Hey everyone! Listen, I want your opinion. I was thinking about ending AGK, and starting a new story set after Fang. I promise that it won't be cliché, and I was hoping you guys would approve. Of course, I'm not going to start it, only to put it on hiatus because no one will read it. Uh, shout-out to RandomReader19, who reviewed, but girl, that is so NOT what Max was doing. She was checking his pulse and making sure that he stayed warm. Without further ado, here is my disclaimer and the story!
Drink Chai, Live Life, Love Fax,
Stardust.
Disclaimer: I am not JP, so Maximum Ride and its' assorted characters do not belong to me.
~/)*(/~ .My name is Leah, and I am a line break. ~/)*(/~
Previously: 'As he leaned closer, closer, closer.
I looked into his eyes, not going anywhere, frozen in place from his intimate closeness. As he was about six inches from my face, he stopped too; neither one of us wanting to disturb the simple peace that we had unexpectedly stumbled upon. We just stayed like that for a while, not moving, barely breathing. I stared at him, trying to read him from his eyes. As dark as they were, you could see just a little bit of emotion. Was it uncertainty? Caring? Was it fear? I got the feeling that he knew that I was scared, and that he knew I knew. I also felt that he wanted me to trust him, more than anyone he had met before.
He leaned closer, ever so slowly. I could see the tiny golden flecks in his eyes, the particular sparkle they reflected as the afternoon sun beat down on them. Ever so softly, I felt the brush of his lips on mine. They were slightly chapped, slightly tough, and slightly cold. But at the same time they were silky, soft, and warm.
We stayed like that for a time, but then he began pushing a little harder. I acted on instinct by kissing him back, and in the back of his throat, he made a low moan that sent shivers down my spine. He nipped at my bottom lip, so I nipped back. The kisses became hotter and more playful after that. I released all of my pent-up feelings for this infuriating, fantastic guard of mine. He seemed to do the same, but anyone else wouldn't be able to tell. I could feel the small signs that showed he cared: his quivering when I pressed closer to him, the tiny moans he was making in the back of his throat, and other little things.
We reluctantly pulled away for air, and only then I realized the full magnitude of what I had done. If anyone found out about this, Jeb would have my head, I would be denounced, and most of all, I would lose the fear of my subjects that had dubbed me the 'Invincible Maximum Ride', because…I was. I had hardly ever gotten hurt, and when I did, I could still push through anything. I had instant respect from all of the animals, livestock, horses, and domestic, it didn't matter. They all knew I was in charge. Most humans respected me, and those that didn't were all taught that I was, whether they wanted that lesson or not. I was the hard-core tomboy princess who took crap from no one, and no one ever tried to give me any.
The realization came to me, that I was scared. So, I did what I do best, situation or not. I ran.
I ran as far and fast as my legs would carry me, crashing through brush and vines, leaping over fallen logs, ducking over hanging branches, splashing through creeks, hopping rocks. Eventually, I got to an open meadow in the bottom of a valley.
Finally! I thought. I opened my stride so my feet were barely touching the ground at all. I flew across the valley, felling like I was on top of the world. I was lighter than the wind that followed me, I was faster than the wolves that frequented the forest, and I was stronger than the oldest, tallest trees in the Northern Kingdom.
I closed in on the edge of the meadow, stopping for a breath. And that's when I blacked out.
Fang P.O.V. (First time for this, so don't hate me!)
I stared after Max as she darted away. I didn't get it, she was kissing me back not too long ago, and then she took off running.
Well whatever it was, I thought to myself, you have to go and set it right before she hates you forever.
So I called over Blaxton, who butted my shoulder affectionately, as if he understood what I was going through. I laughed to myself at the thought. Horses can't understand human emotion, but they can feel distress, so Blaxton probably was feeling that and trying to make me feel better.
I threw on my leggings and jerkin (It's a shirt people.), and mounted Blaxton. Max's horse, Firestorm, I recalled, looked up at us and made a move to follow. I clicked my tongue, and she jumped in front, and set off at a brisk canter that ate the ground. Blaxton whinnied and followed her, keeping pace. Firestorm suddenly switched directions, following an almost indistinguishable path through the woods. We made good time, and soon came to a long, wide field in between the mountains and a range of hills. Firestorm let loose a fearsome neigh and galloped toward the opposite end, fast as the wind. Blaxton darkly followed her, silently gaining on her.
Firestorm wasn't too far in front of us when she stopped short and turned sideways, so we couldn't go forwards. I swung off Blaxton, intending to forcibly move Firestorm out of the way, but froze when I saw what Firestorm was protecting.
Max lay crumpled in a heap in front of Firestorm, seeming to have collapsed from dehydration or exhaustion. Kneeling to help her, I mentally calculated the distance in my head. If we were travelling at about 20 mph, and it took us about seven minutes to get here, that would be a little over two miles. With the time it took to get redressed and moving, that would be about ten minutes. Max had probably run this in eight minutes, which would be four minutes a mile, which could kill someone of lesser stamina. I opened Max's mouth and dribbled a little bit of water from my canteen into her mouth, then a little more. I made sure she swallowed it, and that her pulse and breathing stayed steady. Now, it was a race against time to get Max some serious help.
And…there's you're cliffy! Enjoy for a week or so until I update! I hope you liked the Fax, and that you will tell me your opinions on my idea for a new story as seen in the top authors note. The more reviews I get influences how soon I write. And I don't care what you review on, the story, complaints, honestly, you could even tell me if there is a story you want me to check out and review.
5-10; I take my sweet time and do my algebra.
11-15; takes me a week.
16-20; I will put it up as soon as I can.
~Stardust