I still don't own Maximum Ride.
BLARGHHH TO YOUUUU!
I SCRIBBLED DOWN a few notes on a piece of paper.
Age|Nickname|Real name
12 Nudge ~ Monique?
15 Maximum Ride ~ ?
15 Fang ~ ?
15 Iggy ~ ?
9 Gazzy ''The Gasman'' ~ ?
7 Angle ~ ?
dog. Total ~ ?
Other;
''The Flock''
All have wings.
All the significant information from the blog was on this one piece of paper. If I lost it I would, like, die. Now just to find out, you know, WHERE THEY ARE.
''Where are they . . .'' I muttered aloud.
A squirrel jumped off of a tree and landed five feet from Sam, he jumped then hit his head on a low branch creating a loud thump.
''Whatwasthat?'' A voice said from inside. I started swearing as the front door opened.
Before they could even get a good look at me, I grabbed Sam and started flying. I flew behind their house and waited 'till I heard them go back in.
Sam was shifting uncomfortably, I had just grabbed him by the arms, we hadn't taken time to get comfortable. He shifted again and dropped.
He was falling fast. Twenty feet . . . Twenty five . . .
I folded my wings and dropped like a rock, thankfully I was much heavier then him and I was below him just like that.
I flipped over so my stomach was facing him, I allowed him to fall on me.
It broke a rib or two but, hey – he was safe, right?
He and I gave a small ''Oof.'' as I snapped out my wings. I sort of flew upside down until we both went tumbling down on to a road. Then we both flipped over and rolled about four feet to off the road to avoid being run over by a van.
''Thanks a lot!'' I screamed at them, pumping my fist.
I turned around, laughing at my playfulness. But what I saw immediately made my face fall.
Sam was on the ground coughing up blood, staining the green grass.
''Sam!'' I exclaimed, kneeling next to him. ''Are you okay?'' I asked like a mother would her son.
Sam looked at me, his eyebrows curved in a WTH? Kind of way.
''Yes, Mo. I'm just peachy, sitting here coughing up blood.'' He said in a serious yet sarcastic way.
I roared with laughter, it was oh-so uncharacteristic of him to do that. To be so smart with me, so it was hilarious.
He laughed too, then stopped to cough up some more blood.
My face fell again. Sam wiped the blood from his lip then turned to me. ''So what do we have to do now?''
I didn't exactly know myself. We had to track them down, but until then we needed to take a bath.
I voiced my opinion and Sam nodded. ''It's been a week now. All we've done is found out this. Just a list of names. And we're not that close to tracking them.'' He said. It wasn't like he was frustrated though. It was as though he was happy they where no where near finding them. Like he was having fun just wandering around. The eagerness in his eyes put a wide smile on my face.
''Yeah.'' I agreed
His dark brown hair and freckles where so cute in a little boy-ish way. Trust me, I had NO feelings for him. He was more like my little brother or my son.
Although we looked nothing alike, my dark caramel hair and mocha skin was nothing like him. Although, we both had dimples and smiled a lot.
''So, how do we track them do you suppose?'' He asked.
I shrugged. After a moment of silence, a hard look of thought crossed Sam's face. It made me remember that he was older than me, but that didn't mean I would stop looking out for him.
''Why is finding them so important to you?'' Sam asked abruptly.
I looked down. ''Well . . . 'Nudge's real name is Monique . . . And, well, s-she's my sister.'' I told him everything. I just sort of vented my confused, teenage feelings into him. I didn't even think about it, it just happened.
I brought out my note. And reread it.
Age|Nickname|Real name
12 Nudge ~ Monique?
15 Maximum Ride ~ ?
15 Fang ~ ?
15 Iggy ~ ?
9 Gazzy ''The Gasman'' ~ ?
7 Angle ~ ?
dog. Total ~ ?
Other;
''The Flock''
All have wings.
It somehow made me feel . . . Safe. Like my sister really WAS out there somewhere. Ima corny idiot, just ignore my weirdness.
Sam frowned. ''Yeah, must mean a lot.'' He said. ''I don't have a family.''
I opened my mouth to reply, then shut it. No exactly knowing what to say. I settled, on just putting a protective arm around him.
Stretching my arm like that hurt my ribs, but I ignored it.
Just then, an odd sort of lumpy birds soared over them. Oh snap . . .
Flyboys.
They swooped down sixty feet and landed infront of them.
Well. Get ready for a fight, Moriah. 'Cause soon we'll be a-swingin'
(A/N sorry it's short, it's 3am and I feel lazy. I promised I'd get it done tonight though.)
