Fang

Song: Save the Hero by Beyonce

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Angst

Hidden Message is UNDERLINED.

~~~~I HIGHLY suggest you listen to the song while reading this Song-Fic.~~~~


I lay alone awake at night

Sorrow fills my eyes

Now-a-days, it seems that no one can sleep. Jeb had died to save our lives. And, not to mention, help save the world.

But I'm not strong enough to cry
Despite of my disguise

It's seems that everyone else can cry about this. Is strong enough to. Not me. I am Mr. Unemotional. Mr. Tall. Mr. Dark. Mr. Silent.

That's who I am being now. That's who I need everyone to think I am. No matter how off the dot it is.

I'm left with no shoulder
But everybody wants to lean on me.

Everyone is going to Max for help on getting over Jeb's death; Practically pouring their hearts out. What about Max? Who is she going to for help? No one.

She is caving in on herself. It's not healthy. Whenever sadness takes over her, she runs into the forest throwing an, "I'll be right back" over her shoulder. I know Max is independent and everything (trust me when I say that), but she can't depend on herself for everything.

I guess I'm their soldier.
Well, who's gonna be mine

The rest of the Flock can't tell that they are slowly tearing their leader apart.

Bit by bit. Piece by piece. Day by day. Conversation by conversation.

**

Who's there to save the hero

When she's left all alone
And she's crying out for help.

The Flock is too caught up in their own feelings and emotions to realize how Max has become a shell of her old self. She is always stiff, practically never eats, and speaks like me- as little words as possible. It's like an unspoken cry for help.

Who's there to save the hero
Who's there to save the girl…
After she saves the world
After she saves the world.

After Jeb died, Max saw red and killed all the Erasers and M-Geeks in her way. She saved the world- she is a hero-, but it was bought for a big price: Her own dad's life. When he spoke his last words to her, you could she her crack. She's lost all logical thinking. You can tell she blames herself for Jeb's death. Or- at least- I can.

**

I bottle all my hurt inside,
I guess I'm living a lie.

The Flock doesn't realize that smiles she plasters on her face are fake. Or that the occasional reassurance that she's okay also happens to be fake. The smiles don't her eyes anymore. Her eyes show sadness. Only sadness.

Inside my mind each day I die

Why can't they see that the one person that keeps us to together is falling apart? She's dying- inside-out. As simple as that. Our hero needs a hero.

What can bring me back to life?
A simple word, a gesture

That hero needs to tell her the truth: She's not a monster; Not a murderer. She needs comfort.

Someone to say you're beautiful

Come find this buried treasure
Rainbows lead to a pot of gold.

God. Even when she is mourning- She is beautiful, inside and out. She is amazing. She is an angel sent from Heaven itself. Always and forever.

**

Who's there to save the hero

When she's left all alone
And she's crying out for help

All these problems seem to come back to Jeb. If only he hadn't thrown himself at the bomb. If only he knew what he was doing to Max right now. If only he had survived. If only he knew that Max thinks she's all alone in this. If only she knew that she doesn't have to suffer alone. If only…

If only…

Who's there to save the hero
Who's there to save the girl
After she saves the world…
After she saves the world.

As I said before, our hero needs a hero. The Flock's happiness is Max's happiness. The Flock isn't happy. Max isn't happy. The Flock needs to help Max. But they aren't- they can't. They don't know. It's not like Max wrote it on a piece of paper and stuck it to her back. They need those kinds of signs in order to know how Max is feeling. The only problem is… Max isn't giving them.

**

I've given too much of myself
And now it's driving me crazy

Max is so strong. She listens to the Flock even though she is slowly crumbling away inside. She tries to tell them everything will be alright. It doesn't work. The Flock may be blind, but they aren't dumb. They know everything will not be alright. They know the truth: We may never be the same again.

The Flock knows something is off with Max, they just don't know how to solve it. She is giving herself away... And for what? No thanks from the people of the world. They didn't even know it needed saving. 'Savior of the World' is a hard job to fulfill. But Max is strong enough, she just doesn't know it.

(I'm crying out for help?)
Sometimes I wish someone would
Just come here and save me…
Save me from myself

Max is killing herself- slowly, but surely. She thinks nobody is there to help her get through this. She's wrong, for once. I'm here. I'm willing to help. I'm willing to save her from herself.

**

Who's there to save the hero
When she's left all alone

And she's crying out for help

Max ran out to the woods today. Again. This time, I followed her. Things were getting out of hand. I was afraid she might kill herself if she had the chance.

Then, I heard a scream. Not just any scream, either. This one was filled with emotions. Anger. Sadness. Frustration. In my book, this was a cry for help. I was going to be the hero this time.

I took off into the air and flew. Flew to Max.

Who's there to save the hero
Who's there to save the girl

I got closer to where I heard the scream. I was sure she could hear me. Yet, she didn't move- didn't even look up. Max just sat there, frozen. Not acting like the girl- the hero- we all know and love. No tears dripping down her cheeks, no tear tracks, nothing to prove that she thought about crying or did cry except for the extra water shimmering in her eyes.

After she saves the world…
After she saves the world.

I finally landed and took Max into my arms. That seemed to bring her out of her frozen state. She looked up into my eyes, and iin them were a swirl of emotions. Then, Max's deep, brown eyes flowed with one feeling: Relief. Relief that she finally knew she wasn't alone.

"It's okay, Max. I am here. I will always be here."

With that said, she finally cried. She finally cracked open her shell and was one step closer to healing.

Max can survive this. She is strong. She is invincible. She is beautiful. She is Max.

My Max.


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~Mo~