AN: A rather disjointed chapter, I'm afraid. Though I suppose that's nothing new, right? Funny, I do believe that it is my favorite chapter. Haha, yes… I have drawn a line somewhere I have made my point and was extremely harsh about it. Pure fun on my part. I shall laugh at the people who are offended by this.
Enjoy!
Chapter Six: Making the Point
"Demon! Foul beast! God's forsaken! Wicked fiend!" Iggy screamed, pointing at the girl. Fang could do nothing but look bewildered at his friend's phobia.
"WTF, man," Tanya said, annoyed even though she was wringing the seams of her muumuu in a nervous gesture, "That's hella rude…"
"Monster! Blood-thirsty zombie! Fangirl! The devil's spawn!" continued Iggy without pause of breath.
Max, the ever problem solver, literally smacked some sense into the hysterical boy by detaching him from Fang and hitting him over the head with Total. The dog had finally found his true purpose for his whole existence.
Sense smacked and dazed, Iggy quieted down. However, he often gave out little whimpers whenever he anxiously glanced towards the self-insertion. The blind boy kept at least a minimum distance of six feet. The flock plus Mini were also avoiding direct contact, though they did not seem as afraid as Iggy.
The girl, on the other hand, appeared very awkward. She gave curious looks to each flock member, mouth twitching as if she wanted to say something, but was having second and fifth thoughts about it. The girl herself was very average in looks and maybe was even leaning towards the ugly side of things, muumuu or not. She had straight black hair, a tanned complexion, and every teen's ire of having acne problems. In fact, compared with the gorgeous-not-so-average- flock... Iggy had a pretty accurate description of her. Monster.
"You're… so… ordinary," Angel blurted out.
Nudge interjected, peering closely at the girl. She shook her head.
"Nah. I wouldn't say completely ordinary," Nudge said, thoughtfully, "Everyone has something unique about their features. I'd say she's a bit… unattractive. That's something unique. Not unattractive or pretty enough for a second glance though. Somewhere in the middle. Like a C minus or a D plus."
The girl looked offended.
"Well… thanks," she muttered, self-consciously tucking strands of her hair over her ear, "Look. I think I have some right to ask why there are seven strangers in my house, uninvited. What are you people doing here?"
"Eight," corrected Total, sounding sour.
"Nine!" piped Angel, holding up a very dirty and torn teddy bear.
The self-insertion looked at the talking dog and completely ignored Angel. A look of pure disdain crossed her face and for one quick moment, she had a murderous intent lurking behind her black-rimmed glasses. However, the expression was gone the second Max spoke up.
"My name's Max and these are my friends. We're all avian hybrids that are being chased by Erasers, which are werewolf-like monsters. The Erasers were sent from a place called the School runned by people we call the whitecoats, or scientists. Since our creation, I was told that-"
Tanya gave Max a strange stare which prompted the flock leader to sigh and stop talking. Usually, self-insertions would pick up right away what was going on. Insertions were pretty troublesome things, often turning the storyline into some insane and freakishly comedic events. While Max had a notion that her life was just one big piece of satire at the moment, she still didn't like the idea of a self-insertion screwing with the plot and turning it into one big and ugly OOC-drabble of nonsense.
"Well, since you have no idea what I'm talking about," Max muttered, "I guess you'll be taking over the storyline now…"
"Oh, actually, I understand the general concept," Tanya said, waving her hand airily, "I believe I've read a few books about your exploits."
"Oh," Max said, frowning, "then why do you look so confused?"
Tanya suddenly turned away and muttered something under her breath, hiding the move with a weak cough. Max thought she heard the words, 'novels', 'fiction', and 'crazy'.
"Pardon?"
"It's… nothing," Tanya sniffed. Peering closely at Minimum, she blinked in mild surprise. "Hey! Have we met?"
Minimum took a cautious step back.
"Uh. No," he said, putting his hands up, "If we did, I'm sure I'd recognize such a… cu-… c-… cute… f-face."
The flock was able to stay silent for a grand total of three seconds before exploding into uncontrolled laughter. Fang and Minimum even exchanged high-fives with each other.
"Hah! Cute! Nice one!" howled Nudge, leaning forward and holding her stomach.
"Even Mini was having a hard time trying to flirt with her!" Gazzy grinned.
"An A for the effort, man," Max chuckled, patting Mini on the shoulder.
