I don't own Maximum Ride. I whish I didn't because she is amazing. James P is cool :P
I rounded the corner and saw the double doors that led to the arena. I took a deep breath and slowly walked towards them, trying to think optimistically. As I pushed them open, the blinding light from the sun poured over me and stung my eyes. It felt like I haven't seen the outside world in over a year.
I stepped out onto the dusty, dirt covered field and squinted to look around. The field seemed deserted, and it looked like a big dirt hole. There were high walls that ran around the sides, and the top was enclosed by wire fences. It wasn't really what I had expected 'The Arena' to look like, but then again, it's not like it's the first time that I've been surprise here.
Suddenly a figure in the middle of the field came into view. It was Fang! I felt a wave of relief crash onto me. But before I could really enjoy that feeling, he staggered and looked up at me with pain written all over his face.
He was a mess. His shirt was half ripped off of him, and his black pants were torn and covered with blood. I could see there were cuts and bite marks on him from where I was standing, and that was pretty far away. He then fell to his knees with his hands on his thighs. He was breathing really heavily, and he looked like he was going to be sick. I gasped and ran to him.
"Fang." I whispered. He looked up at me and winced.
I kneeled down in front of him and brushed his dirt covered hair away from his face. There was a big bruise starting to form under his right eye, and his cheeks had tiny little scrapes on them.
"I'm so sorry."
I apologized over and over again until he held his hand up to stop me. He then turned his head and spit out blood.
"Stop." He said hoarsely.
I wanted to hug him then, but I looked at his chest and saw bite marks all over. He winced and held his stomach.
"What is it?" I asked as I pulled back his arm and saw a hideous purple and blue bruise that ran from side to side on his stomach. I sucked in my breath and made a hissing sound.
"What happened?" I said, still staring at the bruise.
He looked over my shoulder and gestured towards something. I turned around and saw about 100 of those lion-mutant-things, all lying on the ground dead.
"Did you?" I said as I scanned my eyes along the field. The things were everywhere.
"Yeah, they die pretty easily though. There was just a lot of 'em." He said calmly.
I slowly turned back around and sighed.
"Were there whitecoats here?" I asked, staring at his face.
He seemed even paler now than he did before. I moved my eyes downward towards his pants. The damage wasn't too bad, just that bruise was looked horrible.
"Yeah, but they just left." He laid back and put his hands on his chest.
"You're bleeding."
He lifted up his hands and saw the blood. Then he quickly wiped them on his pants and groaned.
"It's not that bad." I said with a little smile.
Fang just looked at me blankly, and then up at the hazy, wire covered sky.
"What's with the robe?" A little smirk swept across his face, but then quickly vanished.
"Oh, um, tests." I said quietly. For some reason, I felt ashamed telling Fang this.
He glared at the sky. "What kinds of tests?"
"I don't know, but they cut me open though." I said as I pulled down the top of my robe a tiny bit, exposing only the top of the scar.
He looked at it and stared at me hard in the eye, like he was trying to figure something out.
"What else happened?" He sounded like he knew I was keeping something from him, and I definitely was.
I opened my mouth, but then shut it.
"I'll tell you later, but we need to get doing."
"Where are the kids?" He asked as he struggled to sit up.
"I told them to run. Ari was there, and he…well, we have to find them."
Fang looked at me confused, but then he nodded and he sat up. I took his arm and pulled hard to help him stand. He swayed a little, but then tensed up and stood straight.
"Okay, let's go." He winced a little and started walking.
I walked closely beside him, just to be safe incase he falls or something. I stared at Fang's face as he moved. He looked okay, but I could tell he was still in major pain.
I pushed open the doors and we walked to the corner of the hallway.
"You okay?" I asked, still staring at his face.
"Yeah, and stop looking at me like that. I'm fine."
"Like what?"
Before he could answer, we both heard footsteps running down the hall toward us. I moved forward and Fang followed behind me. The he stumbled a bit and swore under his breath.
"We need to go." He said frustrated.
I scanned the halls and looked for the door that led to the closet the kids and I were previously in. I located it among the other white doors; it had a little smudge of blood on the bottom right corner. I then turned around to Fang, he was hunched over and holding his stomach. Once he saw me looking at him, he straightened and masked his pained face with a tough look.
"You're not fine Fang."
I gave him the 'you can't lie to me so don't even try' look. He saw it and looked away.
"Come on." I pulled his arm over my shoulder and grabbed his waist.
He grunted and opened his mouth to object.
"Shut up and move."
He glared at me, but then gave in and leaned on me a little for support.
"You're so stubborn." I whispered.
"Back 'atcha" He said with a little smirk on his face.
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