/Note/Hey! This is my first fanfiction so go easy on me! I'm writing this for a friend who loves Fang but I'm also making a few points by adding in some rants of my own. I would love if you could review! I really want to know what I'm doing in the writing world. Thanks! -Ruth
H o w t o f l y w i t h o u t w i n g s
A M a x i m u m R i d e F a n f i c t i o n
B y R u t h F a r n a n
I do not own 'Maximum Ride' or any Original Characters. I may have changed a few relationship standards to find and Characters personality may have been altered due the the fact I am not James Patterson therefore not being able to get his character exactly right. Also, In Maximum Ride their wings seem to fit under clothing making it easier to hide them. If there wings were the size they make them out to be they would not be able to fit under a jumper. Just making that clear.
W r i t t e n f o r C a r o l i n e
-Dedicated to anyone who still hasn't found their wings-
C h a p t e r O n e
N o r m a l i t y
He stood on the side of the gray building. Pigeons ruffling their feathers and steering clear of the boy. His hair was teased by the heavy wind which couldn't even move his feet. His dark eyes, scanning the people below. They all led normal live. Nothing much ever happening. He sighed and looked up into the sky. Couldn't he be normal?
Normal – a strange word. What was normal these days? Fitting in? Having family? No. Normal was not trying to save the world everyday. Normal was not being chased for no reason. Normal was being able to fly without wings.
He let himself drop. Dive. Fall. Past the dark night and the glittering lights. To fly he only had to miss the ground.
He lifted into the air. Souring. Gliding. Flying.
Dark slivery black wings had flicked from behind him - taking his weight, lifting him to the midnight sky. He moved them up and down quickly, letting some loose feathers fall off. He'd had 16 years to learn to fly. It's usually easier when your born with wings. Born to be experimented on. At least there were others like him.
He flew south, but something called him back. It could've just been the hum of the cars below, but he could have sworn he heard the city calling his name. Fang.
"Fang! Where the hell have you been!"It was Max. "You've been gone for 6 hours!"Fang shrugged. Max frowned. "What kind of attitude is that for someone who's saving the world."She said sitting around the crackling fire again beside a little girl. Angel. Fang made a growling sound and jumped soundlessly onto the second branch fifteen feet up.
Maximum Ride, Iggy, Gasman, Nudge, Angel and Total. The Flock. Not the standard group of children(and dog) you'd see. All with wings. All able to fly(Except for Total – But he'd get there). Max was the boss. Anything she said went. They all listened to her. After her it would be him. Iggy was the oldest, but being blind (beside the occasional colour sensing and seeing in snow) was not one of the best candidates for leader but came in great handy when him and Gasman used explosives. Gasman – The youngest boy in the flock followed Iggy like a loyal puppy. Nudge the most stylish of them all, made sure everyone looked there best, wings or not. Angel, the youngest, but don't get her wrong. Under all that cuteness she has powers that can read your mind, manipulate you...and maybe worst. It's scary, but everyone gets used to it after a while. Total is the crazy talking, nearly flying dog. He's the soul of the flock and tended to add a little more crazy to everything.
"Fang?"Max called. He grunted. "You want food?"Fang grunted again and turned his head to the tree trunk. "Fine then."Max muttered and began talking to Angel. He wasn't bothered. Not anymore. He was sick of being Max's sidekick – The other one who would have saved the world. He didn't want to save the world! It meant moving from place to place. Never just staying. Always running. Always hiding. What happened to just being Normal. Oh, right. It's impossible to be Normal when you have wings.
"Fang?"It was Iggy, sitting a branch below him. Fang looked down. "What's up?"He said flicking a bit of dark hair from his face. "I should be asking you! What's wrong?" He said looking up to where Fang was but his eyes blank, looking through him. "It's nothing, Dude." He said."Just the way we are again. Just like how we started off."He sighed. Iggy frowned. "Is that not what you wanted?"He asked. Fang though for a minute. It had been what he wanted. No. It's what Max wanted. He had liked her. But he'd grown and with that had lost her. Iggy coughed. "Yeah, man. That's what I wanted." He said ending the conversation with his tone. He didn't want to continue. He'd just sleep. Except he'd never dream of Flying. He'd dream of walking. Walking with normality.
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