The sky was bright and clear, not a cloud in the sky. The flock and I were flying over New York, just cruising with no real direction. It was just a make up time between the flock, when we had been separated we had all missed each other. Me and Fang still hadn't really said our 'I'm sorry's, and I wasn't looking forward to it.
"Ya know, I think I missed the whole 'Get Max angry' thing more than I realized." Mused Iggy, smiling softly. I rolled my eyes as the Gasman cackled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I called, "Just don't blow up my pants again!" I closed my eyes lost in the feeling of the wind, and a whole flock. It was something I was sure I would never forget. I could hear the flock's laughter riding to me on the winds. It was a sound sent straight from heaven.
I looked down to find that we were now flying just a few miles off the coast. It was a beautiful sight, the water gleaming in the diffused sun light-wait…diffused?
"MAX!" Nudge screamed pointing upwards; I didn't even have to look to know that we were hopelessly out numbered. There was no way to get out either, with the ocean that was now beginning to churn like my nerves, the sky was now blocked from view by hundreds of Flyboys. We would have to fight like hell, and hope that we made it out.
I took one look at Fang, his eyes locked on me, he nodded. Reaching out he grabbed my hand, squeezing it quickly. I nodded and steeled myself for death. It was an impossible thing, there was no way out. I looked out at my flock. All glaring daggers at the oncoming robots. There faces hard too, knowing that this was a fight to the death. It was either us or them.
"Fang! Gazzy! Iggy! The base of there spines!" I yelled, just seconds before they were upon us. Angel looked at me; her big blue eyes told me that she knew that this was it. There was no way out. Her eyes were solemn, as she accepted death to be on its way. And that made me want to rip them apart piece by piece, just angrily tear them to bits. NO six year old should have to look that way, EVER!
The glowing red eyes tracked our every move, and shone like embers in the think covering of eraser flesh. There guns were in their hands ready to shoot, and the steady chanting swelled to a roar in the air around us. We are many! You will die! We are many!
I glanced down at the tumbling ocean waves and shook my head, it was war now. and I was gonna make it out, or die trying.
Live life to the Max, and have the ride of your life, cause you only get to do it once. I nearly fell out of the air at the mention of my slogan, given to me by an old friend, why would I remember that now?
Too bad I didn't have a chance to think about it, because suddenly I got a hard metal fist to the ribs. Ouch. I threw a hard kick to the head, and the things head cracked to the side, smoke pouring from the neck, it spiraled down to the water. I felt a hard kick to my side and whipped around, punching with all my strength popping out an arm. But it swung around and caught me in the side of my head, where a dull ache started to develop.
The fighting could have lasted forever if we didn't know there weakness. But fortunately we did, when there was about 150 left, we were tiring. The pain from being struck by hard metal fist's again and again was beginning to wear me down. The dull ache behind my ear had grown to a pounding pain, I feared that if I let my self blink I would drop to the ocean.
I could see the others holding there own fairly well, Angel had cuts and scrapes but nothing serious, Fang had a black eye and a bloody nose, a few cuts, Gazzy was in almost the same state as his sister. Nudge was fighting still, but I could see her wilting. Iggy was fumbling with his backpack, pulling out a package wrapped in brown paper.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Iggy screamed, the others started to finish off the Flyboy that they were working on. Except for Nudge. She hadn't heard, and the bomb was being dropped next to her.
I didn't think, I just acted. Diving down into the cloud of flyboys, dodging kicks and punches left and right I sped toward Nudge. My screams were lost in the endless canting. You can not win! You will die! We are many! The pure adrenaline pumped through my veins making me go faster and stronger, knowing with all serenity that I would make it to her, but I wouldn't survive. The ultimate sacrifice. Giving you. The voice whispered, as I pushed through the throng, it sounded proud. At that moment I reached Nudge, and threw her out of the throng, just as the bomb exploded.