AN: Whoa, first update in like 2 months or something like that. Sorry, guys!
I've been super busy with Marching Band, work, and karate! :D
Plus, I also went through an "I suck at writing" phase...so, I just lost motivation to write for a while. But, now I'm back and I'm falling in love with this story again (not all of the stories that I'm working on...just this one. XD) so, hopefully, there should be more frequent updates.
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Um, this is from Max's point of view and that's about all. So, hope you guys enjoy! :3
I've broken a lot of bones in my short, bird-kid lifetime. I've also had a lot of fights in said lifetime. But none of the broken bones had been caused by a stranger with wings, and none of the fights had been this meaningful. I wasn't quite sure what the meaning of it was, because ultimately, as much as I hated to admit it, we came out in a draw. Although, the fight did make me hate her even more. So, as we were flying to my mothers house again, I cradled my arm in my good hand and gave her the death look for all I was worth. Fang followed my lead, looking extremely ticked off. Which, I must say, warmed my heart.
The rest of the Flock was silent as we went along, and I guessed they realized I wasn't in a mood to answer questions. Which was an understatement if I had ever heard one.
After a long while, Fang swerved in closer to me and I watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something witty about my recent Max-induced fight.
"So, working out some issues are we?" He smirked, quoting what I had told him about a century ago when he fought Ari. I scowled and shot out my functioning arm to smack him soundly in the head.
"Shut up." I snapped. He did, but not before shooting me a worried glance and what's-her-face another hateful one. I didn't know what I had expected her fighting skills to be like, but I sure as heck wasn't banking on getting a broken arm in a fight with her. I was trying to focus all my energy into ignoring the pain in my clearly messed up arm, and somehow by hating our so called 'New Flock Member,' the pain was almost completely forgotten. In fact, if I had to choose between advil and hate, hate would win every time.
Now, I'm not a hateful, murderous, psychopathic bird-kid. In fact, I'm pretty much the opposite, as experiences such as not killing my clone, rescuing my would-be killer and half-brother Ari, and not killing another genetically enhanced freak named Omega would suggest. But for reasons that I could and couldn't name, I really hated this random stranger. And our fun little fight had basically just ensured her removal from the Flock. And there would be no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I shot a hard look at Angel with this thought, and her eyes widened as she realized just how serious I was.
But then, since my life is full of fun little twists, I realized that her eyes didn't widen because I was serious, it was because of the gi-freaking-normous army of what looked like the Schools brand new toys. Because, hey, like my life wasn't complete enough with a broken arm and a stranger in our midst!
"Ig, huge army of what looks like robots at 3 o' clock!" I shouted over to him. He nodded once and turned to face them. They were advancing quickly, and I got the feeling this batch wasn't going to be as easy to take down as M-geeks and what not. I reacted without a minutes hesitation and zoomed over to one of them and launched a powerful round-kick that would have snapped a humans neck. But instead of doing anything close to snapping, this robots head did the most creepy thing. Once my foot impacted, it's head simply rotated all the way around until it faced me once more. I mentally cringed before launching into a barage of punches, jabs and kicks, which, let me tell you, isn't so easy with a broken arm. I made a note to myself to hate Daveigh even more for messing with my fighting abilities.
The barages didn't do jack squat to this stupid C3PO, save for maybe a slight drop in altitude. I scowled at it, wanting to cuss at it, but realized that wouldn't exactly do anything. I shot upwards into the air, waiting for it to follow me as I glanced around to check on the Flock. All of them were fighting virtually ineffective battles as well. I cast a furious glance at Daveigh, who was hovering wide eyed in front of several robots, but still fighting with an intensity that only bird-kids getting attacked by things such as robots can have.
"Max!" I heard Gazzy shout as he flung himself over the robots head. It grabbed his ankle and swung him viciously around before tossing him carelessly to the side. I was about to dart over when I saw him pull himself out of the descent and veer around in the opposite direction. "Get away from here!" I didn't need to be told twice. I tucked in my wings and began a plummet downwards. I glanced upwards and saw my flock scatter quickly, realizing what Gazzy was up to. It must have taken a second for Daveigh to register that Gazzy was about to use a massive explosive, because she stared, bewildered for a moment as the flock scattered. However, she looked like she was about to get moving when Iggy shot past her, grabbing her by the arm as he did so, yanking her down with him at a much faster speed than what she probably would have moved at.
