I don't own Maximum Ride. Shocking.
Chapter 2
Fang shook his head and said, "I think we're being followed."
Iggy frowned, his sightless eyes cast downward. "That can't be, I would have heard someone. I haven't heard anything unusual."
"We need to figure out who's following us and why" I said, crossing my arms. My thoughts were racing. Despite everything, I didn't have that much experience with stalkers. "Let's get out of here," I said. They nodded and we took to the air.
I felt a lot safer up in the air, but the black sky on a moonless night made the sky seem like a void. That moment, I didn't realize that flying in the sky lost us the cover and protection the trees in the park had offered us.
Before I could say or do anything, there was a ghostly laugh from down below us. A small spark of light flashed, briefly illuminating a figure. Even with my incredible eyesight, I couldn't catch what the person looked like.
Then all hell broke loose. A giant column of fire erupted and shot toward us. I screamed and fell back mid-air. The sudden heat made breathing impossible.
"Fang! Iggy!" I yelled. There was a choked reply-Fang. He was above me. "Iggy!" I repeated. Seconds later there was another column of fire, and another, and another. 3. One for each of us.
Fang and I swerved out of the way of the great destructive fire. I twisted, my eyes searching frantically for Iggy. Looks like he had been able to dodge as well. I flew over to him. "Iggy are you-" Another column burst forth, its goal simply to kill us. I was far away enough from it that the heated air around the fire caused an updraft and forced me even higher into the sky. But Iggy, his eyes weren't able to tell him to dodge. It had been a miracle that he'd missed the first two waves.
He felt the heat of it first. He flapped his great wings, but it was too late. Iggy gasped as it made contact with this right wing. The fire ate up his wing, blackening his beautiful feathers, and if I didn't do anything, continue to burn him to death.
But I did do something. With the incredible speed only I could reach I grabbed him and dived toward the fishing pond on the other side of the park. The wind rushing by partially choked the flame out. We slammed into the water and it hurt so much. I resurfaced, dragging Iggy with me, his wing blackened and raw.
Fang finally caught up with us, pure panic on his face, while the scent of burned feathers and flesh seared in his nose. "Max! Iggy!" he called, approaching the edge of the water.
I gasped weakly and slowly started swimming toward the edge, pulling Iggy along. He thrashed in pain, moaning, with tears streaming down his face. "Just bear it," I said softly. Fang reached out and carefully pulled Iggy out of the water, fighting to keep him as still as possible. The fire was completely dead, but I feared for Iggy.
The voice rang in my head; He'll never fly again.
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No, I'm really going to kill Fang. Unless.....