Tanya's bottom lip trembled, but she appeared more irritated than hurt. Honestly, she didn't think she was that ugly. Well, compared with the flock… their standards of 'good-looking' were just higher than hers. She waited with forced patience for the flock to settle down. After three minutes, Tanya became noticeably cross and made a move to kick Total. However, the dog leapt out of the way and everyone stopped in anticipation for the dog to be brutally injured. Unfortunately, Tanya's aim wasn't as sharp as her intent so her foot went astray and kicked nothing but air and Iggy's shin.
Iggy yelped and screamed, backing away until his back hit the wall on the other side of the room. He slid down to the floor and started inspecting his bruised shin. He furiously wiped the area with a piece of his shirt as if it was dirty with mud.
"My bad! Are you okay?" Tanya asked, coming up to him and was about to offer a hand up.
Iggy gave her the deer-in-the-headlights look and shrieked, terrified that the sound of her voice was breeching his six-foot limit. The flock quickly grabbed on to Tanya and pulled her away.
"I was only trying to help," Tanya said apologetically, wincing as Iggy gave another scream.
"Thanks. It's doing wonders for him," Fang said, being helpfully sarcastic.
"I can see we're all going to get along well," Tanya muttered. She sighed and then spoke, trying to be louder than Iggy, "Okay. Back to my question. Why are you guys here?"
Mini and Max smiled appealingly.
"We want to take over your house-"
"-because the Erasers were chasing us-"
"-and we have no where else-"
"-to hide."
"So can we?" they both finished together.
Tanya regarded them with an unabashed stare of disbelief.
"That was disgustingly cute," she said with a twitch of her right eye, "Are you guys a couple?"
Fang gurgled something, but Mini took Max's hand and kissed it.
"That obvious, was it?" he asked with a sly grin.
Max blushed and looked as if she was about to protest. After taking a deep breath through the nose, she didn't bother saying anything in the end. Fax supporters would have been shocked to see that she appeared mildly pleased, if not embarrassed, by Mini.
Fang was absolutely crushed. Had there been an unoccupied corner in the room, he would've been in it. Fortunately, all the corners were in various stages of disarray and cheerfulness that cramped his style.
Tanya glanced back and forth from Mini, Max, and Fang. She frowned at the love-triangle and thought it was a horrible plot device to give the story more drama. Not to mention that she broke the forth wall a number of times already…
The backyard door started to bang loudly. The flock stiffened and Tanya started walking towards it.
"Who is it?" she called.
The reply was a maniacal howl and something that sounded suspiciously like claws scrapping against wood and glass.
"Don't answer it!" shouted Gazzy when Tanya put her hand on the doorknob, "Those are the Erasers!"
Tanya drew back hastily. Noticeably getting jumpy, she ran past the flock and went back into the kitchen. The flock followed her with a surprisingly amount of calm and nonchalance.
"Oh, my god!" Tanya stuttered, grabbing her telephone, "Don't worry, I have the police on speed dial!"
However, Max suddenly tackled Tanya down before she could even press a button. She snatched the phone away and threw it over her shoulder.
"Don't call them!" Max said, pinning Tanya to the ground.
"What?! Well, you didn't have to tackle me!"
"Yes. Yes, I did," Max said, matter-of-factly. She stood back up and brushed she jeans. Maximum Ride had a natural flair for dramatics. A simple verbal command could not compare with the satisfaction of a good tackle. Tanya, on the other hand, had a different opinion.
"Those Erasers are going to break my door down!"
"How strong is your door?" Fang asked, studying the bending wood as the Erasers outside were pushing against it.
"How should I know!" Tanya nearly screamed. Her private life was getting invaded, she was in a muumuu, and she was getting pulled into a bizarre situation that she didn't think was possible. Today wasn't her day.
"Well," Fang began, "the door looks strong enough. I doubt that they'll break it down. We can escape through your front door."
Tanya blinked and did an excellent job of looking confused as heck.
"It'll take the Erasers a while to figure out that there are more doors and windows to break in," he added.
The flock nodded, save for Iggy who refused direct eye contact with the self-insertion… for some pointless reason.
"Alright, then let's go!" Tanya said, anxious to not be devoured by the Erasers. She was the one who couldn't fly, so she had plenty to worry about.
"In that?" Angel asked, gesturing with the muumuu.
Tanya threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Duh! It's not like I'm taking my time escaping from bloodthirsty bipedal wolf experiments!"
The flock winced. They were always one for a decent fashion sense.
