Yay! Updates! It's been kinda long, but this is a really long chapter...hope that makes up!
Disclaimer: *cries* I don't own it, ok!
Here's The Chapter:
Max POV:
Well, this sucked. About three seconds I was happily making out with Fang, and now I'm face to face with about 60 flyboys. I sighed, mostly out of frustration. They were coming up fast, and I didn't think that even the two of us could take out 30 each. This was going to be a long fight.
"We have come for you" They droned. "We will not fail,"
God, they were annoying! I ran up to one and kicked its head off. Six more, seeing how I hurt they're friend, came up to me. One punched me while the other five were kicking me everywhere. After one hard kick to my stomach, I collapsed with an oof! and landed hard on the ground. Blackness was taking over. I hoped Fang was doing better then me. Before the blackness took over I noticed the flyboys surrounding me were gone. I felt being lifted gently, and I felt someone saying
"Make it Max, please Max, don't-" and then it all disappeared.
Fang POV:
Oh, crap. I saw Max go down, and started to see red. No! They couldn't do this to me! Finally, Max was mine, and now they're gonna kill her. I wanted to kill, so that's what I did. I snapped the flyboy I was fighting's neck, and ran to the swarm over Max. Barely realizing what was happening I punched and kicked until there was nothing but shards of dead flyboy surrounding me. I looked around, hoping none of them escaped with Max. I found her, fighting unconsciousness (A/N: Big word!), and blood badly seeping out of her head. Immediately, all my fury disappeared, and I ran up to Max.
I lifted her up, flying to Dr. M's house hoping she was ok. I talked to her, hoping she could hear me. I felt her breathing, but it was dangerously slow.
"Make it, Max," I said. "Please Max, don't leave us. Don't leave me," I said, barely audible.
I landed at Max's mom's house, and flew through the window I had left open. I laid Max down on the sofa I was sleeping on, and went to get Dr. M.
Upon reaching her room, I shook her 'till she woke.
"What?" She said, groggily lifting her head up.
"It's Max," I said, fast and urgently. "She's hurt."
Max's mom shot up in her bed, and I led her to the couch Max was laying on.
"No," She said in an agonized whisper.
"She's not dead," I assured her. "just wounded and unconscious." She rushed to the sink, and came back with a wet washcloth. She took the washcloth and gently cleaned Max's head wound. She then reached under the couch to get out the biggest first-aid kit I had ever seen. Got to be practical, I guess. She got a bandage and started to slowly press it on Max's head. I didn't really know what to do, now. I was just standing there, looking pretty awkward behind Dr. M as she treated Max. I couldn't go back to sleep; she was on my bed. In the end, I ended up going to the kitchen to find something to eat. I found Iggy, already looking in the fridge.
"Hey," He said, facing me. "What's up?" He obviously didn't know what had happened, and I wouldn't have told him if he hadn't tripped, hands landing on my shirt, wet and sticky with Max's blood. He looked at me.
"There's blood on your shirt," He said, getting worried.
"Yeah, It's Max's," I answered simply.
"aww, crap, man! You didn't kill her did you?"
"No!" I whisper-shouted at him. "Flyboys attacked us at the park,"
"You were at the park? What were you-" he stopped, and a big crept up his face. "Seriously?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah," I said, looking down. Anyone else probably would've blushed at this point, but, hey, it's me. I didn't really want to talk about it, and there were more important things to think about. I pushed past him, and started to raid the fridge myself. Seeing that I wanted to drop the conversation, Iggy changed the subject.
"Can you help me find something? I can't tell what's what when the food's all in the same plastic containers," He said. I grabbed for the first thing I saw, which happened to be some apple juice, and handed it to him.
"Here," I said. "It's apple juice," and left the room. Dr. M was looking over Max, who looked like she was sleeping. Too bad she wasn't just sleeping, and that she was unconscious.
Dr. M left the room, and came back with one of those Machine thingies that you see at hospitals. Why does she have one of those things in her house? Dr. M, seeing the confused look on my face, gave a small, sheepish grin, and went back to setting up the machine.
She stuck a needle into Max's arm (A/N: I don't know if that's how you set the thing up, but hey, I'm not a doctor, so I don't really care that much…) and plugged in the machine. It be-beeped, showing that Max's heart rate was normal. Well, normal for us anyways.
"All we can do now is wait," She said, and left the room. I sat beneath the couch she was laying on, and fell asleep to the steady beating of the machine.
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I woke up, hit by the sun, and grimaced. Why did it have to be so darn bright? I looked at Max' monitor, and it was flat lining. Oh, crap. I was worried, until I looked over at Max, needle out of her arm, watching TV. I probably had never been more relieved in my life.
She noticed me, and looked down at me. "Good morning, sunshine," She said, and I realized I probably still looked like crap from last night. I looked over at the clock. It was around 11:00. Noon. Whoa. Slept for a long time. I looked around. Where was everyone else?
Noticing my distress, she smiled at me. "They all left to go shopping. I told them I'd stay, so you wouldn't freak out when you got up. You were asleep for so long, I thought you were knocked out, too."
"How long have you been up?" I asked.
"Since around 9'ish. I'm not exactly sure,"
"And when did they leave?"
"About 10 minutes ago."
I smiled. "So we're alone?" I asked. She nodded. I got up on the couch to sit next to her, putting my arm around her. She blushed slightly, but continued watching.
"Wanna get something to eat?" She asked, after a while of just sitting there.
"Sure," I said getting up. We made our way to the kitchen, and found some toaster waffles in the freezer. She was about to put them in the toaster when I snatched the waffles away from her with a look of mock horror on my face.
"Maximum Ride, cooking toaster waffles? You better let me do that. You don't want to burn the house down, do you?" I was talking more than usual, I realized. Guess I'm just happy. Max rolled her eyes, but surrendered the rest of the waffles to me.
About 30 toaster waffles later, we resumed watching TV. We were watching a bunch of high schoolers sing and dance while playing basketball. It was a horrible show, and you could tell she hated it, too, but my arm was around Max, so I put up with it. After the hideous number was over, the rest of the flock, along with Dr. M and Ella, burst through the door. Angel smiled when she saw my arm around Max, and Max sighed, probably from something Angel said to her.
"How was your trip?" Max asked casually.
Obviously, it was Nudge who answered.
"It was soo fun! We went to the mall, and Ella took me to these really cool shops with these super cute clothes. I didn't buy that many, though, because I knew you'd be mad if I did. Hey, Fang, why is your arm around Max? Awww, I knew it! You two are soo cute to-"
She was cut off by Angel slapping a hand over her mouth. She probably read something from Max's mind saying, "I'm gonna kill you!"
Despite Nudge's embarrassing rambling, I was happy.
Random Third Person With Deep Voice:
Sure, the flock was happy now. But soon enough, one thing would come to put their friendships- and relationships- to the ultimate test…
Fuh-reaky, huh?
I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner...
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