Story: It just can't be…
Ch. Title: It's not nothing!
disclaimer: I am here to disclaim any claims you may have thought I claimed. Ha Ha. Back to business…I do not own any part of Maximum Ride.
Hey gang! So it seems like you guys enjoyed the last chapter. Ha Ha. I liked that chapter. It had a little bit off everything in it. Anyway, moving on. As always, here's my reply to all of you who commented. Oh I just want to know, how I'm I doing portreying a guy?
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therealme1123—Glad you like the plot. I know the name Claw isn't the best but it's what I chose. I would've called him Talon, except that one of my main characters in the book I'm writing is named Talon. I love him to death. Fang's brother however is the devil's advocate. He's not meant to be liked, even though I'm sure many girls will love him. So I couldn't destroy my Talon by naming Fang's brother Talon too. Sorry.
And now that that's done, I hope you all like the story!
Max walked out of the bathroom with a wet rag, antiseptic, and an ace bandage. She sat down on the bed beside me, dropping the items at her side. She lifted my right arm, and started washing away the blood.
Let me explain. Max and I decided to postpone the international traveling for a few days. We had headed north to Canada, in order to shake off any potential followers. Now, we were in a shabby motel room, and Max was cleaning the gash on my right arm given to me by my delightful twin brother.
"Wow, he dug in pretty deep." Max stated as she poured the antiseptic over the three parallel gashes.
"Yeah, well, they genetically engineered him to have retractable talons. Why do you think his name is Claw?" I responded. Max nodded her head but stayed silent while cleaning my wound. "Think Wolverine, but not as cool." That got a smile from Max.
Her touch was gentle and soft, just like Max herself – well, the Max deep down inside. She wrapped up my bicep with the ace bandage to try to stop the bleeding. When she was done, she put the medical stuff back in my backpack and came back to sit next to me on the shabby bed.
"What's going on, Fang?" Max asked after a few minutes of silence. "Why didn't you tell me you had a brother? Did you always know? Why did he ask me if I was in love with you? What What was that chip in my spine business? My chip's in my arm, you know…" Her voice grew louder and louder as she spoke.
I sighed. I knew this was coming.
"It's nothing, Max, nothing to worry about", I was hoping she'd just take that as a clue to drop it. But I knew she wouldn't. She jumped off the bed and started pacing the room.
"That's bullshit! It's not 'nothing'! Who the fuck is that guy? Why did you never mention him? Is he right? You're just gonna continue to keep me in the dark when I've shared everything with you? God! I thought we were close but apparently I was wrong. I felt close to you but you were always separate. God, Fang, I love you and all I want back is to be in your life! But you won't give me that! Do you hate me that much?
All I could hear was the sound of my heart breaking, of Max's heart breaking, and of all the pieces falling to the floor. I raised off the bed to meet max by the wall. I pushed in close to her, throwing my arms up on either side of her head to lean on the wall. My breathing was slow and my eyes, for once, intense with emotion.
"Max, how could you think that? How could you think I don't care about you? I want nothing more than to be able to tell you everything, but if I do, I'll endanger you're life. And that, I refuse to do! I wish I could tell you how I feel, but I can't! And it's killing me! And trust me, I've tried to leave! For your safety, for the Flock's safety, I tried to leave every damn night, but I couldn't! You mean too much to me! Max, I…", I stopped abruptly. I almost said it. Stupid!
I knew that I could never return that love, but to hear her say those words was all that I ever wanted. All I ever wanted and all I have ever feared. She deserved someone who could tell her every day just how they felt about her. She deserved someone who could tell her everything. And that's not me.
I looked down intensely at Max who's eyes had become glossy with unshed tears. I was making her cry? I tried futilely to say something, anything that was comforting. I couldn't tell her what she wanted to hear, even though I desperately ached to. So I did the next best thing, I smashed my lips against hers.
I didn't have far to go to bridge the gap between us before the kiss but I still managed to crash my entire body against her. My lips moved hard and fast with a desperate edge but there was still a sweetness to the kiss like none we shared before. This was no one-sided kiss. We weren't on the beach with me being immobile, nor were we in the caves where Max flew at the slightest touch of my mouth. This kiss was both of us desperately wanting the other, a fact that could not be any sweeter. Max matched the power of my mouth with hers as she twirled her tongue around me. This was dangerous I knew, but that just made me want every part of her even more. Our bodies were pressed together against the wall and Max continued to push me further into her. I had to stop. Before the passion turned into something more.
I pulled my mouth apart from hers, getting me a sexy yet objecting moan from Max in the process. I gulped for air, holding myself up by pressing my forearms into the wall on either side of Max's head. I looked into Max's chocolaty brown eyes in wonder. I breathed in her comforting scent. You don't even know how hard it was to not tell her! But, I guess that's the point. It's torture. The whitecoats knew that even if I could technically be with her, that it was torture for me to have to refrain from telling , who knew if I could really be with her. Was that too dangerous too? I sighed. I slid my head down into the crook of her neck before whispering "We should get to bed" in her ear.
Max pulled at me instead, trying to coax me to kiss her again but I resisted, fearing the danger it put her in. I reminded her that we had a mission to do – for the flock's sake, and for the world's – and that that mission began tomorrow when we traveled to Europe. Max reluctantly agreed and crawled into the single bed in the shabby room. I went to the closet and pulled out the ancient cot that lived there.
"What are you doing?" Max asked accusingly.
"Setting up my bed," I replied as I tried to pry the rusty frame open. Let me tell you, it was pretty damn rusted if even I, a genetically altered humanoid with the strength that any human would consider "super" could not even pry it open.
Max sighed. Come on, Fang. We've shared a cage before, thye least you can do is share a bed with me."
I looked at Max in shock. "What?", she asked, "Have you not gotten past our whole awkward phase as fast as I have?" She smirked and lifted the covers. I climbed into bed, fully clothed I might add, and laid by Max's side until I, for the first time in a while, drifted easily to sleep with Max in my arms.