AN: This story is a bit odd but i hope you like it! R&R!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. The almightly James Patterson does.
MAX POV
It was dark. I could wave my hand in front of my face and not have been able to see it, well, if I was even able to move at all. I kept trying to look around but there was nothing. I could tell why Iggy hated being blind. My body was frozen. It was as if I was paralyzed. Nothing would move. Nothing. Then suddenly there was a bright white light. After that I was no longer in the darkness. I looked around again. This time I could move. I was in some sort of arena. It was completely silent. There were people everywhere but my vision was blurred so I couldn't see who they were. Suddenly I heard a crack from behind me. I turned to see what the sound was and saw Ari being punched in the jaw by a Flyboy. Suddenly, I knew where I was. Ari sank to his knees. Like I had done on that day, I ran to him. "Max?" he asked. I asked what had hurt him. He just shook his head. If I was able to cry I would have. He stared up at me. In his eyes I saw every memory I had ever had with him. "I just… Oh Max." His last words. He slumped into my shoulder and was gone. I closed his unseeing eyes. I cried then. I held him to me and cried.
Suddenly he had disappeared and I was in the dark again. I yelled for Ari but no sound came out. It was as if it was nothingness where I was. Then the light came again. Now I was on a dirty trail. Laying on the ground below me was Fang. All slashed up from when Ari had practically killed him. The day he first went to the hospital. He wasn't moving. I crouched down to him and held his head in my arms. I couldn't figure out why I didn't care for him like I had that day. He stared at me. His eyes looked darker than usual. "Oh Max…" he whispered. He reached up and touched my face. His touch was light and gentle. Then all the light that was left in his eyes faded and he was gone. I touched his face and it was cold. The tears came again. I cried into Fang's dirty, blood-covered hair. I had lost him too.
Then it was dark again. It was as if the worst things in my life were happening. Everything that I never wanted to happen, happened. This time, I could see myself in the darkness. I stared at my hands. They were covered in blood. I looked at my feet. Laying there was my mother. Covered in blood. Her blood was on my hands. I reached down to touch her but my body wouldn't let me. I could see her chest gently rising and falling. She was still alive. She turned her head to face me. "Why Max?" She whispered. Then he eyes gently closed and her breathing stopped. I had killed her. For some reason, I knew I had. Her blood was still wet on my hands. Then she vanished into the darkness below her. Then Ella walked out of the darkness up to me. She was crying. "Why would you do this? I thought we were sisters!" she yelled. Her eyes were full of hate. The tears continued to run down her face. I didn't say anything. Then she disappeared too.
Then my legs gave out from under me. I was falling. Falling into infinity. There was no bottom I could see. I would keep falling forever. As I feel I looked around and saw flashes of images I never wished in my life to see. It was the Flock. They were dying. Covered in blood. And with each image, a new splat of blood appeared on my shirt. There was no end to my agony. I kept falling. As I was falling my mind kicked in and I whipped out my wings to try and save myself. I hovered for a minute but then there was pain. An awful pain, like nothing I had felt before. I could feel my wings being torn off me. The pain spread everywhere. And it wasn't just physical pain. It was emotional too. Knowing I would never fly again. Knowing I would never be that free again. The pain was unimaginable. It felt like they were tearing apart my soul.
I screamed out for help but again there was no sound. Then I was numb. I could feel nothing. No pain. No agony. No guilt. Nothing. The only thing I could feel were the tears that ran down my face. What had I done? Everyone I had ever loved was gone. Then my falling stopped. I was in a cage. The bars were splattered with blood and I laid on the floor of the cage. The blood was my blood. Now I was the one dying. I could feel myself going. I could see the white light above me. I felt weightless. Like I was floating. But it hurt. Like a was being pulled in two. Then something cold touched my face.