"I don't want to be embarrassed by you," Mini said, "Get changed or we'll leave you to the Erasers."
"Am I the only sane one here?" Tanya asked, genuinely frustrated.
"I would rather be dead than get caught escaping with someone that looks like you," Gazzy mumbled. The rest of the flock nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, the door creaked in protest and they could hear the wood start to splinter.
"Fine!" Tanya shouted, already running to her room and slamming the door. There was a brief ruckus coming from her room. After the sound of drawers slamming and clothes being shuffled stopped, she came out of her room. It wasn't much on an improvement, but Tanya had traded in her muumuu for a dull grey sleeveless turtleneck shirt and a pair of dark jeans with faded pink flowery ankle socks. It took her three minutes to dress and by her panting, this suggested that it was a new record for her.
"That it?" asked Mini, looking at Tanya up and down. His expression hinted that Tanya could've done way better.
"Yeah! Sorry I took so long. The Erasers aren't in yet?" she asked, horrifyingly oblivious about her disregard for a good sense of fashion.
"Where are your glasses?"
"Contacts," Tanya answered, eyes twitching and blinking.
"Oh… that explains it," muttered Fang.
The door conveniently chose to break open at that moment. About eleven Erasers came piling in, though it wasn't like anyone was counting. However, there was enough to get Tanya staring openmouthed at the sight of her house being ransacked by odd looking wolf creatures.
"Time to go!" Max said, grabbing on to Tanya's hand and dragging her when the self-insertion stayed rooted on the spot, "Where's the front door?"
Tanya snapped out of her shocked state and helped Max out by running on her own. As pitiful as it was, her running was very much like a fast-paced walk. Max kept a hold on her hand, forcing the girl to go faster.
"Right… here!" Tanya exclaimed, very near breathless even though they had only ran a total of twenty steps.
Unlike Mini who could hold his own, Max knew that Tanya was an instant dead-weight already.
Tanya opened the front door and the flock came rushing out. The enraged howls of Erasers were still close behind them.
"Fly!" Max shouted, taking off her jacket and tying it around her waist. Her wings unfurled and she took two steps back. Mini was already up and flying away and most of the flock had left the ground. She made sure that everyone was clear of the Erasers before taking off herself.
"Hey, how about the aerially impaired?" Tanya asked, raising a brow.
"I'll carry you," Max said, as if Tanya was a grocery bag.
Which, in fact, scared Tanya more than being left behind for the Erasers. However, her chances of surviving the next few chapters were getting increasingly low. It would be better if she went with Max.
"Oh, hell naw…" Tanya whispered, taking a few steps back herself. Suddenly, she was grabbed by the waist by Max and lifted into the air. Against all weight proportions, ratios, aerodynamics, and physics… she was being carried… sort of.
"Ugh… you're heavy," Max muttered into her ear.
Tanya didn't answer. She was too busy staring at the faraway ground with growing horror. Max thought it was at least better than having a panic attack, so she didn't comment.
Mini swooped down in front of Max looking concerned.
"Isn't that self-insertion heavy?" he asked, going close enough so that their wing tips brushed periodically in a fond manner.
"… A little," Max reluctantly admitted. It was really nice of Mini to offer to carry Tanya, but a part of her knew that she would get… jealous. Maybe. It felt very confusing but she didn't have time to think about it when Tanya started to squirm in her grasp. "Woah! Hold still!"
"Sorry," Tanya said, "I just feel really… really… uncomfortable and awkward."
"Here, you want me to get her off you?" Mini asked Max.
"Um… okay," Max said, holding Tanya out as far as she could without dropping her. However, Mini swerved off to the side and flew ahead to where Fang was. Delivering a smack to his head, Mini scowled at a very confused Fang.
"You inconsiderate cad!" Mini shouted, flapping his wings irritably, "Why aren't you helping Max carry that dead weight?"
"Excuse me?" Tanya asked eyes wide.
"What?" Fang exclaimed. He looked back at Max and he flew quickly over. Giving her an apologetic smile that Tanya instinctively go 'aw', he held out his arms. "Sorry, Max. I can carry her."
Max looked as if she was going to refuse, but no girl could resist an emo smile. She colored slightly. "Thanks, Fang…"
"Woah," Tanya interjected, being the unwanted third wheel of a sweet Fax moment, "I have to protest against how you two are going to switch me in midair- aaarrrrghhh!"
