I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry! It's been like 3 weeks since my last update. Honestly I had completely forgotten I was currently writing a fanfic due to my growing excitement for the Hunger Games movie. It's still no excuse, but I'm still very sorry.
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Chapter 7
(Fang POV)
"Maximum Ride, Own-the night like-it's yours, soar higher-than ever, catch as-many night stars as-possible, venture east, travel high, even when our resting life dies."
The words looked blurry in his eyes, and Jeb's voice, as he read them, seemed distant. Nothing seemed to click. Nothing seemed to make sense. Only a couple of days ago, they were celebrating and living their lives. How did it go from a happy time like that to the fresh grave in front of him? He didn't believe any of it. Not the fire, not the death, not the words Jeb had chosen for Max's grave. Nothing. He felt cold, tired, and empty. Maybe he was nothing.
There were no tears. Not today, not yesterday, and not tomorrow. But they'd be there soon. The girls looked ready to crack and the boys were still holding on strong but it wasn't going to last. They hadn't been trained for this kind of pain. And something told him they would never be able to survive it.
Apparently it was traditional to say some words at a funeral. He thought that was pathetic. Stupid. How were you supposed to speak when your throat was tight from holding in any emotion.
Fang sat there, and looked around as Jeb spoke. He didn't care much about what he had to say. They had found a small clearing in the middle of the trees surrounding Dr. Martinez's house. They had set up chairs and a podium while the grave stood there, small and puny compared to everything else. They had wanted a proper funeral but Fang wanted something smaller, where he could mourn by himself, but of course, he kept his mouth shut and nobody heard him.
The flock, of course, was there, along with Dr. Martinez and Ella. The rest he didn't know. Most were part of the CSM or just friends of Dr. Martinez. He and the flock didn't have any friends, so this group of people, who probably never even met Max or knew about her, upset them. And Jeb. Fang didn't know how he got there, didn't know why he was standing up by the podium, leading the funeral and talking about Max who Fang knew would be furious if she knew Jeb was anywhere near her dead body. Fang almost cracked a smile just thinking about it then stopped.
He felt that confused feeling again. The feeling that had been coming to him for these last couple of days. A feeling of conflict and confusion when he'd turn to say something to Max and realize she wasn't there. He felt that now, as if he could turn to Max and make her laugh or annoyed. Anything to keep her away from anything sad that might overwhelm her with emotion because he knew she hated crying and he was there to catch any fallen tears.
But now as he turned to look, there was only empty space.
Fang hadn't been paying attention anymore, but he couldn't ignore Angel's voice in his head who apparently wasn't capable of talking and was just projecting her speech into every one's head.
If only he could do that, then he wouldn't have to make his way up to the podium in front of everybody, like he was doing now...
Fang stood there, dripping wet, as the door closed behind him. The flock, Ella, and Dr. Martinez looked at him with a variety of expressions.
"Fang?" Nudge asked.
"Needed some air," He said blankly.
"Your soaking wet," Dr. Martinez said, "There's some towels in the bathroom, go dry up." She said calmly.
Fang nodded and walked across the living room towards the bathroom as all eyes trained on him. He felt better once the bathroom door cut them from view.
He in front of the bathroom sink and stared at himself in the mirror as different emotions flowed through him. He didn't like it. Didn't like the feeling of mixed emotions running through him. It made him uncomfortable, awkward. It made him feel not like himself. Silent emotionless Fang. That was him.
But your very thoughtful.
Fang grimaced and clutched the edge of the sink counter. He knew who it was, knew who had been feeding him thoughts and ideas for two years now. The Voice was in his head, and he had no idea why.
Your a bright kid, Fang. Like Max, you have your own destiny.
"Yea," Fang said bitterly, hating the mention of her name, hating having a voice other than his own in his head, "And Max is dead."
Everyone has a destiny...
He didn't want to hear this. He didn't care. Right now he was trying to calm down, put together the mask he always wore and go talk to the flock who he was supposed to be watching over. Not the other way around. But he couldn't help it. Right now all he could think about was the Voice and how it came to be in his head. And Max, he could never stop thinking about her.
