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" Max, Max." His frantic Whisper soft kisses awoke me with a start, as I instinctively reached for him and wrapped my arms around his chest. He was kneeled over as he held me back, his chest was rising and falling unevenly.
I was in a cold sweat, which was becoming more and more common now. I ran one of my hands down my sides feeling the creases of the familiar covers. I was in my own bed, not in a parking lot bleeding to death.
" Oh, Man!" I rasped as tears burned in my throat.
He was above me his dark eyes nervous and tainted with fear as he pressed his lips against my forehead softly and his well known hand smoothed through my sweat slicked hair.
" Are you okay Max?" He murmured as I buried my head in his sweet tan skinned neck and anchored my hand in his black hair.
" I think so. Ohhh, Fang." I moaned as I let my shoulders begin to shake.
" Max, tell me what's wrong, you nearly kicked me out of bed, you where thrashing so hard." Fang said gently as I ran my hands down his lovely chestnut skinned shoulders.
" I'm so sorry Fang." I wiped a tear blindly, Then sniffed.
What the hell was wrong with me? I thought. I was the brave, amazing, Beautiful Max.
The one and only Maximum Ride!
A twenty five year old girl know, no longer the juvenile with wings. I had been tough as a kid, now I was such a wussy.
" Max?" Fang inquired he was loosing patience, my man of many words.
Well not exactly many words, since he wasn't all that verbal under regular circumstances.
" It was just a bad dream." I lied.
" Yeah, the third one this week!" He snorted and gave his nervous white smile and I felt my heart lift into my throat.
I had the overwhelming desire to wind my arms around my kids, in fact I had been having this desire a lot lately.
I needed to eat Iggy's amazing food and hold Angel close to my chest so her blonde curls tickled my chin. I needed to get a headache from hearing Nudge talk one hundred mile an hour and I really wanted to see Gasman's boyish pout. It had all been so long ago.
" Just go back to sleep." I faked a yawn as Fang reached forward to capture my face with his hands.
I tried to bat him away but he was stronger than me as his wings flared out. God, his wings seemed to glow as if in a purple haze lighted by the moonlight lit room, he was so beautiful, my mate.
He tilted my chin up, as his signature frown covered his face. " Tell me what it is about then, Max, I can't take seeing you spas out every other night. Does it have something to do with the flock?"" No." I lied as he looked into my blazing eyes. I focused on studying his lovely paneled tan chest, rather than looking into his own accusing eyes.
" Well then What.. Maximum?" He finally murmured.
" It's just falling Fang." I lied resorting back to some of my teenage nightmares. "I'm just falling in my dreams… the nightmares! I can't fly!"
His eyes softened as he skimmed his fingers over the soft downy white feathers on my back.
" Trust me Max.. Your not going to fall." He whispered.
" Your right it's stupid." I grumbled. He had bought my lie!
" Come here Max." He ordered and then yanked me up onto his chest. He leaned back into the pillows as I snuggled up against him, feeling his lovely dark wings.
" Love you Max, I love you so much!" He whispered and I kissed him gently.
" Sorry, Sorry, I woke you up Love you too, Fang."
I snuggled up against his chest and curled up as he stroked my hair and wings.
It was all a lie, they all had been the same dream, the same man the same threats against my old family.
Fang's chest was soon rising and falling with rumbling snores as he held me fast to him. I reached up and knocked a tendril of fine black hair out of his face.
I had made up my mind, maybe this was like the voice, I needed to find the flock.
I needed to find Iggy, Angel, Gasman, and Nudge.
At least then if the dreams where accurate we would all die together.
