Story: It just can't be…
Ch. Title: Because I love her
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Claw let out a malicious chuckle as he pulled away from Max. "You know, this would be so much more enjoyable if you played along. Not that a lack of interest is going to stop me though.", he whispered into her ear before turning back to me.
"I. Will. Fucking. Kill. You." I articulated each word for dramatic effect, unsure of how else I could express the indescribable hatred and rage coursing through me. I hated him. More than every other fucker on this planet. But he did have one idea right.
Killing my brother wasn't enough, I wanted to torture him. To make him physically feel the emotional pain I was feeling now. He was going to die for touching Max. I would make sure of that.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. Rage was hardly a logical emotion and right now, I needed to be logical. For Max's safety, I needed to think before I acted.
When I had suppressed a majority of my rage I looked up at Claw again, still having a desire to rip his jugular out of his throat. Well, that was as calm as I was going to get.
"Subject appears to feel extreme hatred and anger toward Experiment 9-21-80." I heard the younger, pathetic whitecoat whisper towards the older one. My head snapped in their direction and another growl escaped my throat.
Another wave of rage spread through me and I was unable to suppress it, so I used it to my advantage. My arms and wings ripped free of their constraints. Painfully, I flapped my wings until I was hovering, my body straight in the air. I snapped my legs apart, broken rope fell to the ground. Luckily, my adrenaline and rage overtook the excruciating pain I should of felt.
I dropped back to the ground, landing on my feet, and noticed the circle of flyboys that had appeared at the edge of the meadow. I ignored them. My only concern right now was Max, my only enemy was Claw. Nothing else mattered.
Claw chuckled again as he watched me, my muscles pulsing in preparation. I needed to get Max away from him, I needed to get her to safety.
"Oh, come now Fang. Let's be civilized", he was referring to the death glare I was giving him and the clenched fists at my side. "I mean Max no harm. And frankly I'm appalled that you would think such a thing. You're not the only one who loves her, you know." I looked at Max to see that she still had the same blank expression on her face that she had while claw was…I couldn't think of that. I needed to focus.
"And it's because I love Max, that I will tell her everything. Everything that you unfairly hid from her. Her fate and yours. I will share it all with her, because unlike you, I care enough to do as she wants. I want to please her and I know that all she has ever wanted was the truth—to not be left out in the dark." I smile played on his lips and I felt sick.
As much as I hated Claw for every word he had just said, I realized that some of what he said was right. And that made me hate myself. All Max had ever wanted was to be let in, to know the truth. And what do I do? I lie through my teeth, barely speak, and occasionally I have just avoided her to keep the secrets hidden. I thought it would keep her safe. But look at her now. Maybe telling her the truth would have been the way to save her. Ugh. I was so confused.
Claw turned and brought Max over to the silver chair he had dragged into the meadow, which was about three feet from his original spot. He lifted her, bridal-style (which, not gonna lie, made me cringe), and sat her in the chair.
"What did you do to her?" My voice was surprisingly calm--eerily calm, like the eye of a tornado.
"Whatever do you mean?" Claw's voice was thick with mock innocence.
"You know what I mean." My voice was dripping with venom this time. I was so fed up with him.
He chuckled again, pissing me off further. "Muscle relaxant. Amazing stuff. Don't worry; I would never put my Max in pain." I cringed at his choice of words but felt slightly relieved. If he really loved her, he wouldn't hurt her. If that was what kept her safe, it was good enough for me.
Claw positioned Max in the chair so that she would be comfortable. I cringed again. Then he moved in front of her, and knelt down so that he would be in her line of vision.
"Max, there is much I must tell you." He moved his hand onto her lap and intertwined his fingers with hers. I wondered why I wasn't running at him, tackling him, and killing him. He had his back towards me. The whitecoats and erasers could be dealt with after. So why wasn't I moving?
I then noticed the dagger sheath hanging on his belt. That's why. I could kill him, but he could kill her faster.
"First of all Max, I need you to trust me. Everything I'm about to say is true. Everything. Please, believe that." He looked down and took in a deep breath of air. "Max, honey, you have a chip on your spine. You have since you were a child. This isn't a tracker chip. It doesn't record your stats. This chip has one purpose." He paused.
I took a sharp intake of breath. No. Please. I don't want her to know. Claw turned to look at me, and then returned his gaze to the beautiful angel in front of him.
"To kill you." He looked at me again. "Because he loves you."