You'll learn to get over Max once your flock starts getting in danger.
Fang clenched the counter edge harder.
"I won't get over Max," he said.
She got over you
For a second, the mask on Fang's face flickered.
He knew the Voice was probably messing with him, but he couldn't help wonder. The Voice had been in Max's head before, maybe she had never loved him like he thought.
He hated himself for thinking like this.
No, she loved you, but near the end she got over it.
Near the end, it meant before Max had died.
You have a destiny, Fang...
He didn't care, he was remembering something. Something that had happened after Max's funeral.
It had been about a month since Max had died. He remembered sitting up in the tree next to Max's grave but never looking at it. For that brief period of time between Max's death and that day, Fang had been too numb to feel anything. Then he remembered a sharp indescribable pain that spread from his head through his body. A sharp pain that almost made him scream as he fell from the tree and hit the ground hard.
That's when the Voice had come to him. At the time he had thought the pain of Max's death had finally hit him because after that there had been days when his mind had filled with images of her and all he could feel was pain. But now he knew better.
He remembered in New York when Max kept clutching her head, eyes squinted like she was still trying to hide any signs of pain from the flock even they knew.
There was a knock at the door, "Fang?"
Fang looked at the mirror one more time to compose himself before he reached to open the door.
Fang, your destiny is to save the world.
First off I would just like to say while I read the books I always thought of Fang having several different sides, or personalities. The way he acts around the flock, how he acts around Max, how he acts around enemies, how he acts around people like Dr. Martniez or Ella, how he acts around other people, and how he acts when he's by himself. This story is mostly based on how Fang acts when he's by himself. I just wanted to clear that up because it does seem like he has split personalities in my story.
Q: How long do you think this ff will be? And what's your favorate skittles flavor?
A: Not sure on the exact amount of chapters. I haven't even really figured out how I'm going to do this part of the story. To me, the middle and the end of a story are the easiest to write, and the beginning chapters are really hard. Plus I'm extremely unorganized. As for your skittles question, I've never gotten a random question like that, it's mostly story questions, but I decided to answer it anyway because I like answering questions ^_^ Anyway, I don't like skittles. I think they're okay, but I prefer M&Ms which to me is like the complete opposite of skittles.
Q: why did Max die? :( didn't Iggy get his eyesight back in your Nevermore? and wasn't Total and Akilas wedding in Fang? and didn't fang leave at the end of the wedding? and didn't Max's voice go away?
A: I know you gave me another review saying you understood, but I'll answer your questions anyway. I can't answer the why did Max die question. Too early in the story. You'll have to wait for the end. Second, this fanfic has nothing to do with my other fanfics. Yes Total and Akila's wedding was in Fang, and remember, I stuck to the whole story plot in Fang except for taking out a few characters and Fang dying and leaving the flock. Fang left at the end of the wedding in the real book FANG, but in my fanfic, since there was no Dylan to make him leave, he stays. In the real series, Max's voice hasn't gone away, but in my fanfic it's in Fang's head now since Max is gone.
Q: Whos your favorite member from Fang Gang? (not including Fang)
A: Yes I do answer questions, no matter how random. My favorite member besides Fang? Hmmm I'd say Maya. I know what your thinking, WHAT? But seriously, In my head, Star looks like that girl in school you don't like because she's rude to everyone but extrememly popular. Kate is too nice, Holden is kind of boring, and I find Ratchet kind of anoying (but they're all still great characters!). But everyone hates Maya because she's "taking Fang away from Max" but I spent a long time reading all the books for my Maximum Ride: Nevermore fanfic and I had more time to think more about the characters and I think James Patterson was a genius for coming up with Maya.
Due to the Hunger Games movie, which I was lucky enough to get tickets for the midnight premiere! So EXCITED! *cough* anyway sorry 'bout that, got distracted. Anyway next chapter will come out hopefully next week. Again I'm so sorry for all these late updates.
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P.S. If you know me from my other fanfic, you'll know I like to use hidden meanings and messages.
