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Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. But I do want to own Wolverine. He kicks butt! XD
Hey there. I'm Max.
Want to know more about me?
I have escaped from a crazy prison-school, flown in the sky with wings, swam underwater without any gear, tried to cut open my arm with a seashell and argued with a voice in my head
Want to know something else?
I'M STUCK IN A FRIGGIN FISH TANK!
Bet ya didn't see that coming, huh.
Not to mention the fact that I have metal tubes and stuff stuck all over me.
If you still can't picture this, try thinking of that X-Men movie Wolverine. Except change the crazy mutant wolf-dude to a even crazier mutant bird-kid and add some clothes in.
Thank god for that. Itex might be evil enough to kidnap babies and graft wings onto them but they can't take the sight of a naked girl.
Go figure.
"Max."
Dang. It's that stupid voice in my head again. Hopefully that humming noise would drown it out.
"What do you want? And I'd be surprised if you don't know why I'm stuck in a fish tank with a gas mask and a blindfold over my face," I snapped back.
"Relax, Max. No one's going to hurt you."
Like that will ever happen. I snorted and almost choked.
Right. Gotta remember that I'm in a LIQUID-filled tank.
"Max, you have to remember to stay calm," The Voice reminded me.
"Wha-?" I couldn't even send a snappy retort back before something sharp stabbed me in the neck. My back arched reflexively and I felt similar stabs on my arms and legs. Followed by many more. Frankly, I felt like a human pincushion right now.
"Commence sequence," Some faraway metallic voice said.
Then there was a loud BEEP and the whole tank started to shake vigorously. The faint humming now sounded like a herd of elephants on a rampage. No, make that fifty herds of elephants.
BEEP
There it goes again. I can't believe I still can consciously think even when there are like, what, eighty things stuck int----
There was a sound of thunder and I screamed.
I tried to scream but the gas mask was fastened on tight.
It's like someone just ran a metal flagpole up my spine…
The thunder struck again.
Despite the blindfold, everything started swirling, a whirlpool of white flashes and black ink…
I screamed.
That was all I could remember doing.
Fang jerked up from his sleep, sweating. His eyes flickered anxiously around for the Flock.
Nudge was lying on a tree branch to his left, her broken arm dangling fragilely from the branch. Angel was curled up in a hollow of the tree with Total. Gazzy was sitting back-to-back against Iggy, who was resting his broken hand on his stomach. Gazzy stirred restlessly and murmured incomprehensible words.
Fang sighed softly.
Gazzy had blamed himself for Max's kidnapping. It wasn't his fault. How was he supposed to know…
Fang started scraping the tree bark with his fingernail. It was a nasty habit he had developed a day after Max had gone. It made his fingers bleed, but he didn't really care. It had been four days since Max was taken.
He felt a deep pang in his heart. Why couldn't he have fought back those Erasers? Sure, they were an improved version, but still…
When he saw that Max could not take off, he had still stayed in the air. If he had gone sooner, this wouldn't have happened. He thought Max could handle it. Then he heard Angel gasp and he had looked a few yards in front of Max.
Erasers. Thirty of them. And they seemed to be moving faster than the last pack they had fought.
He folded his wings and dived straight down towards Max.
One of the larger Erasers lunged at Max and he landed in front of her, trying to shield her. He slashed at her and she dodged and tried to trip him. It didn't work.
He punched it in the face and he heard it crack. Then it whacked him on his shoulder and he hurtled towards a tree. His back hit it and the tree shuddered. He tried to get up but his knees gave way.
He looked up and saw an Eraser bounding towards me. Ignoring the pain, he shook out his wings and tried to fly up.
He got seven metres up into the air and he saw the whole picture.
There were ten helicopter-looking things about two miles away. They were sleeker and longer than a helicopter and looked a lot more fast.
He heard Nudge scream. He wildly looked around for her. Nudge was trying to fight off some of them but she was also pointing at Max.
And behind Max there was a humanized Eraser sprinting towards her with a metal bat. He plummeted down, hoping he would make it in time.
He didn't.
The chunk of solid metal smashed into Max's spine with a dull thump.
He landed beside her and growled. The Eraser punched him in the chest and he fell to the ground.
Max did the same thing.
He had quickly lost consciousness, but not before he had seen the Erasers leaping into the helicopter-things, one of them carrying a limp body.
In the end, Max was gone.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
He tugged at his hair and groaned angrily.
A bitter tear splashed on the tree branch.
"Fang?"
He heard Angel whimper, desperate and frightened. He gathered himself, taking in a gulp of air.
Then he crawled over to her branch and gently lifted the snoring Total out of her lap.
Total grunted and rolled over, muttering something about wings and penguins.
"I had a nightmare," Angel whimpered.
Fang almost smiled. Underneath all the crazy powers and tough exterior, Angel was really just a kid. But a really scary kid sometimes.
He awkwardly put his arm around her. She pushed her head into his chest and her shoulders started to shake.
"I saw Max dying," she sobbed.
"It's okay. It's not real," Fang tried to comfort her.
Angel looked up at him with wide, teary eyes.
"But it was," she said.
Whee. Second chapter up!
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