Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, Percy Jackson, or Maximum Ride.
I lied I lied I lied I lied I lied...
But boy is it good to be back. Per the popular demand, I will continue writing this story. But if any of you have the urge to re-write or continue with where I left off, go ahead. Just make sure to mention me...
Max flies high and higher into the sky, trying to get as far away from the outskirts of camp, where everybody is waiting.
The helicarrier is looming above the camp in the sky. A similar storm is bursting from on of the sides. So, doing the logical thing, she flies right towards it.
Flying just a bit above it, she dives into the eye of the storm. Just before she hits the floor of the helicarrier (or what's left of it) she flaps her wings open wide. Ouch. So much for never doing that again. She looks up.
In the middle of the storm is Percy. The orange tee-shirt gives it away. His eyes are glowing white like hers are, but he has no control over what he's doing.
"Percy," She tries to say over the roaring of the wind, "PERCY!"
Percy's head, which was thrown back, snaps forward in an eerie, puppet type of way.
"Percy," Max says, "You have to calm down. You will destroy the camp and everyone in it if you keep going on like this."
"The camp and everyone in it is gone," Percy replies.
"No their not. Look down below."
Percy's head tilts forward to look down (for the helicarrier floor is gone). He can see... he can see the camp. He can see all the campers gathered at the edge of it, ready to flee at a moment's notice. And so... he stops. Or rather, it stops. The hurricane cuts off abruptly, leaving Percy hanging in the air, unconcious.
"Hela!" Max calls.
She appears a little off to Max's left.
"Can you please make sure that he gets down safely?" Max asks, pointing to an already falling Percy.
"On my way," Hela replies.
Max, on the other hand, has to fly up, up, up. Holding back the force of the raging storm hadn't been good. It had built up until it was almost uncontainable.
So Max flew higher. She flew up and up, hoping to get even further before it exploded outward. Soon, she had gotten up as far as she could go without her wings freezing. The storm exploded outward.
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"So," Percy says, "Who is she again?"
Annabeth opens her mouth to answer (again) but the sky far above them erupts into storm.
"Chiron?" Annabeth prods, panicking slightly.
"I suspect that she may have been gifted with powers beyond her control," Chiron says.
His tail swishes slightly, and his horse legs skitter back a bit. He's nervous. He only has a vague idea of what is happening. It is rare that he doesn't know what's happening.
All he can do is look at the storm above.
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Max, even though she is in the eye of the storm, is tossed back and forth slightly. She tries to stay in the middle, but suppressing the storm had made her lose control. When a slightly stronger gust of wind hits her, she instinctively shoots out her wings.
Immediately, she is sucked into the storm. Her wings don't help, they only drag her around. She struggles to close them. When a wing gets close to being tucked back in, the wind only pushes it back out again. She tries again and again, but each time the wind halts these attempts.
Finally, exhausted, she ceases her attempts and just lets the wind bat her around. She's tired, and the storm is only taking her higher.
Soon, she feels cold. So, very cold. The air gets thinner, and spots dance around at the corners of her eyes. Not long after, she falls unconscious.
When she does, the storm immediately stops. She starts falling, down a longer ways than she had to fly up.
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Max's eyes snap open, and she attempts to jump... somewhere, but is stopped with a groan of pain. She looks around again, and finds Fang sitting by her bed. He is currently sleeping. But he looks like he's been sitting there for days.
She smiles. It looks like everything's as normal as it can be.
The end. By the way, my previous offer still stands.
-Signing off (for real this time), Mk19