Thirty-five minutes ago…
As soon as Max awoke from her nightcap, the snake hit her full on with his colorful orbs. When he suggested someone close to her, a single name popped into her head.
"Fang…"
"Good," the snake hissed lowly like a whisper. "Good, very good...becaussse I want you to acknowledge that I am Fang."As he spoke, his gaze grew wider and his coils grew tighter. "Now I want you to underssstand this precisely, and with complete comprehensssion: I-am-Fang.
I'm am thisss very perssson you hold dear to, except you will abide to my every command at your will. You will want to protect me, lisssten to me, and obey me. You will want to ssserve me well becaussse I am the sssame Fang you remember. I am Fang, underssssstand?"
Max blinked lazy as she listened to his words. Every time she blinked, the giant serpent before her was slowly changing form into a tall bird kid with long dark hair, black wings and dressed head to toe in black. She only continued to nod weakly, his commands slowly becoming etched into her mind and her normally independent personality being reshaped into the snake's whim.
The snake smiled pleasantly and asked Max, "Tell me, *little one,* who do you want so obey and why?"
"Max smiled softly. "Because..." she sighed out blissfully, slowly believing that the serpent was her best friend. "Because I want to, Fang."
"Now that isss a good answer." replied the snake. The vibration of his coils began to slow down but did not stop its rhythm. Yet, it was enough for Max to make her melt. She started to succumb back into a sleep."Pleassse don't fall asssleep jussst yet," the snake pleaded, sweetly patting Max's cheeks with his tail to keep her awake. "Keep ssstaring into my eyesss jussst a bit longer."
Max's mindless smiled widened a bit more. "Okay," she exhaled, the colors in her eyes flashing brighter. Her face became a mask of mindless bliss, her mind was dissolving from her normal state of being, and her eyes were no longer seeing the serpent's true form.
"Now whenever I sssnap my tail like two fingersss," said the snake, "you will stand at an attention and await any orders I give you. For now, after I sssnap my tail, everything that I've told you will ssstick to your mind inssstantly."
Then after three seconds, he snapped his tail, and a soft *ping* rang through Max's head.
"Hi Fang" she then sighed happily.
I yawned the biggest yawn I ever did yawned like a lioness after eating a cub-sandwich—okay so maybe that did sound a little warped, but back home they call me a celebrity, so I can get away with it, right? Anyways, I woke from what must've felt like the greatest snooze I ever took in my whole life, when I saw Fang right beside me.
I smiled lazily at him, not caring that his breath smelled like dead rabbits and birds, but then a confused look crossed my face. "Where's...everyone else?" I asked in a slightly concerned voice.
"We found the white-coats and their lab," Fang explained to me. "We were leaving to find you, but then they caught up with us. I got away, but they grabbed the others. And Max—" Fang looked at me with a dead-serious look—"They've replaced them with evil copies of them all, including me."
"What?" I growled and clenched my fists at the same time.
"I'm sorry Max," Fang looked away in shame. "I—I should've done something. It was my family at stake too.
"…It's alright Fang. I'd rather not lose every single flock member to those sick bastards." I assured him with a hand on his face—his cold, scaly face—which didn't seem worth the trouble to ask about. "Now, let's go beat the tar outta them!"
Whoosh
I snapped out my wings, getting ready to launch. "Where're they hiding?" I asked, anxiously ready for butt whopping.
"What a second Max, you'll need this for protection." Fang pulled a lethal looking knife from behind him, a SOG by the looks of it. I hesitated for a second. Personally, I would've preferred my fists and feet in combat. It was considered my flock's moral code that we'd never ever touch guns or knives, since they were bad-guy-only weapons. But if Fang says it's for protection, I could make an exception.
"You're also gonna need dirt on your face for camouflage." Fang pointed out.
"Right," I said, so I put aside the knife and painted my face with the muddy earth. If only Nudge could see me now, she'd say that I was doing a bad impression of Lady Gaga, the fame monster. Get it? FAME MONSTER…oh well.
"And you'll also need to wear this," he raised a leopard skin bikini, "...to move faster when you fly. Trust me; we'll need to get there as fast as we can."
"Ummmm…ooooookkkkkkkaaaaayyyyyy…" I gingerly picked up both pieces of the outfit and held them at arm's length. Seeing that Fang wasn't going anywhere, I blushed a little. "Do you mind?" I asked in a shy voice.
