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Silent Communication
A Maximum Ride Fanfiction
A clawed hand flew toward Max's face as she ducked around and round house kicked an Eraser. It had been foolish to attack the sub-branch of the School when it was so well equipped; the flock had underestimated the advancement of the defence in the centre and their own ability to stall the security long enough for one of them to release the imprisoned experiments. They were all faltering; Fang had a handful of deep gashes decorating his side, Iggy had broken at least one rib and his femur, blood dripped to the floor where Nudge fought with a bleeding back, Gazzy was barely holding his own and Angel was already out of the battle, scruffy and perched on the edge of the hole made by their entry in the roof, too weary to fight.
"U and A, guys! Retreat!" Max screamed over the din of the combat, desperately fending herself from the onslaught of the newest generation of Erasers and attempting to find enough space to kick herself up into the air.
Overhead, Angel shrieked with fear. "Max! They're coming onto the roof!"
She grunted, pouring her remaining energy into preparing her muscles for the great get away. One by one, the flock filed out of the hole in the roof. Nudge first, then Gazzy – soon followed by Iggy and Fang. Just as Max made it ten feet off the roof, barely making it through the hole in the ceiling, a large hand wrapped itself around her ankle. With an inhumane snarl she kicked wildly at the Eraser's head, but it made no difference. Fang grabbed her hand and pulled, trying in vain to force her release. They all knew that it was very unlikely for her to escape. During the tug of war, their eyes met, and the silent communication that was unique to them was brought up.
Her brown eyes bored into his, conveying her thoughts.
Save yourself.
Let me go.
Go to the flock.
It's okay.
I'll be fine.
(A lie, and they both knew it.)
The flock needs you.
Goodbye.
He shook his head desperately as more of the wolf-human hybrids swarmed onto the roof. His usually expressionless face was filled with dread, and his eyes threatened tears. Their obsidian depths showed her what he couldn't communicate in words.
I won't go.
I won't let them take you.
You can still be saved.
(Another lie that they both dismissed.)
The flock needs you.
I need you.
And, after another moment of the fight for her possession becoming more frantic, the message changed.
Please.
Please.
I love you.
Another emotion splayed throughout his eyes, one that she hadn't been able to name until now, one that she had seen time and time again but had perplexed her. She wasn't accustomed to not understanding him. But now she knew. The understanding on her features was clear, as well as the sorrow and regret. A small sad smile lit her features.
I love you too.
I'll be really pissed if you don't bust me out.
She squeezed his hand reassuringly as they yanked her down and took her away.
His scream of rage was heard for miles around.
Hey.
I feel as though it was a little cut off at the end, what about you? Urgh. My stories are becoming shorter and shorter. It's disgusting of me D:
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