Max tossed Tanya to Fang and by some incredible piece of luck, was victorious in transporting their human cargo.
"…I think I peed in my pants…" mumbled Tanya.
"If you did, I'm dropping you," Fang deadpanned, feeling depressed because Max had instantly flown off to talk with Mini.
Upon realizing that she was being carried princess-style by one of the hottest characters of the series, Tanya gaped.
"I detest your personality and emoness," she said, "But there's no denying that you're quite sexy. Up close. With me in your arms. This high in the air." She tried for a smile.
Utterly repulsed, Fang let go of her with a little more purposeful force to call it a complete accident.
Tanya screamed and flailed pathetically in a free fall. She squeezed her eyes shut in order to prevent her life from flashing before her eyes. Unfortunately, it was more of a mental thing in her mind, so flash her life did.
"Dang… I didn't accomplish much," she said a second later, "For a flash that was awfully quick- ulp!"
Tanya unexpectedly landed on top of what appeared to be a very distraught Iggy. She instinctively clung on around his neck and yelped repeatedly as Iggy's wings slapped against her face with every flap. Unfortunately, Iggy was in a panicked mode so his flapping increased by tenfold. It was all very funny. The flock couldn't resist but watch the two people screaming their heads off for very different reasons.
"Get off, get off!" shrieked Iggy, twisting and turning flips to shake the self-insertion off. This only led Tanya to get a tighter grip on him. She even wrapped her legs around his waist. Iggy reached a critical level of fright and started to spiral out of control.
"I'll die if I let go!" Tanya screamed back.
"That's the point!" Iggy wailed hysterically, "Somebody help!"
However, the two had flown off so far that the rest of the flock couldn't hear him. Even if they did, Iggy had a sinking notion that they would've done nothing just to tease him.
"Listen," Tanya said with a surprising amount of authority, "We're going to crash pretty soon. I know you hate me for some reason, but that's no reason to get us both killed."
"That's why you're suppose to let go so I won't have to die!"
Tanya paused delicately. "… You have a point there."
"Exactly," Iggy huffed, still squirming.
"Hey, stop that! I'm being serious! I'm not letting go of you until we land nice and safe. Now please calm down!"
"Haha! Me? Calm down? You're a freakin' self-insertion!" Iggy laughed manically.
"Oh, stop stereotyping! I haven't done anything remotely self-insertion-ish!" Tanya shouted defensively.
"You broke the fourth wall!" Iggy accused.
"But for a very good reason!" Tanya screamed. Glancing down, she saw that they didn't have much time left before they went splat. She took a breath and said with fake calamity, "Okay. Sorry. I'm a stereotypical self-insertion. I think you are cute and if given the chance, I'd date you. I also think you and Fang should be together and enjoy reading pairings that involve-"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Iggy yelled, but he quit thrashing. His body sagged with submission and he flapped his wings to regain air. Tanya sighed with pure relief.
"Thank you," she said.
Iggy mumbled something, heading back towards the ground. He landed a little less than gracefully on a hilly slope of grass and lost his balance. He fell flat on his face with Tanya lying on top of him. Fortunately for hardcore Iggy fans, the intimate position did not have time to mutate into something affectionate.
"Erm… sorry," Tanya said, gingerly getting off as Iggy groaned under her weight. In a polite reflexive gesture, she grabbed his hand and hauled him to his feet.
Surprised, Iggy stumbled and bumped against her. He grabbed on to her shoulders for support and stood up, furiously blushing. He could imagine how both he and Tanya appeared now. Things didn't improve when Tanya was getting equally as red.
"Oh… wow," Nudge said from directly behind them.
Tanya and Iggy turned to look at the flock. They had plenty of time to catch up and see everything.
"Uh… I was just helping him up," Tanya said lamely.
Iggy let go of her shoulders and stared at his hands in disgust. He was contaminated. Screaming, he tried to run away but tripped over the uneven ground.
"It's always me!" he sobbed, "Every time! Always, always, always! Why, god, why?!"
The flock crowded around him, kneeling down to give sympathy pats.
"What are you talking about?" Max asked, rubbing his back.
Iggy sniffled and hiccupped, but he had stopped crying. Instead, he turned back to his hysterical ways.
"That!" he shrieked, pointing at Tanya, "That and me! Together! It's constantly happening all the time! I hate it! Oh god, it's always me. Why? Why?! These stupid feelings! I don't even know her well enough!"
