Dead to the World
Summery: MAY CONTAIN THIRD BOOK SPOILERS. Faxness, Niggy. Max is trying to save the world but everything is getting to her. Fang doesn't seem to notice her anymore. Her baby Angel is growing up and getting involved in the wrong crowds. Gazzy's dead. Nudge is retreating into herself. Iggy has been a different person since he came back from his parents. Can the flock save themselves or will the world need a new hero?
Pairing: Fax, Niggy
Disclaimer: I DON'T own Maximum Ride- If I did I would have gotten it in my stocking. "GRRRRR, SANTA!!!"
'Person speaking' (their POV)
"Person speaking" (for the 'special' people out there, this is for the people whose POV it isn't.)
ALLLLLLLRIGHT I GOT EIGHT REVIEWS- NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP AT 11 REVIEWS!!!!!!
So without further ado… the 3rd Chapter
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FANG POV
Max was pacing.
As to WHY she was pacing?
I had no idea.
But she was pacing.
'Max, why are you pacing?'
"Because it's 9:00pm on a Friday night and Angel isn't home yet!!"
'So'
"So," her voice was deadly silent. "She could get HURT, she's SEVEN!
'Yes, she's seven, but she's a seven year old who can control minds. She can take care of herself. Besides it's not like she's doing drugs or any thing.'
Max blinked, attempted to sit down on the couch, missed and landed on her butt before sighing and blinking again. Then much to my surprise, she started to cry.
MAX POV
'Fang, does crack count as a drug?'
"Yeah, why… MAX! You don't seriously think that Angel, our baby, could be doing drugs?"
I didn't want to answer him. Having to tell him that Angel was doing drugs right after the humiliation of falling on my butt, starting to cry, (not to mention that annoying thing that happens once a month to the half of the human population god seemed to hate,*)- had started today and I had NO CLUE what the heck to do. It had to be done though, I couldn't keep this to myself and maybe, just maybe he would know what to do.
'Fang, I… Angel is… Late nights… Just noticed…'
Somehow I couldn't spit the words out.
"Just spit it out!" Fang sounded angry, angry and somewhat scared. Fang? Scared? Somehow this steeled me.
Ifollowedheronenighttoaclubshewasdoingdrugswithalltheesepeopleandtherewassmoke
EVERYWHEREandicouldntbreatheandthisguywasgropingherandshedidntnotice…
I trailed off for a breath that suddenly caught in my throat when Fang kneeled in front of me, I thought for once he was going to show some emotion and give me a hug, a reassuring smile- anything.
FANG POV
When Max started to cry I wanted to jump onto the floor hug her, hold her, wipe away her tears, make her feel better. HECK, I'd even sing for god's sake- though that would probably make her run in fear, since singing was one of those few things The Great Fang Ride did not do well.-
Instead I sat there as she stumbled to get the words out.
'Just spit it out!' the angry words spilled from my mouth. Instantly I regretted them, and sunk to the ground in front of max'
"Ifollowedheronenighttoaclubshewasdoingdrugswithalltheesepeopleandtherewassmoke
EVERYWHEREandicouldntbreatheandthisguywasgropingherandshedidntnotice…"
Then she stopped and looked up and for a second I thought I saw something comparable to hope and love in her eyes, but she blinked and it was gone.
I must have imagined it
So like the moron I am I didn't wrap my arms around her like I so wanted to, no of course not, I just confined myself to awkwardly patting her shoulder.
'It'll be okay Max, we'll find Angel. Don't worry'
I just kept repeating it hoping it would be true
ANGEL POV
I made a wobbly landing in front of our apartment, or at least what I thought was our apartment.
I couldn't quite be sure I mean it was dark outside, wasn't it?
Or maybe that was just because I was being kidnapped, I started to kick wildly.
*thunk*
What was that?
Oh well, keep kicking- your being kidnapped.
No I'm not, there's no sack over my head and my wings are free.
"OH MY GOD!! Robert call the police- there's a child out here and it looks like she's destroyed most of our porch. What's that smell? She smells like drugs, and beer- but she can't be more than seven. What is this world coming too? ROBERT!
Up and Away- now!
No Max says run first fly later
Just fly, I hear sirens
NO!
(A/N: Real part of Angel, Drugged part of Angel, I'm giving her a kind of split personality for now)
STRANGE WOMAN POV
*thunk*
'No, no honey don't get up- I'll check the door.'
There was a filthy child standing outside in a ratty windbreaker, I almost called out to her to find out if she was lost, when she lashed out with her foot and toppled over one of the columns holding up the roof over our porch.
"Honey, are you OK?"
'OH MY GOD!! Robert call the police'
After more instructions that I could hear Robert repeating to the police, I heard a goodbye and a click.
"They're on their way" my husband said as he appeared with a baseball bat. "holy crap... THAT little girl did THAT to our porch?"
'Yea…'
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Cliffhanger… will Angel get arrested? Will she survive? Will you?
SOOOOOO much thanx to Lizivy, r.l.h., MaximumCandyRide, and Allyson for reviewing you made my day!!!!
Authors say reviews make them happy but i had NO idea how much until i teared up at these!!! =)
Cookies to the people who can find out Fang's unconscious hint of love towards Max
Minor fluff not much though
Don't worry in getting to the romance- I want to write it so bad but I can't
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* I mean seriously- time of the month=a week of crabby annoyingness, pregnancy=nine MONTHS of feeling FAT, back pains etc., and then labor= an extremely long amount of time spent in agonizing pain, and does ANY of this happen to guys?- NOOO of COURSE not.