This is just something I thought would be funny… no real plot at the moment, so I'm open to suggestions. Any way, mostly in 3rd person narrator but sometimes in Iggy's voice, italics mean thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride no matter how much I want to… which is probably a good thing cause it might never have been finished if I wrote it….
Summery: Max has always has to keep track of her flock, and they usually do a good job of sticking close, but what if one of them should be misplaced? What would happen if one of the flock got lost?
Max sighed
It had been a harrowing day, what with the eraser style wake up call. Then there was the flight into Las Vegas. Who knew there were so many planes flying over one city? Then Gazzy and Iggy had to go and blow up a vending machine because they wanted candy. She had enough problems with out having to clean up after her own flock! Now they were in the middle of some convention full of teens and freaks dressed up as god knows what. One girl even had a six foot sword strapped to her back.
"Look at that guy! He has a huge kitchen knife! Cool!" Gazzy was loving this, and the rest of the flock was just going along with it.
"Is that guy breathing fire!?!" Nudge squealed "I think he is! Oh my god that guys juggling knives! Max this place is soooo great! They even sell food! Can we go buy some? Max?" Nudge went on but no one was really listening to the words that spewed out of her mouth. "Max?"
"What? Oh sure sweetie, we'll get some thing to eat just as soon as we get out of here."
"awww! Do we really have to leave max?" Gazzy was disappointed he had wanted to talk to the fire breathing guy about how he did it.
"Yes we do. There's no changing my mind, its getting late we have to find a place to sleep." After much complaining from Gazzy, and Nudge, complete silence from fang and unhelpful little comments from Angle, She finally got them all moving out of the crowd. Thirty minutes later they were fed and had a suitable stand of trees to spend the night in.
"night Gazzy, night Nudge, night Angle."
"Night Max!" the three chorused. Max couldn't shake the feeling that she had forgotten something. Oh that's right, "Night Fang."
"night Max." he replied.
It wouldn't be until the following morning when she was counting heads that she would notice Iggy wasn't there.
Geez this place is loud. Iggy was leaning against a corner of the convention center. He had never liked crowds, it made it very hard to navigate. It was so loud he couldn't even hear the rest of the flock. "Hey can we go get something to eat Max?" any thing to get out of here.
No reply, maybe they hadn't heard him. No surprise in a place like this. You land on a roof to get away from an army of commercial air planes, to find the rest of the building swamped in sweaty comic book fans. "Guys?" he said in a slightly louder voice.
Still no answer. He was starting to get nervous, they wouldn't leave him, would they? "That's not funny guys, come on." It had been a long day, they were all tired. And Max was known for momentary lapses in judgement. Even if they had accidentally left without him they would come find him soon. They would notice he was gone… surely they would…
Wouldn't they?
wow.
short.
well, more later. poor Iggy lost in a place he can't hear any thing. don't worry some one will find you, But who will find you first?
BWAAAA HAAAA HAAA HAAAA HAAA HAAA HAA HA HA Heh hack, cough cough hack choke.
sorry just had to get it out of my system.