Hello people of FanFiction!
Topsy here, back from my writer's block vacation. I was going through my old downloads the other day and found this: A SUPER long Max-muse I must've done right after MAX came out. It's still good, just not updated for FANG stuff. Enjoy!
Topsy
Part 1:
Remember Them?
Chapter 1:
Stalker
Max.
He was sure he'd seen her. No one else had streaked blond hair like she did. And no one else could run like that. Busting through the mall like a tornado on steroids. With wings. Everyone else whispered about how weird it was, how Max's family were mutated like that. Not him. He thought it made her look like an angel. A very ferocious angel in a hurry to get the hell out of whatever situation she was in. He'd already figured out she was shoplifting, though. And that she need a speedy way out. He had it all planned.
He still wanted her. He still had feelings for her. And sure as hell, he wasn't letting her fly away again.
No, Sam was smarter than that.
A stream of profanities spewed under my breath as the cop by the sliding doors saw me. Something about the way my arms were full of clothes with the price tags dangling off them (that looked very new and conspicuously unpaid for) and my very shabby teenager look must've shot off his cop-senses. Geez. Some people are paranoid.
I was already running when he first shouted at me, something about stopping in the name of the law, and I burst out the doors to put the cherry on top: blasting alarms. So much for a quick, quiet getaway. Three cops were now chasing after me, but they were nowhere near a match for my speed. Even with my load of "borrowed" stuff, I was more quick and nimble than those guys could ever dream of being. I thanked whatever bigger being there was up there for the lack of better security and skidded out into the parking lot. Any minute now, Fang would drive up with the van and I'd simply disappear…
The sound of tires squealing on pavement tipped me off. Sure enough, a chunky van was tearing around the corner. I could've sworn our van had been gray… but blue and gray were really close, and I wasn't one to study the color palate. The windows were tinted, so the cops would never know….
The van came to a jerky stop in front of me, and I launched in the side door before the engine could rest for even a second. "Go, go, go!" I anxiously peered out the dark window for any sign of guns or tranquilizers or any other non-fun things that could ruin my plans. For once, we got lucky.
I relaxed a teensy bit in the smelly seat.
"So?" Fang asked from the driver's seat after we were a good distance from the mall.
"Two pairs of jeans and three shirts for Angel; a new hoodie and sweats for Gazzy; shoes, pants, and a scarf for Ig; jeans and shoes and two shirts for you; and a coat for me. New windbreakers for all." I ticked the items off my fingers and listed them in an exhausted tone.
Fang watched the pile of clothes and seemed to mentally take inventory for all I'd just said. His brow wrinkled after I finished. "There's more then that."
"Oh. Yeah. The rest is Nudge."
I'd spent five hours this morning "shopping" for the flock, and a good three and a half had been just for Nudge. The things I did for that girl…
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as my peripheral vision caught something that hadn't been there before. Twisting in my seat, I looked out the back window… to see a van almost identical to ours following us.
"We have a straggler," I informed Fang in my all-business voice.
He nodded and took a sharp turn that must've tipped the van on two wheels. I choked back all the "comments" I had on Fang's driving and just held on tight for the winding ride.
Sixteen blood-pounding blocks later, our follower van peeled off. After he had gone, Fang waited ten more minutes, still making pointless turns and routes, until he sighed and relaxed a bit in his seat.
"Think we lost him," he panted, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.
"Agreed." I nodded wearily, and Fang took a ninety-degree turn on to a street I recognized as one on the way to our house.
Slow and short beginning, I know. The best is yet to come!
That is, if you think I should continue. You do? Review!
Topsy
