[A/N] Finally. The start. Here goes nothing. –begins to attempt to write like Patty-
[1.0] Two Years
Two years later
Two years.
Two freaking years, and we've never heard from Fang. Not since… the Battle, as I call it. My flock and I, Maximum Ride, have been searching for Fang for two years. Angel, my little mind-reader- or not so little, she's ten now- has been trying to get a hold of him for two years. But his mind just went dead.
Like Jeb.
Nudge is still Nudge, but three times the mood swings- puberty can do that to you, you know?- and Total was gone when we got out of Itex. Angel's okay with it, but it's been a bit hard to cope with.
Iggy and Gazzy are still making bombs, of course, but with me trying to find out the location of my right-wing man, Angel trying to find his mind, and Nudge being as angsty and mood swing-riffic as any teenage is, it's a lot less fun than it used to.
But all because of that battle.
Months pass, and still no luck. I'm running out of hope.
Here I am, running on empty for the past two years. My right-wing man, best friend, comfort, and maybe, just maybe, my only love, is gone.
And possibly forever.
But it all changes when we go back to New York.
"Max! Max!" As we fly, I tilt my head over to Angel.
"Yeah, sweetie?"
Her eyes sparkle, as if there are fresh tears. "We have to go to New York. No buts. I think we'll finally get a lead."
My heart jumps to my throat, but I try to ignore it. "Well sweetie… that might not always be it. You sure?" Two years after being "abandoned", I've felt like a hollowed out shell. Sure, I'm sixteen. Sure, I'm looking better than I was two years ago- same with Iggy- I can see the difference. But mentally, emotionally, I'm a wreck. I lost my sarcastic, headstrong, leader-like personality, only to be replaced by some serious creep. (Well, not all of it.) I guess some of us have also toned down a bit.
But not Angel. She's still my little girl, just a bit older and wiser. She still has hope.
"I swear, Max! Can we just go?"Angel used her Bambi eyes on me. Even after all this time…
"Okay, Ange. We can go."
"Yes!" she punched the air. It was so sweet. You know Max, the Voice said, You should listen to her more often. Angel's on the, say, "right track."
Sure. Okay. Whatever.When Fang got taken, the Voice became his substitute- only without the actual Fang-ness.
"Come on guys! Right!" Luckily, we were just nearing New Jersey, so it wasn't too long until we got to the Big Apple. Angel tugged on my sleeve.
"Come on, Max! Over here!" She dragged me to a pet store. A pet store?
The Voice didn't answer. Once inside, I saw a black Scottie, who looked exactly like Total. Angel perked up at once. She tugged on my sleeve again, and whispered, "That's Total!"
The look in her eyes and faux-Total made me wonder. "You sure?"
"Absolutely, Max! I can hear his thoughts! He says…" with a look of sadness, she said, "He knows what happened to Fang. But it's not pretty."
[A/N]
I know. Sue me. I was tired. D:
Oh yeah- Total can't talk no moar. Yay? :D