It was shortly after he grabbed her that there was a deafening boom! Almost instantly, chunks of robots began pelting me and I tried my best to shield myself from them but despite my efforts was clocked in the leg, wing, and shoulder with what looked like Robo-arms. An experience that is almost as disqusting as it is painful, let me tell you. I made an 'eww' face before snapping out my wings to catch myself a hundred feet above ground and coasted to my left to meet up with my Flock and Stranger. I scanned the sky as I did so and to my relief, I saw no robots. But, as I thought about it, that just meant Iggy and the Gasman were coming up with some pretty scary bombs. Those stinkers.
"Report!" I shouted as I gained altitude.
"M' alright." Nudge slurred slightly through a bloody lip. I also noticed half of her face was swelling already.
"I'm okay." Angel croaked, sounding winded and containing several new gashes on her tiny body.
"That was awesome!" Gazzy exclaimed, shooting downwards to hover next to Nudge. He had burns up his arms, which didn't surprise me. But other than that he looked unscathed.
"You had that bomb in your pockets, and I didn't even know?!" Iggy demanded, sounding awed, jealous, and determined to outdo him all at once. I frowned. The last thing we needed was a Cold War between Iggy and the Gasman. Daveigh looked shaken from the fight, and shell shocked from the Gasman's fun little habit of carrying dangerous explosives. Aside from her broken arm, blossoming black eye, and a large amount of blood dripping down the side of her skull, she seemed unharmed. Iggy must have realized that he was still grasping her forearm and hastily released it, awkwardly shifting towards Gazzy.
"I'm fine." Fang said softly, coasting up behind me. My stomach, which had been in knots before his report eased slightly and I felt myself relax. I turned to face him and took in the sight of him. Out of everyone, he seemed to be the least injured with nothing more than the usual bumps and bruises that come with being attacked. I smiled and without thinking about it, surged forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. His eyes widened in surprise before smirking slightly into the kiss, but before the smirk could fully develop, I surged upwards a couple of feet to hover slightly above the Flock and Stranger.
"Okay, so after being attacked on the way to my mothers, I don't think we should go to said mother's for a couple of days."
"But Max, what about you and Daveigh's arms?" Angel asked with concern as she glanced between the two of us.
"It'll have to wait, I don't want my mother to be put in danger." I replied shortly.
"One day." Fang told me, eyes narrowed. I could tell he knew where I was coming from, bless his mutant soul, but I also knew that he hated the idea of me walking around with a broken arm for too long. Sheesh, boyfriends and their wierd values. I shot him a look that conveyed the message "It doesn't even hurt!" But as I conveyed the look, I realized it wasn't particularly true. Sure, I had broken both of my arms plenty of times and was used to the pain that came with it. And sure, I had gotten great at blocking out most types of pain. But, now that the adrenaline of the fight was wearing off, the pain was slowly resurfacing and it was hurting like heck. I inwardly winced as I looked down at it and noticed that it didn't look like a clean break either, which would explain the higher amount of pain I was feeling in comparison to all my other breaks.
So that was that. My least favorite stranger had officially earned herself a one way ticket out of here.
"Max!" Angel thought to me, sounding pretty angry for someone who had only known the stranger for about a week. "You can't do this! It's not fair!"
"Not fair? Sweetie, if life was fair, we wouldn't be on the run, we wouldn't have been experimented on, and we'd have normal lives." I replied, but the instant I thought it, I regretted it. Her expression instantly went from anger to one of the saddest expressions I'd ever seen. "I'm sorry, Angel. I shouldn't have said that. But, the point is, she broke my arm. Fang and I don't trust her, and you know this. I know to you having a new flock member sounds great, but I think that your letting that fact get in the way of everything else."
"But Max, you broke her arm first! Your the one that stuck around after we left to start the fight! If you expect us to go by what you said, then I think you should be the one leaving. Because you started everything that you just accused her of." She glared at me and it was my turn to be taken aback. Me being the articulate person I am, surprisingly couldn't think of anything to say to this. "She's not leaving, you can't make her."
"Angel, you know just as much as I do that she doesn't want to be with us anyway! If I told her she could get her sorry butt out of here, you know she'd be gone." It was Angel's turn to be speechless...or in this case, thoughtless. I used this moment of silence to make an announcement to the Flock and stranger who were now staring at us like we were the next best thing since Lost.
"Okay, you guys, we're going to find a place to hunker down for the rest of today and tonight. Stay alert." The majority of the Flock nodded and with that I gave a powerful downstroke to head southwest. Where ever we were going, when we got there, Daveigh would be out of here.
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AN: Eheh, sorry all you who have been waiting patiently for some Daveigh/Iggy stuff...I was more preocupied with some Maximum Ride classic fighting and violence.
But, it's coming, I swear! :3