Sorry for the long wait. I started reading the Twilight Saga and then I reread Maximum Ride. Anyways, on with the story.
I let the gun clatter to the floor. I stood there, shell-shocked, until Jeb came over to me and said, "You did the right thing, Maximum, he was going to kill you." It took a moment for his words to process in my brain, but when they did I turned to look at him.
"SHUT UP! Don't come near me you son of BITCH. You killed them! You killed the flock! You killed Angel." My voice broke at the end. I had been in too much pain to really even notice that I would never hear Gazzy and Iggy sitting together, planning out new ways to make bombs. I would never hear Nudge go on and on about what clothes she wanted. I would never hear Angel in my head again. I would never… I would never see Fang flashing his rare but beautiful smile at me. I would never feel the warmth of Fang's lips on mine again. "Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your head off your neck right now." As if to emphasis my point, I bent down and grabbed the gun at my feet and pointed at Jeb's forehead.
Jeb didn't look even remotely afraid. He just looked at me sadly and said, "Maximum, I wish I could explain everything to you right now, but I can't. Suffice it to say that I'm your one true friend."
I glared at him. "No, you are giving me some real answers now or you will have lead ripping your head apart." I was happy to hear that my voice was even now. I was still furious, still distraught, still planning ways I could kill Jeb as painfully as possible, still planning what would be the best and fastest way to commit suicide. I wanted death to find me. I couldn't stand another minute in this world. I sincerely hoped right then that there was no God, no heaven, only Hell, where pain was supposedly always washing through you. Only in Hell would I be able to forget about what had happened. But I pushed those thoughts aside and was able to concentrate only on the here and the now.
"Sorry, Max. I will answer your questions soon, but not now," Jeb said sadly. And with that he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a shot. I didn't have ac chance to fight him. He quickly grabbed my arm and shoved the needle into it.
"Sorry Max," he repeated, but I was already fading. The darkness started to consume me and I felt myself began to fall. Before I hit the ground though, I felt Jeb's strong hands catch me and place me softly on the floor.
I was suddenly strapped to a table. I heard Fang scream at me, "You failed them, Max! You failed everyone!" I realized that I was dreaming, but there was nothing I could do to wake up. Even after Fang was gone, even after I had killed him, I would still have to suffer this dream. I saw Fang walk toward me. But then something happened that hadn't happened during this dream before. The straps that held me to the table suddenly loosened, and I was able to sit up. In one quick, graceful, move I had grabbed the knife that he had used to skin me alive with every night for the past four months, and leaped toward Fang. I landed on top of him, and I felt fury burn heart. I saw fear in Fang's eyes, and it made me happy.
"Max stop! Please, don't kill me!" Fang begged. I wasn't listening, though. I plunged the knife into Fang's stomach and began to twist it and move it around. With every slight movement of the knife, Fang gasped in pain, until he suddenly stopped making any noise at all.
A/N: Click the purple button and review. It doesn't bite. *purple button snarls and bites off my finger*
Okay maybe it does. But review. Only if you review will my finger grow back and I will be able to type again.