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Fang's POV

"We've got to move, now!" I barked. Max was about three steps of ahead of me, grabbing me by the collar and going into warp speed. Oh joy.

As we flew closer at an alarming speed, I saw the flyboys moving just as fast, or even faster. My eyes widened, which just caused more dry air and bugs to happily make them all itchy. The flock was poised for attack, but with false hope in their eyes. But then Angel cocked her head for a second, and looked right at me.

Her whole face lightened up, and she screamed, "FANG!" She looked confused, and her eyes quickly looked over. They widened. She quickly tugged Nudge's collar and pointed at Max. Nudge's eyes just about popped out of her eyes and fell on the floor. They were screaming our names, and soon Gazzy joined in, jumping up and down.

Iggy looked at them, fury all over his face, but then he turned his head toward me, and a big grin split over his angered features.

It is nice to know that a blind guy can tell the difference between a human avian and a robot hybrid. I smiled.

But the smile quickly turned into an angry slash as the flyboys crashed into the flock.

They were completely unprepared, whose thoughts were momentarily on me and Max. But they quickly adapted, fighting for their lives, taking down flyboys one by one.

Iggy's fists were flailing, and before I knew it, he took out one of his legendary Big Boys, and threw it in the air, causing an explosion that looked like the fourth of July fireworks.

It was just beautiful.

That took out about one hundred there and then. Nudge, Angel, And the Gasman all cheered excitedly. Iggy, with a smile plastered on his face, went back to flailing, taking out one flyboy when one of his punches sent its head flying about three feet. The flyboy shut down instantly, and Iggy jumped at another, using the same method to take down the other.

Max leaped at a flyboy with a determined yell, and did a quick roundhouse kick to the base of the spine. She jumped at another, clamping both palms against the eardrums, and then doing a scissorkick to the neck.

She looked at me and laughed harshly. I smiled. God, I loved it when she beat robots up. It was great.

I threw myself at a flyboy, and by impact alone, I broke a couple nerve endings—or rather, wire endings—making it shut down all together. I went at another one, doing a two fisted punched right in the gut, then whipping around to do a hard sweep kick to the knees, knocking the flyboy's legs from under them.

I looked at Nudge and Gazzy to see how they were doing, and went at another flyboy, content that they totally knew what they were doing. I kept them in sight though, and winched when they both skydived toward one flyboy and kicked it at the same time, which made it implode.

I yelled a note of encouragement before making the flyboy I was fighting do a nice face plant in the dirt. I looked toward Angel, and quickly ran over to her. She ineffectively tried to kick the flyboy in the head, but the flyboy must have been too quick for Angel, and it grabbed by the leg and swung her around, making her cry out. I quickly took that flyboy out with another roundhouse kick. I grabbed Angel and checked for any broken bones. "Are you all right?" I yelled over the noise behind me.

She nodded and went at another flyboy from behind, aiming a well-placed kick at the back of the spinal cord. Her foot hit the mark perfectly, making the robot shut down almost instantly.

Max's POV

I looked around, groaning. It seemed like when you took one flyboy out, about ten more bounced back on you. And then when you take those ten flyboys out, it seems like about thirty takes their place!

All in all, this whole situation pretty much sucked.

I looked around frantically, seeing how the flock was doing.

Which was big mistake number three.

A flyboy rammed into me, sending us both flying a good ten feet before we crashed on the dirt below us. His knee dug into my skin. I gasped as my gaping side wound gushed out more blood.

But I blocked out the pain of my multiple cuts and bruises, and one extremely big cut, and rammed both fits into its robotic schnotz, sending that baby flying. I laughed, then grimaced. I can't take a beating like this anymore. I have to be careful.

Yeah, like I, the great Maximum Ride, would actually run away from a fight. If you were thinking that during the last paragraph, picture me coming up to you and smacking you upside the head.

I flew up about one thousand feet, gazing down at the battle scene quickly, looking for the flock. I saw them huddled together, and swooped down. But then I braked, surprised. I looked at the sky in horror.

It was getting dark, the darkness overwhelming the scary scene.

I didn't have much time left.

