The Drabble Diaries
by Tomoyo-chan
Disclaimer: I don't own the Maximum Ride series; it's by James Patterson. This is set before the first book, when they lived in the mountains.
Quiet - July 4, 2012
The day was quiet. No explosions no flares, no fires. Max wondered if the boys had somehow managed to kill themselves without her knowing it. Gaz and Iggy were always up to something. She checked the kitchen. No, nothing was burning or on fire. The shed? The parts of a pipe bomb were laid out on the table, but the boys weren't there. She checked the skies and the roof. Nudge was chatting up some birds up there, but no one else.
Where could they be? She was starting to get a little panicked. Had Erasers got them? Scientists? Circus owners? Were they pulling off a prank so huge they had to get out of the blast zone?
Max shuddered at the thought. No. Calm down. Maybe they flew down to the lake. She was just about to fly down there herself when a thought hit her. Running on her hunch, she made her way to the trees on the other side of the rise. They sometimes used a nearly clearing as a bomb range. Taking to the trees, brown feathers fluttering as she left from tree to tree more than flew.
A few feet from the clearing, a dark shape caught her eye. Stopping on the branch above, Max silently smiled down at Fang. He nodded at her before returning his attention to scanning the woods. In the clearing below, Iggy and Gasman slept on oblivious, warm sun and soft grass contributing to the afternoon doze. Max would bet that they didn't even know Fang was here watching over them. She smiled again to herself. Fang was such a good big brother, always watching over his siblings. She wondered how often he patrolled even though it wasn't his turn. Probably as much as she did. Still, it was a warm summers day. She could sit and watch her brothers for a few minutes. She settled into the space where branch met trunk. Just a few minutes.