Forevermore
A Maximum Ride Fanfiction
After ANGEL, instead of NEVERMORE
Written one late night by an insane insomniac
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Maximum Ride. I wish. All rights to James Patterson. Not Iggy and Fang for the moment though- Kidnapping hot Max Ride characters FTW !
So... Chapters 1-6. Sorry about the rambling on. Some Fang POV, mostly Max. If you can't tell them apart... Hint: Max isn't in love with herself.
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Chapter 1
So, it was back to normal for me and the flock. Or at least as normal as I could be when we had finally accepted my genetically engineered perfect half into our family, my ex-best friend had left me-again-and, wait for it... wait for it... FOR A CLONE OF ME. Yep, that's right. Oh, and here's the kicker-the world was now under the threat of something we couldn't even figure out from this crazy genocidal apocalypse-loving cult. That worshipped freaks like us.
Us? Freaks? What, you haven't heard of the insane mutant bird-kids? Seriously, eighth book here, guys! Here goes: Non-freaky, non-birdkids were experimented on at this place called the School: harmed by lupine-human hybrids called Erasers, and hurt by human-jerk hybrids called whitecoats. Which gave way to us: Very freaky, very much birdkids, with only 98% human DNA. Guess what the other two percent was? Wings.
Anyways, we were now flying to some place called Inverness, in Scotland, because Nudge had glimpsed it on a map and started blabbering on about how it rhymed with dress, mess, tress, less, confess, loch ness, yes, and guest. I know, I know, but you try shutting Nudge up once that motormouth of hers gets going.
I looked up from the depressing sight of clouds of pollution in the middle of this quaint country up to the not-depressing sight of the beautiful pinkish-purplish sky(Pinky-purple, like Barney!). I did a quick head count, grinning from my comparison. Gazzy, flying a bit to my left, Nudge, chatting to no one in particular, Iggy, flying blindly in between Nudge and Gazzy-literally, and last but probably least, Dylan. No comment. Wait a second, we were missing one person. Or absolutely adorable avian-person, whatever. Angel, my lovable little baby, that had been through so much.
"Angel!" I called. I started to panic. "Hey Ig, where's Angel?". Yes, of course. Ask the blind birdkid. He stared at my position blankly.
"Uh, Max?" "WHAT?" I snapped, concerned about my Angel.
"Angel- she's gone." he said softly, his strawberry blonde hair whipping into his face from the wind. Suddenly, the events of the past few days came rushing back, painful and bringing tears to my eyes. I blinked, not daring to cry yet again. "I'll see you guys there", I mumbled, barely audible, and shot down to the ground, snapping my wings out at the last second, letting myself collapse at the base of a tree.
What had happened? I remembered Angel's prophetic last words to me. Forevermore.I curled up, my face buried in my knees, hating my complete weakness. Because of me, an innocent child was dead. Because of me, I would never wake my baby up again, smiling as I ruffled the beautiful blonde curls out of her sleepy face. Because of me, Angel was gone.
I screamed, suddenly jumping up and punching the nearest tree, again and again and again and again, never taking a breath between my wails of agony, the eternal weeping of a mother that has lost her only child. Warm arms appeared around my waist, pulling me into Dylan's comforting chest as I sobbed. "W-what are y-you d-d-oi-ing?" I got out. His reply came, soft and steady. "Loving you."
This started a new round of tears, never having really finished the first one. "Fang." The name came out without my consent. It was a single word that made me want to jump off a cliff, wings tied, yet still made me feel safe and trusting. But never again.
Dylan looked down on me, silent as he wondered what I was thinking when I said that name, what I used to think. Silent as he is oblivious to my memories, my innocent memories, of holding his hand when we were in the School's cages. Of joking with him about what our birdkids would look like. Then, that first kiss on the beach, with a dying, post-Ari Fang. Watching him kiss the Red-Haired-Wonder, remembering the stern line of his jaw as I saw the hidden pain in his eyes after my date with Sam. Confessing I loved him with the help of my good old friend Valium. Stolen kiss after stolen kiss flashed before my eyes as I wondered, now safe in Dylan's arms, where was he now?
Well, thanks for reading! By the way, if you recognize this from somewhere, it's my still-being written nanowrimo(National Novel Writing Month) story under the same username. Thanks to dragon-geisha443 for reminding me to separate my chapters (Ack! This is my first fanfic so please forgive me?), and she is also the only one that reviewed (cough cough). Anyways, thanks for all the favoriting and visiting this story! I just posted it yesterday and I cannot believe the huge response! Which, by the way, does not include reviews (cough cough). Yep, what an interesting suggestion.(coughs violently then falls out of chair)
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