This story is IGGY'S POV! HALLA! (I'm always up for ideas on how to continue…) Disclaimer: no how much I really, really, really, really, really, REALLY want to; I will never ever own Maximum Ride or any of the other characters. If I did I wouldn't be sitting here typing this right now. I also don't own relient k or any other wicked awesome singers or bands. Sniff.
Gazzy and I had just finished making the ultimate prank. We sat outside Fang's door waiting for a reaction. Here it comes… Fang ran out of his room, red faced, and slammed the door.
"GAZZY! IGGY! I KNOW YOU DID THIS!" he yelled looking for us. We ducked into his room looking at the remains of his once 'manly' room. Covering the walls there were pictures of Max, everywhere. They were on his desk, his dresser, his ceiling. In his drawers there were Max t-shirts, and everything that we remember them saying to each other was written in some of Max's new lipstick that she probably would have never used anyways on his windows.
Gazzy and I snickered admiring our artful taste. He hadn't touched anything… Does that mean he enjoyed it? I erased the memory from my mind and went after Fang. On our way out we passed Max, whose face was priceless. Gazzy stopped to take a picture as we ran along.
We ran outside and into the storming night. We leaped into the air and spread out wings out. It was dangerous to fly in this weather but it's not like we hadn't done it before.
"Turn 45 degrees in ten seconds Ig," Gazzy instructed. I nodded and did as I was told. We landed in a familiar cave on the side of a cliff, about three miles away from the house. The flock wasn't far behind, I could hear them coming. I stood up and watched the ferocious storm grow more and more wild.
Fang entered the cave shaking off his dark wings. "Really?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, really?" Gazzy asked me, not quite sure that he was on my side not Fang's. Max flew in and ruffled Gazzy's hair.
"Gazzy, Iggy, go clean up Fang's room. And Fang, try not to get so dramatic," Max laughed. As soon as she flew in she went out again.
"Do as she says," Fang said in his usual strict tone. What a lady's man. He ran off the edge of the cave and snapped his wings out. I followed quickly behind. It took me a few minutes though to realize that Gazzy wasn't behind me.
"Fang!" I called out as loud as I could. "Where's Gazzy?"
I heard a startled gasp as Fang swooped downward. I did my best trying to get back to the house, but being blind didn't necessarily help.
"Gazzy… Needs… Help," I said breathing heavily. In a second Max was off, quickly followed by Angel and Nudge who, luckily, tapped the back of my hand twice. I followed them the best I could and ended up in something that seemed like a burned out hole in the ground with Gazzy in the middle.
Nudge collapsed into tears on the side of the hole and was soon comforted by Angel. "He'll be okay," she said. As if she knew. As I stood there watching the blood pour from the unconscious Gasman I couldn't take it anymore. I flew into the air, tears streaming from my eyes. I turned on my i-pod to listen to the familiar tune of "Who I am Hates Who I've Been" by Relient K.
Stop right there that's exactly where I lost it
See that line, well I never should have crossed it.
That's the very moment that I wish that I could take back.
I sat in the living room with my head in my hands. I was sad but not crying. Dudes don't cry.
"Hey man," Fang said entering the room. I guess Max took over the first aid stuff.
"Hi Fang," I sighed.
"Are you upset about Gazzy?"
"How'd you guess?"