The flock's collective light bulb lit up, some brighter than others. Surprisingly, Mini's was the brightest. He stood up and pulled out a large whiteboard and a marker out of nowhere. He started to scribble on it.
"Here, I can explain! I think you mean the O.C. and canon pairings! I guess it makes sense that you're the worst off."
"What?" Iggy blinked.
"Well… Logically, Fang would be the one who is most targeted by O.C.s and possible Mary-Sues," Mini said, drawing carefully, "Admittedly, he fits the general and shallow description of the 'secret-love-seeking' boyfriend with a dark and sexy demeanor. Normally he would be pelted every hour with OCs and Sues. However, for some reason I cannot fathom, Max acts as a canon buffer for any potential O.C.-related romantic intimacy with him. In effect, the O.C.s go for the next best guy, which is you, Iggy. So, reasonably, you receive the majority of unwanted female relationships. Girls who suddenly appear as the love of your life will be quite common even after you die. The fact that you're blind and in need of suggestive support also contributes to your… attractiveness. Do you understand now?" Mini asked, capping the marker smartly.
The flock was stunned. Iggy burst into tears.
Tanya, Fang, and Max appeared totally engrossed with Mini's horrifying explanation and drawings. Nudge, however, frowned.
"Hold on a sec," she said, "First off, Iggy can't see your diagrams. Second, he might as well not see them because you're a terrible artist. And lastly, you drew a badly shaped avocado tap-dancing with what appears to be a tube of toothpaste. What does that have to do with anything?"
Mini looked offended.
"Shut up. Since when did you stop talking like you were in an internet chatroom?"
Nudge scoffed, "I'm entitled to say something intelligent at least once."
Mini considered the matter and thought it was reasonable enough. He graciously let the subject drop. However, as soon as he did, Nudge reverted back to her age of thirteen years. Immediately, the air itself was filled with the fumes of her motor mouth.
"Oh my god! Mini, you are totally right! Iggy is being targeted by a ton of girls!" she exclaimed with a hand over her cheek. Marching up to Tanya, she gave the self-insertion a hard push. "You stay away from Iggy!"
"What? No!" Tanya said, falling on her bum with a wince of pain, "Sure, I like Iggy, but it's not a… lust or actual love. I'm just fond of his chara-… I mean... personality!"
Angel blinked and nodded.
"Tanya's telling the truth. She also pretty angry that you pushed her, Nudge," the little girl said. A second later, she frowned darkly and turned to Tanya. "I dare you to think that thought again. If you do, I'll kill you."
Tanya tried, she really did. It was hard not to think, but somehow she was able to direct her thoughts elsewhere from hating Angel and Total with a passion.
Everybody ignored Angel little spastic moment.
"Well," Iggy said, "Maybe it's not so bad having Tanya around…"
"For a dead weight, she's alright," Mini admitted.
"Just as long as she doesn't try anything funny on me," Fang shrugged.
"She's okay," Gazzy said without much conviction.
"Well then," Max said, holding out her hand, "It's settled, welcome to the flock, Tanya."
Despite being extremely confused, wingless, or possessing a sad past, Tanya broke into a happy smile. She took Max's hand and shook it.
"Thanks, guys," she said, tears brimming and fogging up her contacts, "I'll be glad to-"
A gunshot was heard and Tanya collapsed on the ground. She did not move. Blood steadily leaked from her head.
The flock gaped at how quickly the self-insertion was disposed of. Max paled, checking her pockets to see if it was her gun that went off.
It wasn't.
"Boom, headshot!" laughed a woman's voice.
Everyone looked up.
"Mom!" Mini said, shocked.
"Anne?!" Max exclaimed.
Rightly so, Anne came walking over, twirling a 9mm pistol in her right hand. The woman gave her son a cold smile and the rest of the flock a friendly grin. She came close enough to step over Tanya's corpse.
"Please excuse me for a moment," she said apologetically. Releasing an empty magazine from the pistol, she slammed in a new one, firing all the bullets into Tanya's already dead body.
"You can never be too sure about these pesky self-insertions. Highly dangerous, they are."
Max was the first to recover.
"Why did you shoot her?" Max asked, incredulously, "Tanya didn't do anything bad! And…" she turned to Mini, "Anne's your mother?!"
