To Those who didn't like to see Fexix die, I have a qoute for you.
"Not All Things Are What They Seem"
I apologize for this shortness, but this will make sense in later chapters
Enjoy xx
3rd Person POV
Doctor Redmand nudged the mangled body of Fexix, formally known as Failed Subject 2.0, with his toe.
He spat at it, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"I wasted five valuable years on you bastard." He snapped at the body. "Burn in hell. And that goes for your friend Maximum Ride too."
Something changed in the air. The darkness drew close, the other sounds fell silent, until Doctor Redmand only heard his own breathing…and someone else's.
Incredulous, he took a step toward and knelt gingerly, bending his ear close to Failed Subject 2.0's mouth.
A mangled fist connected with his nose, and Doctor Redmand stumbled back, flailing his arms and screaming. The corpse on the ground heaved, and a strangled voice whispered from the bloody mass…
"That was for Max."
And then it fell silent.
Doctor Redmand stared at the slowly dying Subject.
And then, ignoring the pulp and bone that was his broken nose, he began to laugh nasally, a mad, intense light glowing in his eyes.
The next chapter will be relatively soon xx