A/N: This was previously Here Without You?. I uploaded it a few days ago and I deleted it 'cause I didn't really like it that much... but as you can see, it's up again (and with a different title.) Sorry the chapters are so short- they'll get longer... I hope.
I am continuing my other fanfic (also MR), After, but I haven't gotten around to finishing the next chapter yet...
Disclaimer- I do not own Maximum Ride or any of its characters (that would belong to James Patterson).
*NOTE- This takes place after School's Out- Forever. (Also, lets just say there's a cave-like fax scene before this...)
The Worst Day of my Life. Ever.
"Ummph," I grunted as my breath was knocked out of me with a strong punch to the gut. I recovered quickly, swiftly swinging my leg around to strike the Eraser in the jaw in a roundhouse kick. The fighting continued, the rest of the Flock holding their own, that is, until heard him cry out.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered. I had to get back to Fang. I turned and took the scene in with horror. He was dead. Or close to it. An Eraser stood over his crumpled and bloody body, which lay sprawled in the mud, a look of victory on his face. Ari. It sickened me. It took all I had not to kill the monster right then and there, but I had to get to Fang before it was too late- if it wasn't already too late.
By the time I got to him, the Eraser had fled, along with the rest of the others. Their "mission" was complete. Fang was dead. Or was he? A small, hopeful voice spoke up in the back of my mind. It was a long shot, but it was all that was keeping me going.
I knelt down beside his broken form, tears welling in my eyes.
"Fang?" I whispered.
He didn't respond. I couldn't tell if he was breathing- my body was trembling too much.
I shook him gently. "Fang," I said, my voice louder this time, quickly becoming frantic. And then I was sobbing. "Fang, Fang, Fang. Please don't die. You can't die. I love you."
His eyelids fluttered, and his deep, brown eyes found mine for what would be the last time. "Max," he whispered with great effort. My name. It was the last thing he ever said.