Does it look like Maximum Ride belongs to me? That's what I thought.
Last time, I only finished the clichéd part; now let's see what happened to Max?
Chapter Two
Max
When I'm hurt, I fly. I'm flying as far and as fast as I can away from the traitors I called my family. I had stood up for them, protected them, and cared for them and now they discard me like a used rag. I ignore my sonic boom and fly, fly, fly, trying to forget all those years of fun, togetherness, and the only family I had ever known. Then came a mental slide show of my life with the flock: Iggy ignoring me, Iggy shredding my favorites jeans for an extra-long fuse, the look on his face after hearing an explosion, then his disgusted face asking me "How could you?"
Nudge smiling sweetly, her as the fully functioning Nudge Channel, the dang adorableness that came with the bloodlust and adrenaline from a fight and the distrust in her eyes as she told me she couldn't live with a traitor.
Then came Gazzy, with his innocent adorableness, the loveable pyrotechnic and his ridiculously bad farts that ruined many a family meal, who when confronted by the choice between me and Angel, scooted over towards her, avoiding my eyes.
I barely notice the tears streaming down my face.
Then there was Fang. Him telling me stupid fart jokes in the school, us sparring happily as kids, our first real kiss, me leading the flock with him by my side, a supporter, a shoulder to cry on, a boyfriend. All such good memories, but then the heartbreaking moment that ruined them: his disgusted glare as he looked at me like a squash bug he wanted to get rid of. In that moment my heart shattered.
Finally, there was Angel. The cute little winged baby I held in my arms, her as a toddler looking very angelic as she chose her name, me comforting her as she cried on my shoulder when out pet rabbit was killed by a fox, her and I walking away from a fight hand in hand. All Angel, all happiness. All that love boiled down to nothing, coming home to my little baby accusing me of being a spy and throwing me away like a used Kleenex. It was somewhat reminiscent of her trying to take control of the flock but A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE!
Wait… her trying to take control of the flock? That bitch!
But there was one thing I noticed: the flock didn't have the glassy eyed stares people get when under Angel's influence. They truly wanted me gone. And now they were dead to me. I heard a familiar band and looked down to see the bright red stain spread across the chest of my pastel blue shirt.
Shit.
I'm sorry it's really short. I'll try to post another one before the end of the day. To me that's midnight. Just sayin'.
