tell him. Max would tell him. Too bad she's the reason I'm in this position.
It's all her fault. No. Not her fault. His fault. All his fault…
Fang
There she is. The lovely, amazing beautiful, love of my life…
Iggy?
Iggy
There he is, in all of this Fang-glory. The only difference was his smile. One of the only times I've ever seen him smile, and I've gotta ruin it for him.
Fang's face morphed from joy to confusion. His smile was still as big as the sky above. A dark shade of light blue, clouds lurking ominously above. How ironic.
Fang
The metaphorical reservoir that is my brain started to fill in overdrive, questions pouring in like the worst rainstorm that one could ever imagine. But one stuck out clearly, threatening to overflow the metaphorical water over the top of the high, immortal walls.
Where the hell is Max?
Iggy
Fang rushed forward, and embraced me in what can only be described as a massive bear hug.
But I just stood there, a hundred, maybe thousand million miles away from this moment. Memories poured into my head. The flock flying. The E-shaped house. Jeb.
Max.
Fang
I rushed to hug him. But he didn't return the hug. No smile. No laugh. No sex joke. Nothing.
"What's wrong?"
Something was up. And I felt like I had been hit with a hundred bullets at once. Iggy was never the touchy-feely type, but this wasn't him. Iggy would do something. This is an empty shell, the insides being consumed by something, something absolutely horrible.
Iggy
I couldn't take this. I walked to the edge of the cliff and stared off into the distance, as if it would take some of the pain, some of the horror, away.
"She's dead."
With that, I sat down and sobbed.
Fang
Dead.
He said dead.
I slowly tread across the stone, the stone that held so many memories, frozen it time.
I sat next to my brother, and forgot my forever-stoic display. The loss had hit me like a boulder that was Indiana Jones-worthy. I started to cry, the warmth sliding freely down my cheeks.
Iggy
"Nineteen years," I gasped. "Nineteen years, she's been gone." The last words were drowned in giant sobs.
Then I felt as I did nineteen years ago. The feeling that nothing could never, ever be the same again. Ever.
R & R? Please?