Hey everybody! I am soooo sorry it took so long, but I had major writing block this week. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own maximum ride. (sorry it was such a boring disclaimer, but I already used up all of my creative juices writing the story…)
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Fang's POV:
Darts whizzed around me as I carried Max in the air towards the house. I led them into a wood, and I think I lost them there. I swerved in front of and behind the trees, dodging branches every second of the way. I burst through the end of the trees, and moonlight hit me. I turned around, to double check they weren't behind me, and then I flipped around and rose in the air. Max would survive. She had to…
Gazzy's POV:
We were all doing our own thing. Iggy was in his room, flexing his abs in front of a mirror, Angel was playing with some animals outside (something involving teacups…), and Nudge was on chatting on Fang's laptop. (I feel bad for the victims of her chattiness…) I didn't really know what to do, so I went up to my room. Mrs. Martines (A/N I have no idea how to spell that… I think I shall go check…) I'm back. Martinez. That's it.) wouldn't be back until nine today… I sat on my bed. I wish Iggy wanted to make a bomb right now. Resting back, I folded my hands behind my head.
I heard the front door bang shut. Finally! Something going on! It must be Max and Fang. I hope they're not gonna be all mushy and stuff around us. It's so gross.
I ran down the steps, and rushed into the main room. I looked over and saw Fang standing over the couch. I couldn't exactly see what was making him look like that, and I leaned over around the side of the couch. And then I saw.
Oh no.
Fang's POV:
She was just lying there. No movement. Then I saw Gazzy come in the room. I told him to go get Iggy. I flipped her over, and saw the hole. A little dart was stuck in her back, and it had a fluffy purple end on it. I breathed a sigh of relief. So she wasn't going to die. I put my hand on it, and was about to pull it out, when Iggy walked in the room.
"What's going on?"
"Max got tranqued by Flyboys." I told him.
"What?!" He ran over to the couch. "Where?"
"On her back." I grabbed his hand, and put it close to the wound. He moved his finger cautiously close to it, and then turned up to me.
"I don't think that it would harm her if it was a normal dart, but we should really get Mrs. Martinez in here. What if it's a poisonous one?" (insert swear word here)! I didn't think of that! Iggy kept talking.
"Hey Nudge, you go call Mrs. Martinez. Angel, can you get me a thick towel?"
By now the whole flock was here.
"Is she going to die?"
"What happened?"
"Ooh, that looks bad…"
"Was she attacked by Great Danes?"
"Total, does she look like she's been mauled by dogs?"
"Well, I can't see…"
"What's that purple thingy?"
"Fang, where were you guys?"
"Shhh! Give him his privacy."
"Why does Max look so green?"
"She's been poisoned, idiot!"
"Really?"
"Max is gonna die!!!"
I couldn't take much more of this.
"Okay, everybody out! Unless you can do something for Max… Angel, hurry up with that towel." Two seconds later she ran in with the towel.
"Okay," Iggy said, "Carefully pull out the dart, and then press the towel up against the wound to stop the bleeding." I grabbed the end of the purple fluff and drew it out of her flesh. Blood quickly filled up the hole, and I pressed the damp towel into it. A loud knock hit the door.
Mrs. Martinez's POV:
A very worried looking Angel opened the door for me.
"We needed your help…" she said. What was going on?
She led me to the living room. On the couch lay Max. I saw Fang pressing up a towel to her back, and Iggy sitting near by.
"What's wrong? Is she sick?" I asked them.
"No, she got shot in the back with a tranquilizer by Flyboys," Fang turned to me, and I saw in his eyes the look of the world ending. He must really like her after all, I thought. But this couldn't be that bad, could it? Unless the tranquilizer had some sort of poison in it… I took over the situation right then.
"Let me see the dart. Fang, you keep applying lots of pressure to that wound, you hear me?" Iggy handed me the dart. I cracked the body of it open, and wiped the remains of the serum onto my wrist. Raising it up to my nose, I breathed in the smell. The sour, acidy smell filled my sinuses. Oh no.
"Angel, run upstairs and get me as many blankets and portable heaters as possible," I ordered Angel. After she left, I turned to Iggy and Fang. "That," I pointed to the dart, "housed a concentrated dose of Phsylaik, a very deadly serum. It must be the avian part of Max's DNA that is resisting the poison as we speak. She should already be dead. We need to get is out of her system before it's too late! This is very, very bad." Fang's face went pale. Maybe I should have sent him out along with Angel. He seemed to read my mind.
"I'm not leaving her," he firmly stated. I nodded to him.
"Okay you guys. I'm going to need your help to get Max as hot as possible. We need to get her to sweat, sweat, and sweat! We're going to sweat the poison out of her! Let's get going!" When the boys were worried and desperate, they could actually work pretty hard. Why couldn't they work this hard when they were cleaning their rooms?
Iggy's POV:
After about two hours of hard work, lots of sweat, and massively heated working conditions, we got Max to look a LOT less green, and to breathe more normally. Phew. Now all we have to do is wait till she wakes up… dang. This is going to take forever.
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TWO DAYS LATER
Max's POV:
Hot. Hot, heat, and crapping heat. It was so hot! Was I in a sauna? That doesn't make sense… I suppose this could be Hell… yeah, that made sense…
I opened my eyes, and look around me. I was in Mrs. Martinez living room. I had massive amounts of blankets on me. I tried to get them off me, but there were so many I couldn't move. Suddenly I saw a very relieved Fang move into my vision.
"Max? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine… I'm really hot…" He nodded and took off a few blankets. I still looked like a lump, though. He seemed to notice my conclusion.
"Mrs. Martinez said to keep some blankets on you until you were completely better."
"Mrs. Martinez? What happened? How long have I been out?" He hesitated. Oh crap.
"You got poisoned. Iggy, Mrs. Martinez, and I had to sweat the poison out of you. Then you need some time to recover," He breathed in a huge gulp of air, "You've been out… You've been out two days, Max." WHAT?! I gave him the 'Max-glare'.
"You have to be kidding—!" Suddenly I heard a shout from upstairs.
"MY BUTT IS ON FREAKIN' FIRE!!! PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!" Fang smiled cautiously.
"Yeah… It's been kinda tough without you Max…" Angel's voice spoke up in my head.
'Max? Is that you?'
Yeahhhh…
'You are back! For a second there I thought Fang was having hallucinations… Really Max, he hasn't left your side since you were out. Go easy on him. It's not his fault you were out for two days.'
Two freakin' days Angel!
Silence.
'Last night he was muttering your name in his sleep.
Oops! I have to go help put out Iggy's butt… But seriously Max, go easy.'
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Okay guys! I hope you liked it! By the way, 'Phsylaik' isn't real. I made it up. Hey, I have no idea about poisons whatsoever. Call me dumb, but I had to do something technical…
Poor Iggy. He can't even see his abs.
Yet more cookies and eggnog for reviewers!!