Disclaimer: James Patterson is a genius at writing. I'm not. Make sense?
A/N: Well, this is the end of the road isn't it? Alright this makes me sad. Thank you so much for reading and thank you so much if you have been with Arthur from the beginning. I will still answer all your reviews because I love reviews. There's lots in store coming for me. I'm working on an X-Men, Hollow Kingdom, a new Kingdom Hearts and a Harry Potter fan fiction (not all at once for course, but I'm currently working on these.) And of course there's always my Van Helsing fan fiction, so yes, stay with me. Thank you for taking time out to read this. Without further ado, I present…chapter 14.
Max awoke the next day. Her face was dirty and streaked with tears, just like the others were. She felt almost stupid about crying over someone she hadn't known very well. But that's what he had taught them wasn't it? That it was alright to cry, to show emotion. He had done it unconsciously of course.
She missed him already. His smiling face, his kind words. She stood up and watched his cold face. Her silent tears dropped on him.
She smiled sadly. He had taught them that no one was a monster, or a mutant. That everyone had a purpose and that everyone was special.
She remembered that small time she had known him. He was a good kid.
The wind blew, tossing her hair. It seemed forlorn, like it missed him too. Max stood up and screamed "Why?! Why does someone so dang nice have to die?!" The wind blew harder. It understood. She fell to her knees. Death was a painful thing.
Fang had woken up by now. He got up and walked over to her. He had never seen her like this. Max was always strong. It must be hard to be so strong.
He held her arms and they both watched the sky. Silence was a comforting thing sometimes, Fang had learned.
Together, without a word, they stood up and began to dig. By now, the other mutants had begun to rub their eyes and yawn weakly.
They gathered around and watched as Max and Fang solemnly set Arthur in his grave and cover him up.
The Flock stood silent and thought. They would miss him. Yes, it would be painful. He had been a part of their family, for however short a time. He still was and always would be. They would always remember him.
Max looked up in the sky. A group of birds were circling close by.
And then, the most beautiful and strange thing happened that Max could have ever thought would happen. Arthur's spirit flew out of his grave and joined them.
The others seemed to see him too. She couldn't keep her eyes off how happy he looked. He just smiled and joined the circle. It was so wonderful. And Max knew, as he flew with them that he would be forever in the birds and forever in the wind that accompanied the Flock on their journeys. He would be watching over them. Like a guardian angel.
A/N: wipes eyes with a handkerchief Oh I love this chapter the most. It makes me happy. Well thank you for reading. Say "goodbye" in your review if you have read my author notes. Thank so much! Goodbye!