Here's a one-shot fic that I just made up. I hope you like it, cause there is character death and its highly depressing.
Max's POV
I stared out the passengers window looking beyond what was in front of me. Today we are going to Fangs memorial, and I had to speak in front of a large crowd of people that respected him and cared about him. People that I never met, people that were saved by him. The rest of the Flock were with Jeb while Ella, Mom, and I were driving together. Cause frankly, I would be outside flying away with the flock over the city limits to find safety. Safety that I couldn't give to Fang.
When we arrived at the building for Fang's memorial I had to gave the very first speech. Before I could speak the tears I had saved for this day came pouring out. Wearing an old tee-shirt and a raggedy pair of jeans, I slowly made my way to the podium on the stage. Lights flashed brightly and it felt like over a million people squashed their way into the small building. People had lined up outside, waiting for their chance to be in the building. Every room was filled, most of them must have been bloggers from Fang's blog.
I stared at my Flock and spoke with a voice that was quivering, my bottom lip wouldn't stop moving. Even when I mentally told it to stop.
" Fang was like us. He lived for us, and he... died... for us." Iggy's slight less blue eyes were turning red. A sign that showed me that he was holding back his tears. With the Gasman beside him, my little trooper, slower unsteady tears dripped off his nose. And I had the urge to grab a tissue and hand it to him, the least I could do for him. Somehow, Iggy new what I was thinking, and he placed a caring arm around him, and I saw his tendons move the slightest bit, a sign of him squeezing the Gasman's arm. I gave a small sad smile as I stood up straighter, wanting to barf.
I could punch faster than lightening, and I kick stronger than a boulder. But a mere speech, impossible. My guts turned, and twisted, showing my weakness. Why was I here in the first place? I wondered to myself, with furrowed eyebrows. The room was quiet, waiting for me to speak again into the microphone. I covered my hand over my mouth, feeling the need to barf. Right in front of everybody.
OF course, I swallowed it back down my throat, and gripped the podium for support.
" I told him many times before, that I loved him." I said into the microphone, I then heard somebody gasp in the crowd and I watched another person burst out into tears. "But the last time I told him that was a ten years ago." I hung my head in shame, I had all this time to tell him before, and meant it in a way that was not like a sibling. More hot tears welled up in my eyes, and wiped them away with the back of my hand. The microphone screeched, and I could of sworn that my ears were bleeding after the initial high pitch noise.
"Fang... he well.. he stole my heart many years ago. He fought, and never gave up for whats right." Camera flashes went off all around the room, blinding me in the process. I watched my mom dab her eyes with a Kleenex, but Ella had tears running down her face. Angel, gripped my mom's hand, her face red with puffy eyes. I didn't want to know what kind of pain she was having, every bodies thoughts and emotions were all given to her voluntary. My grasp on the podium snapped, and I felt the splinters dig thier way into my skin.
When I met Jeb's eyes, the seeemed to understand the pain I was going through, but nobody could feel as horrible as me. I let the bullet peirce his heart. I could of stopped him from jumping in front of me.
But I guess thats true love, dying for someone you care about.