I'm sorry for the short first chapter. I just wanted to give a quick introduction to the story. All my chapters will (hopefully) be much longer.
Omigod, I forgot to do the disclaimer. I want everyone to look at the name of the website you happen to be on. Fanfiction. Therefore, me no own Maximum Ride.
"Max? Isn't Prince Fangles up yet?" Iggy stuck his head around the doorframe. His normally bright blue eyes darkened with worry when I didn't respond.
"Max?"
I collapsed on Fang's still made-up bed and buried my face in my hands. Nudge, who had followed Iggy in, ran over and put her arms around me.
"Max, where's Fang? What's wrong? Are you crying?" I shook my head empathetically, turning away so they wouldn't see the tears running down my face; so they wouldn't see that I was lying.
"Oh my Bacon! Where's Fang? Did whatever the new creepy thing those dang whitecoats came up with now attack and kidnap him? Oh my Cullen!" Nudge tends to rant when she's nervous, scared, tired, bored, upset, sad, or happy…Nudge tends to rant when she feels any emotion. She's also a Twilight fangirl.
I looked at both of them and opened my mouth to answer, but it felt like my vocal chords were frozen with fear.
Max, I think I-
Angel, later O.k.?
But Max, this is actually important! It has to do with Fang!
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
I was on the computer, and…never mind. You just have to see!
O.K, be there in a minute.
"Hey, you guys? A moment please?" I tapped Nudge on the back of the head interrupting her (most likely fake) hyperventilating fit. She glared at me, and then whacked me back. I looked at the door. Iggy shrugged at me, like 'whatcha gonna do?'
"What is so important that you had to interrupt my hysterics?" Nudge snapped, flipping her caramel colored hair over her shoulder.
"Angel says she's found something on the computer that has to do with Fang."
"Well what are waiting for?" Iggy flicked his strawberry-blonde hair out of his unseeing blue eyes. "Let's go!"
When we entered the computer room, Angel spun around in the spinning chair, steepling her fingers and resting her chin on them.
She dropped the serious attitude as soon as we came closer though. "Max! Look at this!"
I grabbed the mouse and squinted at the computer screen. The URL, out of habit, was the first place I looked. . What? Next, I glanced at the actual screen Angel had pulled up. It was an online profile…for somebody named St. Fang of Boredom.
Who names their child St. Fang of Boredom?