Ok so nobody reviewed my first bit but I'll just keep on coming! This is chapters 3-4 so enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: The cover of every Maximum Ride book says James Patterson. Not my name. Thus the fact that it was HIS idea and not mine. I own nothing except my creativity.
Chapter 3
Alright, here's just a general rule of life that you should typically abide by. When your six year old sister pulls out a knife and says she is going to murder you, I would recommend, first, running the heck away. After this, you should (A) sign her up for anger management or (B) move to a different country -preferably on the other side of the globe- and change your name.
But incase you haven't quite picked up on it yet, we mutant bird kids aren't exactly...ummm...normal. So that rule of life I was talking about (see above) doesn't exactly apply to us. Another thing you ought'a know about me is that I'm not the talk-it-out kind of girl. I fall under the "snappy comeback followed by a serious beat up session" category more than anything else. But honestly, Angel wasn't giving me much to work with here.
But slowly what she said began to comprehend. The rest of your pathetic flock is already dead. The full force of her words eclipsed into my mind. Gazzy. Nudge. Iggy. I tried not to think of the last name. But I couldn't escape it. Fang.
"Angel this isn't you! This can't be you." I said, tears were streaming down my face.
"Just keep telling yourself that Maximum. But deep down you've always known the truth about me. You were just too weak to admit it- even to yourself." And what made this whole scenario even worse was...she was right. Deep down I'd known Angel wasn't the cute, cunning sidekick I wanted her to be. She was designed to murder- even if that meant murdering us.
"Max you have contaminated the 6 most skilled fighters in the world with your pathetic leadership. The flock's true potential could of only been released if they had joined me. But it's too late. In a few months time, I will have my own flock to command. Not that it matters to you since you'll be dead."
I would never hurt Angel if I could help it. But the thing is, this wasn't Angel anymore. Not the sweet girl I grew up with, that used to cuddle with me when she couldn't sleep. Not anymore. She had been twisted into a power hungry demon. The Devil's Angel. So that is why I didn't care whatsoever when I shot off the floor and slammed her against the wall. I heard her gasp as the breath was pounded out of her lungs. I waited for her face to fill with pain. It never did. Instead, she smiled. For goodness sake I slammed the girl into a fricken wall, and she smiles?!
"I dare you to kill me Maximum. Right here and right now. But first I would ask your little boyfriend over there what he thinks." Her gaze fell upon something behind me. "I don't want this little...mis-agreement to ruin anything between you two." The smirk on her face was hideous. But slowly I loosened my grip on her and turned around.
And there was Fang. I don't know how the heck he got there or even what the heck he was even doing there. But none of that mattered.
I practically tossed Angel out of the way and half ran, half flew to where Fang stood. "Fang, I'm so sorry! We need to get-" I was about to hug him, when he stepped out of my path, cutting my words short and sending me tumbling to the ground. Fail. I thought to myself. "What the..okay never mind, we'll coordinate our hugs later. But we need to get out of here." I said, already getting up and heading toward the door.
"I'm not going anywhere with you Max. I'm staying right here. With Angel." I stopped -unwillingly- in place, as my blood turned to ice. "Do you know why I like Brigid and not you? It's because you never trust me. You are a selfish, weak hearted leader. Angel is my only chance of surviving and you're just going to end up killing me. It's over Max."
Chapter 4
For a split second my mind shorted out. Nothing was there. Nothing mattered.
Then reality kicked in. The storm of pain was...impossible. I never wanted to die so badly. I've dedicated my life to making sure me and the flock survive. Yet right now I was praying to God to just kill me on the spot. Of course Angel was probably going to kill me anyway. But me and Fang had spent our lives together...we loved each other. This couldn't be possible. Don't always believe what you see. Believe what your heart tells you is true.
Hey voice! Long time no annoy. Yes, I do indeed have a voice living inside my head...a voice with the cheesiest fortune cookie advice ever thought of. So voice, a quick question: Has anyone ever told you that you have really awesome timing? Well they lied.
But as annoying as the voice was, it still has saved my butt enough for me to trust it. Believe your heart Max. Fang would never do this. Ignore what your eyes show you. This time it was me, not the voice.
I turned around and instead of seeing Fang standing there, I now only saw Angel. The voice had been right. Angel knew the one thing that would hurt me the most, and had manipulated my mind to make it seem real. (Note to self: Buy the voice a Thank You card next time you happen to be passing a Hallmark story) "Nice trick Angel. Where'd you learn it?"
Before Angel could comprehend the fact her illusion was toast, I was already on top of her and had grabbed the knife from her hand. And guess what? She was smiling. Go figure. There was something really screwy with this girl, other than the whole take over the world thing. Then it hit me. All along, Angel had been perfectly safe. Untouchable. Yes, I had slammed her against a wall, but she knew I would never kill her. That I would never be able to bring the knife down on her. As always, she had everything planned out and setup before it even started.
Slowly I got off of Angel, laid the knife on the ground and raised my hands in the air. "It's over Angel. There is nowhere left for me to go and there is no life worth living anymore."
"You see? Death isn't that bad. I'll make it quick and soon you'll be with your precious flock." I didn't expect any sympathy from her, but for some reason it hurt when she said those words.
She picked up the knife and...collapsed. Knocked out cold. And from the shadows came Fang. The real Fang. Please don't ask me how I knew this was the real Fang. But when I get around him -the real him- I have this warm feeling inside of me as if my day is going to be perfect, as if nothing could go wrong simply because he is there. That feeling filled me up more than I could of imagined possible -which is pretty good considering my day.
But then I noticed what he had used to knock out Angel with and I couldn't help but laugh. A...fishing pole? He saw me laugh and said "Well Wal-Mart doesn't sell any tranquilizing darts, so I had to improvise a little." And did his little half-smile I love so much. Yep, this was definitely Fang.
"We better scram before she wakes up." I noted.
"Don't you want to get the rest of your flock first?" He asked.
"Fang... the rest of the flock is...uhhhh gone." Tears started filling my eyes.
"Oh so I guess those three mutant bird kids over in the doorway aren't the right ones then?"
I whirled around. And there they were. Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy. Then it occurred to me, if Angel had been lying about Fang, she could of very well been lying about killing the flock. I ran up and embraced them, the tears in my eye now tears of pure happiness.
But out of the corner of my tear-filled eyes I saw Angel begin to stir. "Fly away now. Hugs later." I finalized, getting into leader gear. With that we all went through the broken window Fang had made earlier on, and soared away into the pitch black darkness.
We were about a mile away when we heard the chaos below. We were at Times Square, but one glance at it and you would of thought it was the apocalypse . Cars were screeching and halting, crashing into one another. Pedestrians were screaming for help, as if they were being burned to death. The various shop windows were exploding in on themselves as people were thrashed about. Yet there was nothing causing the problem. No terrorist running around, no robbers, no anything. It seems as if these people were... delusional. All seeing some imaginary death trap created in Time Square. Then it hit me like a truck.
I did a quick search of the area. And sure enough there she was. Even in the darkness, I couldn't mistake the little girl giggling on top of a building, watching as her power turned Time Square into a living Hell. Angel.
