****Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the series by James Patterson about Maximum Ride. I do, however, own my characters that I create.****
I decided to check my email. The other kids were asleep. Asleep in their comfortable beds that Anne had provided. We all knew this comfort wouldn't last, but we loved it, savored it even. I'd gotten the idea for a blog at school. School. I never thought I would ever be going to a public school. It wasn't all that bad. Well, except for the overwhelming paranoia and claustrophobia that I felt almost every moment. That, and the fact that some stupid kids thought it'd be cool to make fun of Iggy. I want to pumble them. Then there's this girl, Lissa, who has pretty red hair. She really seems to like me a lot.
The only reason I'd gotten an email account is because of the blog. I hoped that the blog would prove to be helpful in saving the world. I thought that the more people who knew what was really going on, the better. Why should we keep the whitecoats secrets? That's what they want us to do. I was certain the blog would be helpful...but Max didn't seem to think so.
I had twenty freaking new messages in the last eight hours. They were all marked important, but I checked the subjects just to make sure none were life or death situations. Usually, people have the common sense to at least not make up lies about how the world will end if I don't open the email and respond, because I mean, I take that stuff seriously—well, sometimes…
TO: fang
FROM: justkeepswimming
SUBJECT: FANG READ THIS NOW! NO IT'S NOT A LIFE OR DEATH THING, BUT IT'S SUPER DE DOOPERY IMPORTANT! ONLY BECAUSE I'M IMPORTANT, BUT WHATEVER! rEaD tHiS nOw! PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!
It was the longest subject I'd ever seen in my life. And it happened to be just a tad bit funny, so naturally I decided to open up the message.
Fang,
I'm actually not exactly sure why I'm writing you…it doesn't make sense. I mean, I'm not even sure that you're real. Of course, you are completely real to me. I feel as if I know you, maybe even better than Max does. I feel as if I've been inside your head. I guess I kind of have…
Look, I just really wanted to see if you were real. I wanted to connect with you. I know you have a blog, but blogs really aren't my forte, you know? I feel really stupid right now, but I guess this is worth a try. I need to know that I haven't wasted my life on you, and the flock. I need to know that you are truly alive and real.
I know I sound like a stalker. I know I sound really…obsessed and insane. But, you've been through so many insane, unbelievable circumstances that is what I'm saying so unexpected and unbelievable? I don't know if I trust you enough yet to tell you everything. I mean, I trust you completely because I know you so well, but the thing is you don't trust me. You don't know me. And I know how paranoid the flock is. You guys have some major trust issues… (haha lol)
I don't exactly know why I'm emailing you all of the sudden. Well, I just want to say that I love you. I love the flock. Be safe. Stay together.
Always,
(Should I tell you my name yet?)
P.S. Telling you my name gives me away entirely. I like being a puzzle. I love being mysterious. I know everything about you, but you know nothing about me. For now, I'd like to keep that advantage. Please respond. Please.
This person was seriously messed up in the brain. I mean, they honestly are thinking that I may not be real. They have to be a creeper… I mean, spending their entire lives on us. And, not to mention the fact that this person freaking loves us. Love! It's a fricking strong word… How does this person seem to know so much? And why won't they tell me their identity? Of course, the biggest question running through my mind is: Do I tell Max, or do I not tell Max? Either way could end badly…
I decided that for now, this person wasn't a real threat. Max had enough on her plate, so I wouldn't worry her. Not yet. For now, I'd deal with this creepy person myself. I could handle that, right? I just hope that Max won't get upset. I hope she doesn't think I'm hiding things from her, and lying. We've never had secrets before…
What did I decide to do about this creepy email? Well, I emailed back, of course! What else do you do in that situation? I mean, other people, well, they ignore the problem and block the person, but me? No way. This is a potential threat that cannot be ignored. It's also pretty good entertainment…at least so far.
TO: justkeepswimming
FROM: fang
SUBJECT: RE: FANG READ THIS NOW! NO IT'S NOT A LIFE OR DEATH THING, BUT IT'S SUPER DE DOOPERY IMPORTANT! ONLY BECAUSE I'M IMPORTANT, BUT WHATEVER! rEaD tHiS nOw! PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!
Who are you? Who do you work for? What do you want? How the heck do you freaking "know" the flock? I'll warn you once: You will feel the full on fury of me if you put any member of the flock in danger. And, I don't know what the freak you're talking about, but I'm real, alright? Flesh and bones with feelings and thoughts…the whole package of life. Now tell me who you are, or our emailing "fun" is over. Got it?
-Fang
I signed out of my email, and closed my web browser and blog. I had too much to think about right now, so I shut off my laptop. I climbed into bed thinking about how nice it was to know I'd sleep in the same comfortable bed every night, well, as long as we stayed at Anne's that is. I knew Max was feeling unease about staying in the same place for a long time. And she really didn't like school, not that any of us really enjoyed it all that much. I mean, learning? It was so not our style. I really didn't want to mess up what Max and I had. We trusted each other completely, but would that change now? For some reason, although I knew I probably should, I really didn't want to tell Max about the email. It didn't seem right…