"Safety precautions," explained Anne with a cheerful giggled, exhibiting dangerously similar characteristics to Angel, "Self-insertions are most liable to turn into powerful beings, if they already aren't." She kneeled down and gently prodded the bleeding body with the butt of her gun. Humming to herself, Anne started checking through Tanya's pockets for anything of interest as the flock conversed.
"Hey, I thought you already knew," Mini said to Max, shrugging, "Anne Walker. Minimum Walk. It's fairly obvious."
"So your real name is Minimum Walker?" Gazzy asked, fascinated and horrified at the same time.
"Nah. Mother dearest disowned me when I failed all the intelligence exams," Mini said gaily, "Haha, look who's out in the open now, bitc-"
Anne swiftly pointed her gun at him with a yawn.
"Do watch your language, Minimum. I'd hate to blow off your tongue."
Mini snorted.
"You would like that, would you? The mag's empty, I can say whatever the hell I want."
Anne unlocked the slot and put in a fresh clip faster than Mini could say 'holy crap'.
"I hope you have an extra tongue," she said, smiling.
"Holy crap."
Anne fired and Mini ducked. The bullet skimmed past his wings, taking a few feathers with it. The boy paled and cringed, knowing that his life was spared for her amusement only.
The flock watched their mother and son relationship with odd looks. Clearly Anne was semi-fond of her son and Mini was just being all talk and no action, same as always. No one dared to intervene of interrupt. However, they got lucky and there was no need. A clear ringtone rendition of 'Smile' by Lily Allen sounded from the pocket of Anne's pinstripe pants. The woman gave a sigh and took out her expensive cell phone.
"Yes?" she answered impatiently, "… Yes."
There was a long pause from Anne. The flock strained to hear the other voice on the phone. There was a high-pitched chipmunk voice on the other line, making it hard to understand what was being said. They also watched Anne's face go from mildly placid to appallingly icy cold with anger. The gun twitched in her hand.
Max threw everyone glances to start backing away if Anne started to go ballistic. However, Anne started to walk quickly away from the group. She threw her hand up and snapped her fingers. Suddenly the soft whirl of an incoming helicopter could be heard.
"What?" Anne said, standing to one side, glaring at the sky, "No! Get him on the line! No, I don't care if he's- oh! Nevermind. You're fired. If you want your job back, then I suggest you give-"
Whatever she said next was lost when a chopper appeared and threw down a rope ladder. Anne stepped up and grabbed on, still shouting into her cell phone. The chopper lifted her up and soon she was gone.
"Good riddance," Mini said, crossing his arms.
They gathered around the fallen body of Tanya. Silently agreeing to a moment of silence, the flock bowed their heads. The self-insertion probably had a family and a future of some sort.
"I guess we should take her back," Max said after a while.
"…yeah," Fang said softly.
Strangely enough, Iggy was the first to kneel down and gently take Tanya's bloody body into his arms. The rest of the flock was about to help him, but a luminous soft blue light started to omit from the corpse. Everyone saw it except Iggy. They covered their eyes as the light intensified into a blinding flash.
"What the-" Iggy began, sensing something was up.
When the light died down, Tanya's body was completely healed. Not only that, but her thick hair had grown into a beautiful plume of silken black stands. Her face had also become radiant and pretty with no trace of acne. The clothes on her body changed too. The jeans became a stylish plaid skirt and the shirt was modified into a form fitting v-neck blouse. Iggy even felt her body become more lithe and slender and curvy in all the right places.
"Tanya…?"
The self-insertion opened her eyes and they flock was greeted by her stunningly purple orbs. The girl gave a blushing smile. When she spoke, her voice was smooth and musical.
"Yes," she said with a brilliant smile that had the flock mesmerized, "But please call me Miracle Shimmerheart. That is my true name from my father and mother who died during a tragic experiment set up by the School. I was saved by a mysterious dark-haired boy long ago. I don't remember much because I have a mild case of amnesia."
Still in Iggy's arms, Miracle slowly sat up. She propped her hands on the ground, leaning forward and making a very erotic scene of herself. Even Fang turn red. The self-insertion parted her full lips and gave Iggy a very long kiss on the lips. Her kiss tasted like summer strawberries. When she was done, Miracle pulled away, placing one graceful hand on his neck.
"Thank you, Iggy," she said softly, "For returning my memories and saving me."
Iggy stared as sightlessly as a blind person could. Screaming, he pushed Miracle away and started writhing in pain.
"I knew it!" he sobbed and screeched.
"It's a Mary-Sue!"
End Chapter.