Chapter I: Fall Behind Me.
Fang and Iggy had only recently discovered rock music, but they were already hooked. They'd attended around thirty concerts, all without a ticket of course, and had a total of forty-seven band tee-shirts. All bought via the endless Maximum Ride bank account. "Is this my Nirvana tee-shirt?" Fang turned at the sound of Iggy behind him, only to be hit head-on by a flying tee shirt. He muttered something to himself grumpily as he un-crumpled the black tee-shirt, he found himself staring into the face of a cartoon stick figure. He moaned and curtly told Iggy, "No, let me find it for you." And shuffled over to the pile of tee-shirts. "No! I'll do it!" Iggy insisted, motioning for him to go back to wherever he was before. Fang sat back down on the thin mattress, sighing at Iggy's stubbornness.
Fang was hit with at least a dozen more flying tee-shirts before they found the vintage Nirvana one Iggy had been searching for. Iggy insisted that he needed that exact tee-shirt. After all this was a Nirvana tribute concert. "Well you could have let me find it." Fang muttered incoherently as opened the door leading out of the small hotel room. "We. Are. Leaving!" He yelled, making sure that they were heard. If Sargent Maximum didn't know where they were Angel went into hysterics and Max into a very foul mood. Gasman was, thankfully, indifferent, as long as they eventually got home. As they each spread their wings on the top of the building, he couldn't help but wish that the very unique attachments on his back did not exist.
—At the Concert—
"Iggy!" Fang heard himself yell hoarsely as he pulled the other boy out of the way of another patron taking a stage dive. "Geroff!" was the reply from Iggy. He hated it when other people looked after him, but common? A six foot blind guy? At a rock concert? Fang heard himself yell again, this time he was cheering as Green Day left the stage and The Exies entered. As they set up their equipment, the lead singer came up to the mic. "If we could have a minute of silence to honor Kurt's memory as we play one of the most deeply touching songs to date," He said tuning his guitar. Fang immediately realized that what they were playing was Smells Like Teen Spirit. A few people cheered, but the majority took the words to heart and lit their lights in honor of the man. As the famed instrumental at the beginning of the song began those in the Mosh Pit thrashed wildly, the stage dives became more violent and the crowd lapped it up. They were abiding the request of the band, but they continued with their antics. "Load up on guns... bring your friends..." The words floated through the crowd, when a thought struck him. Why shouldn't he take a stage dive? There was really no reason! No reason at all that he shouldn't enjoy himself! He grabbed Iggy's shoulder and yelled in his ear "I'm gonna take a stage dive! YOU STAY HERE!" Iggy, who was quite pissed, answered with "I'm coming!" Fang raised his hand to protest, once again, Iggy was blind and Fang couldn't hold his hand the entire time. But something inside him told him he shouldn't care. Iggy could take care of himself. Instead he told Iggy to find him at the tee-shirt stand when the next band started. Iggy nodded, he had clearly not expected Fang to agree with his request but he was very excited. He clambered after Fang enthusiastically. When the pair arrived, they realized it had been crowd surfing, not stage diving, that had brought the moshers to them. There was a large security bar, and a rather nasty looking security guard. Fang was extinguished by this news, but he made the best of it and placed his hand on Iggy's shoulders and whispered to him, "Crowd surfing! Same plan! Boost me up!" Iggy complied and lifted him, and Fang felt a thousand hands on him. He drifted away, towards the back of the crowd. Leaving Iggy to his own devices. For some reason, he had no doubt that Iggy would end up okay.
With the lights out... It's less dangerous... Here we are now... Entertain us...
He felt the crowd let him down. He was now, unfortunately, at the back of the mass of people. Iggy would probably get here soon... Yes, Fang was quite pleased with himself. "Should we get him?" A low growl sounded from behind him. Fang paid it no mind, he was trying to see how he could get back in the pit. "Yes." Came a low disgruntled voice. And then everything went black.
A/N: Hi everyone! It's MascaraTears from the MaxRide site. This story is up there too, but I decided to bring it here!