Maximum Ride: Finding Myself

by FaxFanLover4ever

Max and Fang are apart, each regretting the split. How can each move on when memories and pasts keep popping up? Do thier lives depend on each other living? More importantly, does the world? Find out, as the everpersistant apocalypes comes on.It's Soon.

1. Chapter 1

Maximum Ride; Finding Myself, Chapter 1

Slamming the laptop closed I flipped open my window and heaved it out. There. Gone. Forever. Just like he was. I had stayed up all night reading the files Fang had left on the old laptop, as Nudge wouldn't let me use the new one. I read everything there, all of it.

But I had no need for it now; I needed to get on with my life. Leaning out the window I watched as the laptop of my cursed life flew down the mountainside.

Turning back to my room I changed into fresh jeans and a black t-shirt. Black was his favorite color. Don't think about him Max! I told myself harshly. There's no use in crying, he's gone for good!

Of course, that was the wrong thing to say. I collapsed in tears, not even making it to my bed. Checking the clock through my tears, I saw it was 4: 30. Huh. No wonder all was unusually quiet.

Writing a note for the Flock, telling them not to worry and such, I pulled on a sweatshirt and hoodie. Jumping out my window I let the tears come. Pulling out my wings I flew down the mountainside, unsure where to go. Then it hit me.

Not litterally, of course. The old abandon cabin. It was probably in ruins from Gazzy and Iggy's bomb, but it would offer cover and privacy for me to sort out my feelings. Wheeling through the sky I used a technique we learned from the hawks. The one that Fang had been practicing when I discovered my speed-of-light flying skill.

Choked sobs burst through my throat. I was such a sap lately. Through my tears I spotted the ruined cabin. Tucking my wings in I dive-bombed down to the house. Pulling my wings out at the last second, I landed in the edge of the roof.

I looked at the house, once our favorite hiding place, now the home of destruction. Two walls had stayed up, the other two collapsed. The roof was tilted, one end completely touching the ground.

Talk about an efficient bomb.

Folding my wings in I shook out my legs before climbing through an Iggy shaped hole. Ouch. Jumping I landed lightly on the floor. Dust covered everything. Finding a couch pillow I dug a hole barely big enough for me in the debris and trash and crawled in. Positioning the pillow so my back could lean against it, I sighed heavily sounding like a gale and settled down. Tears sloshed down my face, drying in the heat of the trash. Fang.

Fang had left me a lot of thinking to do, mostly about him.