Disclaimer- I'm not the genius who writes the Maximum series, I'm merely a person that writes about it.
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Malice, Envy, and Hope
By: Brille'
Chapter 1: Bad Feelings
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"Ow!"
"Well if you didn't decide to go playing Supermax all the time you wouldn't be in this predicament, now would you?"
I glared at him as he rubbed on some more antiseptic and began wrapping a bandage around my hand. I had burnt it while trying to pry a stupid chattering teenager from a car. No, it wasn't Nudge. This girl had decide to see how much multitasking she could handle while driving her present from Daddy. Maybe I should have let her inhale a few more breaths of smoke, to teach her a lesson before taking her out. Finally, Fang had wrapped the cloth around my palm and set it in place.
"Thanks," I muttered, caressing it slightly.
He snapped the First Aid case shut and shoved it on top of the dresser," just try not to dive head-first into vehicle fires without thinking."
I nodded, and leaned against the headboard of the bed. We had been in this apartment for around a month and a-half, with no Erasers. It was beginning to feel homey. Of course I still worried about the rest of the flock who were scattered across the states in their various families. Each of them called me at least once a day, and believe me- I was grateful for that. Because, their voices were the only thing that assured me they were safe. It had been two years since Itex, and I was planning on putting all of it to the past.
'But you know you can't Maximum.'
Go away.
'You have responsibility.'
"Be quiet," I grumbled.
Fang looked over at me and lifted a brow," the voice back?"
" Yep."
"What's it want? "
"The usual, responsibility and such," I replied, moving my hands to my sore head.
He kissed one of my temples and my muscles instantly relaxes at his touch. Oh, and did I mention, Fang and I are kind of... together? Turns out something was between us, something good. And I like it, a lot," what day is it?"
"Tuesday."
"Angel's birthday is on Thursday, I told her we'd be there."
"We'll get her a present tomorrow,"I sighed and shifted my position so I was laying against him.
"What's wrong?"
"I just have a bad feeling is all."
He sent me a curious look, a cue to go on," It;s just a feeling, I'm probably just paranoid."
"You're always paranoid," he said, I could feel him smirking, so I slapped him against his arm.
"I think I've earned it."
"Just relax Max."
"How?"
He lifted my chin and kissed me, mmm that's how.
'Don't let distractions get in the way of your mission.'
Fang isn't a distraction.
'He is, and you're right.'
About what?
'The feeling, you were right Maximum; be on your guard.'
What's going to happen?
When the voice didn't answer I pulled softly away from Fang and sat up," what is it?"
"The voice said my feeling was right, but he wouldn't tell me what's going to happen."
Fang wrapped a arm around me and kissed my head," get some sleep."
"I'm not tired," I protested.
He lifted and eyebrow,"you have to be, you took about half a bottle of that Aspirin night-time for that little hero escapade injury."
"I'm not, and are you ever going to let up on that?"
"You could have died."
"I have wings, and so could have she."
"What difference does it make if you have wings?"
"I...um... could have... flown away?"
"Which would have saved you if you were inside the SUV how?"
I glared at him, slipping under the covers and turning away," night."
"I thought you weren't tired."
I grumbled something so incoherent, that I didn't even know what I was saying. After a few minutes of remembering that the lamp on the nightstand was still on, I flicked it off and burrowed back into the comforter. I was actually beginning to become drowsy when I felt something warm tickle the back of my neck.
"Stop," there was no authority in my voice what's so ever. You really need to work on your will-power Max...
He snaked an arm around my waist and proceeded to dizzy me with his breathing. I will not turn around, I will not turn around, I will not turn around. I turned around. Every once of self-control I had went out the window when I came face-to-face with him. I could never be mad at Fang, no matter how hard I tried. He was just too... Fang.
"Still angry."
I narrowed my eyes, then sighed," no."
"Good," he said kissing me," because if you were it'd be a little difficult trying to (kiss) (do kiss) this (kiss)."
He tastes so unbelievably good. Like something powerful and and addicting. Like a Fang brand of Pot or something. He dipped his tongue in my mouth then teased me with it. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, I was becoming one of those swooning movie girls, won-der-ful. He pulled away, a smirk on his face.
"Shut-up."
If possible, his smirk widened and I crossed my arms. Then we were having a staring contest. We were definitely both too stubborn for our own good. My eyes were beginning to water now... RINGGGGGGGG! We both kept staring at each other. RINGGGGGGGG! I sighed," tie?"
"On the count of three."
"One, two."
RINGGGGGGGG!
"Three," he said and I reached over for the phone and answered it.
"Max!"
"Hi sweetie," I said to my baby, Angel.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I want to talk to her!" I heard Gazzy from the background.
"Wait, I have to tell her!"
"What?"
"I got a new power!"
I gulped, what could it be this time?" what is it?"
"I can see other people's memories!"
I let out a breath, relieved that it wasn't something too dangerous," that's great."
"I want to talk to her!" Gazzy whined.
"Fine, bye Max!" she shouted and I could hear the phone being passed over.
"Bye Angel."
"Hi Max!"
"Hey Gaz."
"Nudge is here."
I smiled," that's great."
Ever since Gazzy and Angel had been living with their Aunt, I had been worried. After all, there parents had willingly passed them over to the school, who was to say she wasn't the same? Overall though Marie seemed like a nice old woman who had no children of her own. She also devoted as much attention as she could to the youngest two flock members, they may even start to become spoiled. I suppose you could say she wanted another chance, she had a son- Robert, who the school had taken, let's just say that... he had been a failed experiment.
"I have to go, Aunt Marie is making brownies!"
I laugehd and barely got to say 'bye Gazzy' before the ten-year-old's pent up energy had him rushing off to the kitchen. To me, he'd always be eight years old.
"Hello?"
"Nudge?"
"Oh, Max! I have so much to tel you, you see, there's this-"
"Hey Nudge want to talk to Fang? "
"What? Oh sure!"
Fang mouthed 'no' over and over again, but I grinned and handed him the phone," here you go."
I could hear form my spot Nudge talking about a mile a minute on how the color pink had been associated with her science project, and how she had unfairly gotten a C on it.
"Uh, yeah..."
Fang wasn't much of a talker, he never had been. Handing him over the phone over to him with Nudge was a good way to torture him.
"A parakeet?"
I muffled a laugh and laid back into the pillows.
"With a muffler?"
Fang was still glaring at me, holding the phone away from his ear as Nudge squealed something excitedly to him.
"Uh, listen, the phone's battery is going dead, I have to go... yeah, I'll charge it, mmhmmm sorry about the parakeet... bye Nudge."
He sighed with relief as he finally got an opening to hang up, and I started biting my bottom lip in a weak attempt not to laugh. He still gave me one of his cold stares that said 'you may want to get a running start before I kill you.' I held up my hands defensively ready to bolt, but he tackled me to the bed.
"That was evil."
I smirked," payback."
He kissed my firmly on the lips and I pulled him closer...
Author's Note: Is anyone too OOC? Tell me, please if they are! Also; I didn't read over this chapter too many times, feel free to point out any mistakes.