Iggy's POV

My fists went flailing as I effectively took out another flyboy, feeling its faint buzzing stop as it crashed into the ground. But almost instantly, I felt a cold, metal fists ram me in the kidney, making me double over, gasping. I couldn't hold out much longer.

I wasn't really thinking about anything much as I sucked in the breath that I still had and kicked the flyboy with so much energy that it went flying. I was thinking about two things only. That was it.

I was thinking about Max. About how she died. And that Ari killed her. But how could she possibly come back? I know, that's what the flock said. But it wasn't true. Fang screwed up their heads so much it was like they couldn't think.

That built up anger fueled a punch so hard that when I let it go, a flyboy in front of me cascaded back with so much force, it knocked a couple more flyboys out of the ring.

The other thing I was thinking about was Nudge. That was all I basically thought about anymore. Her, Max, and survival. That was it. But, where was Nudge?

I flew around, dodging flyboys left and right, yelling for her. Oh, please, don't let anything happen to her, please. Suddenly, I heard a small, pained cry, and whirled. "Nudge!" I yelled. I ran toward the sound, and crashed into the flyboy who punched her. My fists went whirling, punching the flyboy again and again until its humming died. "Iggy?" Nudge asked faintly.

I ran over to her and knelt down. My fingers hovered over her body. "Are you okay?" I asked frantically. God, I wish I could just see her, see if she was okay, see if she was hurt.

But I couldn't.

"Yes. I'm okay. Just a little freaked out. It kind of hurts by my ribs." She answered breathlessly.

She guided my hand toward her ribs, and I cautiously felt for any break, and then she screamed. "What?" I asked. "Does it hurt?" She didn't give me the chance to ask her.

That was when a flyboy punched me in the kidney so hard I blacked out.

Nudge's POV

"NOO!" I yelled. Despite all the bruising, I hoisted myself up and did a full barrel kick to the chest, caving it in. That hunk of trash went down like a ton of bricks.

Temporarily, the flyboys were occupied on Max and Fang, so I had some time. I ran over to him and knelt down beside him. He was still completely unconscious, but he looked so calm, so peaceful No, no, no, not Iggy!

"Iggy?" I whispered. I gently shook his shoulders. "Iggy, please, come on!" I slapped him.

"Max! Fang!" I yelled, turning my head. They didn't hear me. They were fighting side by side, dodging and punching each others game.

Angel and Gazzy were farther apart from each other, but still holding strong. Gazzy had a split lip and bruised shoulder, but he seemed okay. His sister had a bruised cheek and cuts everywhere, but she was still holding on her own.

I turned back to Iggy, desperate for some sign, something that would say that he'll be okay.

It was that moment, that second, that I realized something.

I loved him.

I've never felt this way about anyone, about anything before. But all I know was that this emptiness, this, closed in space that I've had for so long, something I've never realized I had, but something that there all along, that suddenly was filled with this knowledge.

Huh, I sound like a twenty year old, for crying out loud. I was only eleven. I felt like crying, like pushing all this stuff away.

But I didn't.

Instead, I slowly bent down, looking into his unseeing eyes, and kissed him.

It was about the most amazingest thing, like, ever.

Yeah, I know, I'm probably, like, way, too young for this stuff, but this was Iggy. And if you were me, you would have done the exact same thing.

Unwillingly, I let go, and looked into his eyes, hoping, praying that they were open.

They were. And they looked right at me, smiling.

Max's POV

"Fang, we can't hold on to this much longer!" I shouted as I took out another flyboy.

We were losing this fight, and I knew it. The flock was in bad shape, with Gazzy and Angel barely hanging on. And Iggy and Nudge were—wait, where were they? "Fang! Where's Nudge and Iggy?" I yelled. He looked around and shrugged, putting a roundhouse kick to a flyboy's head, knocking it clean off.

I looked down at my wound, and winced again. It was now gushing blood, and I was now starting to feel a little lightheaded. But I clenched my teeth and fought on, only to be hit in the gut. I doubled over, and was immediately knocked down.

I couldn't do this anymore.

I closed my eyes, expecting to feel the pain of the fatal blow. Never seeing it come, I looked, up.

And came face to face with Max II, who was wiping her hands on our identical jeans.

I could see the fatal cut on her that killed me, except for one key difference.

It was healing.

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