AFTER FANG…

DISCLAIMER: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson… not me.

A/N: I am however the owner of plan –in the making- to kidnap Angel so she can control J.P. and C.H. to make sure AVAN JOGIA plays FANG

"Nooo…!" she screamed.

But I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I was helpless. Yeah, right: Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious, helpless… never. But it was the truth.

A real, agonizing truth.

I held the knife. My hand was shaking.

I had no other choice.

And as I brought my hand down, I heard faint applause midst a blood-coiling scream behind me.

Her scream. Her voice.

I wished, at that moment, that I hadn't made the impossible, yet inevitable, decisions that I had, that had led me here, to this moment. I wished that it could be as perfect as it was the day I left her.

But it couldn't. And I couldn't do anything about that, either.

I had lost my faith in God, completely. My wishes were probably utterly unheard and incoherent to Him.

I didn't dare look down at the pool of blood below me. I wouldn't be able to stand it. Nor would I be able to tolerate looking at the form from which the blood had flowed. And stopped.

They then released her from her binding chains, quite to my surprise, and I fell to my knees. I knew I wouldn't be able to meet her eyes.

She ran to me, throwing her arms around me. She clung to me. I wrapped my arms around her, tightly, and held on. It was the bare minimum I could manage.

"It's… it's okay," I stumbled, in attempt of consolation, but stopped suddenly.

I was overcome by the irony of that statement. Everything was not okay, definitely not okay.

I had let her down. The girl I had loved and whom I would always love. I left her and shattered her, regardless of the truth that I had sold my soul in the process. And more than that, I had just killed my own—

That thought was cut off as someone in a white lab coat pried Max's fingers from my back.

Before words of protest came, I felt a sharp object unexpectedly enter my arm.

The last thing I felt was the coolness of Max's silent tears that had soaked my tight shirt… before everything went black.

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