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(A/N Hey again! Mucho thanks to twitchip for favoriteing this story! Disclaimer: Although I wish I did, I don't own Maximum Ride, its characters, or any song lyrics I post. I only own the plot.)
Chapter Two
Jeb PoV
Four years later…
I felt terrible about what I had done to them. But it was either go along with the experiment or watch them all be killed. I couldn't face Max after that, who was sent to live with her mother after that drug replaced their memories, plus I think I would trigger her real memories, which would be bad. For everyone. So I told Valencia to make up a story about me moving to Colorado. But now of all times, four years after I brutally took away their memories, shes decided to move to Virginia, where the rest of the Flock, and most importantly Fang, is! If that isn't a trigger, I don't know what is! I am going to have to have a serious talk with that woman…
Maxs PoV
"But Mom!" I yelled. "I cant move to Virginia! All of my friends are here! J.J, Sam, Tess…" I let my voice trail off. My mothers brown eyes, so similar to mine, sparkled with annoyance. Mine gleamed with anger. She just told me we had to move. I mean, I knew we had been having a hard time here in Arizona since my "father" Jeb left us four years ago, but I knew that we could tough it out! My mother, Dr. Martinez, was fed up with the situation, and with me. (And trust me when I say you can believe the air quotes around father.) "This isn't your decision anymore Max. And maybe you should be glad that Mr. and Mrs. Griffiths are allowing Iggy to move with you." She replied coldly. My wings flared in frustration. Yep, you heard right people, I have wings. I can fly. My parents just told me that I was a genetic anomaly, that's all. Sorry, getting off track. "Well, darling James had to practically blackmail his parents into doing that!" I retorted. Mom just tossed her curly dark brown hair over her shoulder. "Max, Im not telling you again. Get upstairs and pack your bags right now or I swear to God I will make Iggy stay here." I just let out a shriek of anger and dashed back upstairs, my dirty blonde streaked hair flying out behind me. I crashed into my bedroom just as Ella, my sister, kicked something under my bed. She was Hispanic, like my mother, and looked like a miniMom. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Ella." I growled. I recognized that box that she had kicked under my bed. How dare she touch it! "Yes Max?" she asked a little too innocently. "What were you doing with my box?" I said, never breaking eye contact. "Um," she hesitated, biting her lip. "I was going to… throw it away…" My eyes widened. "What?!" I shrieked at her. "Im so sorry Max! I just thought that since we are starting over in Virginia, maybe its time to let go…" "NO! GET OUT OF MY ROOM ELLA! AND NEVER EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!" I was screaming at her, tears and an angry red vapor clouding my vision. Tears running down her cheeks, she sprinted out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I fell to my knees and pulled the box over to me, opening it. Inside was a long black feather. I don't remember how I got it, all I know is that it was the thing that mattered most to me. And Ella was willing to destroy it. With a sigh, I made my way over to the computer and opened up Youtube. I noticed there was a new video for one of my subscriptions, a guy my age who did covers to popular songs, like I did. In fact, he was one of my subscribers. But you never saw his face, only heard his voice, which always sent shivers down my spine. I hit play, and the music started.
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down where the fighting ends
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again
Fly me up on a silver wing
I smiled a little at this part, clutching the feather closer.
Past the black where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova's glow
And drop me down to the dream below
Cause Im only a crack In this Castle of Glass
Hardly anything left For you to see
For you to see
There really wasn't anything for me to see, considering he never shows his face in the video and never gives his name away.
Bring me home in a blinding dream
Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And show me how to be whole again
Cause Im only a crack, in this Castle of Glass
Hardly anything left for you to see
For you to see
Cause Im only a crack, in this Castle of Glass
Hardly anything else, I need to be
Cause Im only a crack, in this Castle of Glass
Hardly anything left for you to see
For you to see
For you to see
The music ended, and I shivered again. Somehow, I always felt like I should know that voice, it was so familiar. But I didn't. I never had. So why did I feel guilty when I didn't? And if this guy thought he didn't matter, that he really was only a crack, then he was wrong. If just his voice could make me feel like this, then he had to mean something. Didn't he?
Fangs PoV
I watched, or rather, listened to, my latest video. It was good, if I do say so myself. Theres a reason I never let my name or my face appear in my videos. I didn't want anyone to see my wings. That's right, wings, black feathers and all. The black matched my hair, my eyes, my clothes. Angel, the little six year old mind reader, says that even my thoughts are black and twisted. I couldn't agree more. The only thing that isn't black about me is my skin, which is a dark olive. I sighed, brushing my scruffy hair off my forehead. That's when I noticed one of my subscriptions has updated. It was a girl, my age, who did covers of popular songs, like me. That's all I knew. Her face nor her name has ever appeared anywhere on her account or videos. I shoved the thought away and hit play. Cold, haunting music poured through the speakers.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops As theyre falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Don't say Im out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for deep sleep dreaming
The Goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
I shivered. That voice, how do I know that voice? But more stunning than the voice itself were the things it conveyed. That was a voice calling for help, without knowing it. Like it had been having nightmares every night and forgetting them as soon as it awoke, like it was running from something without knowing that it was running or why it was running or who it was running from. If this voice could communicate so much to me, Fang, an emotionless brick wall, then it had to mean something. Didn't it?
(A/N Yay! Music! And Whoever can tell me the names of those songs and the artist then you get a prize! :D)
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