New Maximum Ride Fanfiction from S. A. Hikari

After I read Fang, I was really sad. Why? Because I love the characters so much. I love the characters of books and movies much more than any plot or story could. You connect with them. *SPOILERS* After Fang left, I felt like I could never read about him again. Granted, he was a little cliché, Tall, Dark, and Handsome anime boy. But, after reading the manga, and stories that all of you have supplied, especially my favorite Maximum Ride Fanfiction done by Phoenix Fanatic- Diary of a Lovesick Mutant. (Everyone go read it!) I really felt like he was being ripped from me. So what could I do? Fanfiction, naturally! After all, it IS fixing what the author got wrong.

So please enjoy it!

Note- there is a small time skip of four months. I wanted to take on the challenge of going through the grieving process, not like skipping 20 years.

Disclaimer- I don't own Maximum Ride.

I cried.

For four months I cried. Nonstop. There was nothing that could make me feel better. Not my mom's chocolate chip cookies, not Iggy's smooth, encouraging words, not even Dylan's world famous hugs.

I didn't even want to see Angel. Every time I looked at her face, the barrel of a gun stared me down. I couldn't get that evil look of my precious baby out of my head.

I sobbed harder.

I heard his voice in my head. Max… Max… what are you doing that for? I'm right here…

But when I opened my eyes, it was just another illusion.

My thoughts drove me to hate him. I removed my face from the tear-soaked pillow, positive that I looked a mess, and stomped over to the window.

I ripped my curtains open and threw up.

I gagged. "FANG!" I screamed, "FANG! FANG! FANG! FANG! FANG! I hate you! Do you hear? I'm going to kill you! FANG!"

I heard a commotion from outside my door. "She's yelling again!" Iggy's voice said.

Dylan knocked my door open. "Max! Max, are you okay? Oh my gosh, are you sick?"

My flock, minus one, grabbed my arms and tried to drag me away from the window. My loud cries turned to pathetic whimpers. "Oh, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang… I love you, Fang, Fang, Fang, I love you."

Bleep Bleep "Fang, are you there?"

An all too familiar face appeared on the mini-screen. "Yeah, how is Max?"

Dylan tried to hide his distaste. That would be the first thing he asks about.

"Not too good. She was yelling again today."

He looked away. "Again?" He shuddered. "I don't suppose, you would tell me what she said?"

Dylan sighed. "If you really want to know… she screamed your name several times, told you she hates you, and is going to kill you, but as we were trying to put her to sleep, she murmured "I love you" twice.

The sparkles under his eyes indicated tears, but still he looked strong. "Oh, I wish I could see her."

Dylan practically shouted into his viewing cell phone. "Don't be ridiculous, Fang! You know why you can't do that!"

"It can't be any worse than it is now," he muttered under his breath.

"If you come back, or if she even SEES you, everything will go down hill. She'll be completely out of commission!"

"OH YEAH? I wouldn't say she's DANDY right now either!"

"I'm done talking to you, Fang. I'll speak with you later." Dylan hung up without waiting for Fang's goodbye. He threw the tiny flip phone across the room and dropped his face into his hands.

It was SO selfish. Dylan hated himself for doing this, although he wasn't exactly doing it for himself, still it felt completely wrong. He had begun to care for the whole flock, especially Max, and this was the best for all of them. But Max, oh man, she was gorgeous. To witness her fighting, her skill, had been breathtaking . He knew it was horrible to keep her love away from her.

But he also knew that he loved her.

It felt so right to him. What he didn't know was if it was real love or not. Was this simply programmed in his brain when he was being 'constructed', or was this real feelings? He couldn't tell. He was less that one year old! Puberty is bad enough, but to not even have a chance to get used to life before you have to go through it, well that was just unfair.

As he had been told by his "teachers" at the lab where he was born, it was his destiny to be with Max. To help her lead a flock, be it hers, or an entirely new one. But, it was about time he made his own future. He just… didn't know how.

Fang nearly broke his phone when he chucked it at a rock. That Dylan! Who does he think he is, trying to decide what's best for the flock when he's only been there for a couple months? Not like Fang, Max's right hand man since they could see each other.

His shoulders quivered as he took an uneven breath.

Dylan was right though. It would only make it worse if he was there. Max would be all over him before you could say peek-a-boo.

He was starting to think that their own personal "flock of two" was a good idea.

No, he should just watch from afar, admiring Max and getting constant check-ups from the bane of his existence, Dylan.

But could he really keep this up for 20 years? Could he really watch Max grow and fall in love with someone else, or even worse, Dylan, as was bound to happen?

He didn't think so.

But hopefully, he's either gotten killed, or forgotten all about her by then.

Too bad he knew that he could never forget her. It was impossible. Max's soft hair, tempting lips, and irresistible attitude, made that thought pure fantasy.

So the only thing left was for him to die.

I slowly opened my eyes, not really wanting to see the world beyond my own thoughts. That world didn't have Fang, staring at me oh so amorously.

Instead, Dylan appeared. He smiled.

"Hey… what's up?"

I broke eye contact and pushed him away as I got out of bed.

I looked at him with a hint of malevolence. "It was her… she sedated me, didn't she?"

He came closer; his hands were in his pockets. "We had no choice. Angel had to. You could have seriously hurt us." He said.

I could come up with nothing witty to say at that point, so I just grunted at him.

He stared at his feet. "You… almost killed yourself."

My head shot up to look at him, my mouth hanging slightly open. "I…I did?"

We connected eyes again. "Yeah. Right as you were falling asleep, you jumped up, ran to the window, wings hidden by the way, and nearly jumped out. Your eyes- you looked like you were in a trance." He walked closer to me, and rested his forehead on my shoulder. His arms pulled me into a secure hug. "It was scary, Max. Please- don't ever do that again."

It was shocking. Me? Commit suicide?

I stopped to think. It did make sense. With Fang gone, my life was empty. Would I really subconsciously kill myself?

Yes. Yes I would.

Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it! If you liked it, a review would be even more appreciated!

Sincerely,

Secret Author Hikari