I don't own Maximum Ride. *Sad face
Nudge's POV:
Day 1:
Today was the first day of our training. After we had stretched and warmed-up, Phil told us to line up. He stood in front of us with boxing gloves while Fang watched from a few feet away, a look of pure hatred on his face. I didn't know what happened between them and didn't want to find out. Our job was to block the punches that Phil sent our way. Ali was in line behind me. Angel told me yesterday that she was created to be Iggy's perfect other half. She thought that I would be jealous but truthfully, I didn't mind. It's not like Iggy would over like me anyway. Subconsciously, my mind went back to yesterday. Iggy had looked so happy to see me when he had regained consciousness and he had...I caught myself and shook my head to rattle my thoughts into order. No. Don't. Think. About. Him.
"Nudge, you're next!" Fang barked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and stepped up to Phil, readying my fists.
"You ready?" Phil asked.
"Just get it over with." I replied.
Phil smiled and raised both his fists. I kept my eyes fixed on him instead of his hands so I could see the punches beforehand. Phil's first punch came at my head. I quickly raised my arm to block it but was too late. The blow landed on the side of my head and I saw stars explode in front of my eyes.
"Raise your arm up and out, Nudge." Phil said, demonstrating for me.
I nodded and steadied myself. Phil came at me again with the same punch. I quickly raised my arm up and out like he had shown me. I stopped his hand when it was just inches from my face.
"We need to work on your reflexes, but that'll do. Next, punching at your chin. Shoot your arm out to block it."
I nodded. He starred at me for a second before his hand shot out, heading straight for my chin. Same result. This time, Phil shook his head and tsked at me. I gritted my teeth and told myself to focus. There was no way I was going to let myself be turned into an Eraser. Not over my dead body!
"Ok. Third punch. Then you're done. Raise your arm up to block it."
Phil sounded like he had already given up on me. Anger boiled in my stomach. I would show him. Phil's arm shot out for the third time and I raised my arm up just a fraction too late. I almost screamed in frustration but barely held it in. Phil shook his head slightly and pointed to the stands, where Iggy and Angel were waiting. I felt tears come to my eyes at the expression on his face. Angel looked sympathetically at me while Iggy's face remained impassive.
"Nudge. You're not going to survive this." He remarked before motioning Ali forward.
I turned and walked toward Iggy and Angel, trying hard not to cry. When I reached them I sat down and put my head on Iggy's shoulder, not caring what he thought of it. I was slightly surprised when his hand came up and he started stroking my hair. Angel took my hand in hers and smiled at me encouragingly. I pulled her over to me and gave her a hug. Together, we watched as Ali carried out her blocks perfectly. She would survive. She was little Miss Perfect and from the smug smile she shot at me when she passed, she knew it too. She end up with Iggy, no matter what. My heart clenched up and I buried my face in Iggy's shirt, wanting to die.
I started crying as I wrote this. But it's pretty sad. I'm planning to do 6 more days of training before the big duel! Thanks for all the reviews. They make me very happy. Sometimes happier than eating bbq sauce and drinking coffee. That means something, yeah? Just joking. But seriously, thanks!