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 MR, unfortunately. But, maybe it's a good thing otherwise the entire book would probably be about Fang. (Explanation at the end)
Thanks to MaximumCandyRide, kishimat12, and missingdave for reviewing.
OK- cookies go to MaximumCandyRide for being the only one to try. They were wrong but that's OK, good guess.
The correct answer is bolded:
"Yeah, why… MAX! You don't seriously think that Angel, our baby, could be doing drugs?"
Why? Well 1. because unconscious means fang doesn't recognize it and 2. because our baby is just, well, come on.
Alright I'm a slave driver- I'm asking for two, TWO whole reviews. "Torture isn't it? Oh Well."
By the way, 11 + 2 =13
'Person speaking' (their POV)
"Person speaking" (for the 'special' people out there, this is for the people whose POV it isn't.)
Thoughts
In ANGEL'S POV Bolded=crack side of angel, Non Bolded=regular Angel
The voice
ANGELS POV
As I was arguing with myself about whether to run or fly the source of the sirens came screaming up to the house.
"Down on the ground, NOW. Hands in the air"
'Holy…
Stop it, Max says words like that are BAD!
You're talking to your self
No I'm not!
Yes you are
No I'm not
Are
Not
Are
Not
Yes
No
Yes
No
Yes
No
No
Yes
Ha-Ha! See, you are.
You tricked me.
The police are looking at you funny.
Holy…
Uh-uh-uh, BAD remember.'
The police were looking at me funny; I guess the fact of being called to arrest a seven year old who appeared to be bipolar, probably freaked them out. The guns that had been trained on me wavered slightly. After sloppily implanting the idea to do handstands in their heads, I walked down to the street. Looked left. Looked right. And then… I ran.
FANG POV
Hearing sirens, Max and I raced to the window to see an Angel sized blur run down the street and dash into a dark alley. Knowing Max, I knew she was on the verge of breaking the window, jumping out, and alerting the presence of five Avian-Americans to at least ten cops. (A/N: Unrealistic I know, but who cares?)
Something had to be done now, Max's hand was rising towards the window, I snatched at it and Max smacked me away. And let me tell you, getting hit by Max HURTS bad.
The window was open. And it had been done with no shattering sounds, hmm, surprising.
'Max.'
She snapped her wings almost open, so they would be ready when she jumped. Why not all the way? The window was too small.
'Don't do it Max. I wouldn't, not even for our baby.'
Wait, our baby? I'm crazy. Hope Max didn't hear that.
MAX POV
Our baby? OUR! How dare he, HOW DARE HE! He just said he wouldn't save her, of course not. He doesn't love her, he doesn't love anyone…
Max, he's still talking, you might want to listen. You could possibly find it enlightening, and besides, aren't children made out of love?* (A/N: Yes, I understand about babies. And how it's not always love- but for the purpose of this fic, and because the flock have never gone to Sex Ed., it's gonna be this way. Now if you have MAJOR problem with it- PM me, or review and tell me so, but, a word of caution this is really pretty much just in this chapter so you only have to deal with it once.)
Not us, but then again we're Avian-American.
See? Now listen to him.
"I wouldn't put every other member of the flock in danger, with a rash decision to go crashing through a window in front of a bunch of cops."
'You mean, you, you'd still go after Angel if you were me?"
"I would still go after Angel if I was Me." (A/N: Awwwww)
FANG POV
"So… can we go now?"
Max had her hands clasped together in front of her while twisting from side to side in the picture of innocence.
'Yeah, but, um, first do you… You know… want a, umm'
God this was awkward, I mean it's a three letter word and I couldn't even spit it out, luckily Max's awesome ability to read my mind kicked in.
"Aww, is The Great Fang Ride tongue tied? And yes, I would like a "Yeah, but, um, first do you… You know… want a, umm?"
MAX POV
Fang slowly crossed the room from where I had flung him and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him than I'd ever been before. (A/N: the cave scene never happened even though it was one of my faves.) Somehow though, it wasn't awkward. It felt… right.
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Right now constructive criticism would be MUCH appreciated!!!! –I think my writing's getting worse but it might just be me.
Yes Angel had that whole conversation out loud- notice NO italics
Yes the flock -at least Iggy, Max, and Fang- know how babies are made. They're not THAT naive.
Just so you know I think Fang is the hottest thing since the sun (and other hot boys I like to read about –Alex Rider (Teen Super Spy), Serafin (Master Thief of Venice), Dodge Anders (Protector and Lover to Queen Alyss Heart) and Scipio Massimo (THE Thief Lord)- not to mention the 1000's of hot manga guys out there.
Now before you think I'm a total loser with no life so I have to fawn over guys from fiction- that's not true- I have a boyfriend-