Fang whirled around and closed his eyes faster than a mouse trap on a kangaroo rat. I was pretty sure that he wasn't going to try and sneak a peek—he wouldn't dare anyways, not if he wanted a whelp in the ass, so I took my time getting changed.
As I pulled my shirt over my head, I asked, "You sure about this Fang? I mean, how does this give any help to fighting a batch of flock-imposters? And where did you get these…kinky pieces of cotton anyhow, Party City?"
"Actually, they're not made out of cotton." I realized that Fang sounded like he was going to confess that he was cheating on me. "See, a few days ago, I found a leopard near our camp. I took a big rock and—and don't freak out—I—"
Unfortunately, I already knew what he had done…
"GEEZ'US CRIPES FANG!" I screamed, throwing down the garments to the ground. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? WE CAME HERE TO PREVENT ANIMAL CRUELTY, NOT ENDORSE IT! AND WHY THE NEW ATTIRE? WE WERE ONLY GONNA BE HER FOR A FEW DA—"
*snap*
No sooner did the snake snap his tail like two fingers, Max stopped ranting and stood in attention, motionless like a statue.
"I know that death is a horrendousss thing Max, but that isss not what isss bothering you. You feel quite uncomfortable and irritably hot with all those clothesss, becaussse, after all, you're in the steamy jungle. You want to wear an appropriate clothesline and also impress me while wearing one, alright?"
*snap*
I blinked for a second, forgot what I was going to say next, and then slipped off my socks and hiker boots. Man, was it hot out here or what?
I noticed Fang watching me, but it didn't bother me…not one bit. I finally got into the bikini, which felt good because I wasn't baking like a cookie anymore, and posed a little for Fang's eyes. "So how do I look, lover boy?" I asked.
He shuffled his body awkwardly, as if trying not to say anything embarrassing while at the same keeping his gaze on me.
I smiled coyly. "Men," I sighed sarcastically.
"Well, if you want my opinion," said Fang, "I'd say you should go for the heroine archetype if you don't want to be mistaken for the bimbo archetype."
"Like a superhero?"
"Like a super hero," Fang continued. "They need a costume and a different ego. In this case, you could be…I got it, JUNGLE BIRD."
I stood there blinking in utter silence. Then I burst out laughing.
"Oh God...Congratulations Fang! You finally found a sense of humor that doesn't revolve around sarcasm!" I gasped out falling to my knees from laughing so hard.
"J-Jungle B-Bird" I howled with mirth.
"I-I think you're taking this a bit too far Fang." I stopped laughing and picked myself up so I could better look into his face confidently. "Look, if you're worried about me not saving the world, don't be. I'll kick the evil clone's butts the same way you guys kicked my clone's butt, then we'll save the flock, have Gazzy blow up the lab, and then leave this place to go back to saving the world and all that. First, we're gonna ask the CSM to get us a nice house with a Lay-Z-boy."
We looked into each other's eye for a moment, feeling like we've just made fools of ourselves. Then I shuffled my wings and got ready to take off.
"C'mon…EMO-maniac," I said with a grin on my face. "Time for Jungle Bird and her emo-sidekick to open up a can of whoop—"
*snap*
"Not yet, my bloodthirsssty Amazon," the snake chortled.
He looped his coils around Max's exposed neck and robust chest to give her a hugging squeeze. She only stood there, straight as a tree, with that silly wide grin on her face. Her wings drooped behind her back, but they felt fluffy and soft against his hard, dry scales. Her hair shone bright with the rising sun behind, and her extra proportioned petite body just looked so delicious in her little lingerie.
So this was what the School's greatest experiment has come too. This would certainly bring shocking news to the whole world.Maximum Ride, the avian avenger who is 98% human and 2% bird. The 8th wonder of genetic science, a survivor of countless incursions with white coats, Erasers, and mad scientists, and leader of the one and only band of merry mutants called the Flock.Captured and tamed by a low life talking snake into wearing a kinky outfit, and making her think that he's her friend, this Fang.
"Now, you will be a giddy and air-headed little girl who desssiresss me with a passsion." The snake ordered. "When I sssnap my tail a second time though, you ssshall go and hunt the clone impossstersss for me. Understand?"Max's head popped up. "Wait—what? GAH!"
*snap*"Hiiiiiiiiii Fangy baby!"
