Fang's P.O.V.
"Are you sure you want to go today?" she asked me for the thousandth time. Was I speaking English, oh sure, now I've become bilingual?
"Yes, I'm kind of in a rush…" Saving some people's lives…
"Just tell me something," she said. Her voice was getting low and the following syllables came in a rush which told me that this was some alert secret. Oh boy.
"Yes?" I asked nervously.
"I know where you got those wings, Nick," she said. Wwwhhhattt?!!! Did she think it was some sort of Halloween costume?
"And where might that be?" I asked incredulously Her eyes gleamed…sadly?
"Nick…I was just wondering…about earlier. You mentioned Max?" she tried to clarify things here and I decided to go with the flow.
"Yes, Max Ride?" I replied. She nodded.
"Do you know where she is? Do you know if she is safe?" she was now desperately gripping my wrists while tears started springing to her eyes. Um…what was I to do? I wasn't the best at emotional situations. Should I pat her back…should I wipe her tears?
"I am not sure. She's probably in one place where you would never want to be," I simply said that fact, and I guess she took it kind of hard. She sat down in the living room couch and she started sobbing terribly.
"Oh no! Her life is over! Her normal life is over! My own…" she trailed off when she choked on her own tears. Okay, keep your thoughts coherent. I went and sat down next to her, unsure of what to do with that slim figure.
"What do you mean? Do you know her? Are you her aunt?" I asked. More tears flooded her long eyelashes, and she tried her best to cover her face. Her rich brown hair provided as a little curtain by her shoulders.
"I'm not her aunt, Nick! I know all about you Nick; I also know a lot about Max…she's my daughter."
Come again?
Max's P.O.V.
"You're fat," I said scanning my eyes over my little inquirer.
She turned quite red, but neither less continued.
"Max, I need you to answer my questions. Have you ever injured yourself before so you needed blood transplant?" What kind of stupid question was that? I mean, for once in my life, I wanted to be asked what my favorite ice cream flavor was.
"You have quite a stubby chin right there," I retorted. Her white knuckles portrayed quite an interesting display for my entertainment.
"Maximum Ride, young lady—." She couldn't finish it.
"No one may call her Maximum Ride, only I can." A man's voice reached my ears just as he opened the door into my little prison cell.
It was a man, a man who looked really familiar to me. A man of such similarities to those of mine.
Fang's P.O.V. (sorry for so many point of view changes, do you not like them? Well, well, well…why don't you answer it in a review! Lol going on…)
The sound that came out of my mouth closely resembled some sort of choking noise.
"Um…I'm not sure that your daughter is the Max that I'm talking about," I said awkwardly. She suddenly stopped sobbing and slapped me on my arm. Harshly.
Dr. Martinez's P.O.V. (very rare indeed)
I tapped Fang slightly on his arm. Did the boy not understand when he had gone through the similar torture?
"Of course I know it's the Max you're talking about! My husband…he," I paused for a second, not sure of what to say. My memory flooded back to the time when I had met him…
He was a pure genius. We were both enhanced in different criteria of science, very well educated. Until he took the word 'enhancement' in a whole new level.
I was studying to be a vet, my sole dream career. I thought he would similar paths as me seeing that he was interested in genetics and the genes of living organisms. But never did I dream that he would become a…a…a killer.
I knew. I knew all the horrible facts. He would still sometimes call me, I dislocated all calls submitted from the lab's phone. Asked my phone company for a favor, but he would always somehow track me down, and talk to me. Mostly about our daughter.
I wanted to get the government involved, give them a punishment for a crime not worth death. But I was too deeply involved now to get out. I had dug a hole too deep for a ladder to reach. I was stuck.
Eyeing the young patient (emo, I should mention. I had bought him perfectly decent clothes, in fact. But no! He doesn't do anything but to just wrap chocolate chip cookies in a napkin for Max and wear indecent clothes for kids like him. Did I mention, ALL BLACK?!) I noticed how much he missed Max. We shared something in common.
Even though I wanted to talk to Ella about Max, tell her everything I knew, I just couldn't. Ella was normal for once unlike Max or Ari, and I wanted it that way. Somehow, Jeb believed Max was the one.
"Who's your husband?" Fang eyed me suspiciously. Then his eyes widened in shock of disgust. "Is it Jeb?!" he yelled, outraged.
"It's not like I had a say in the matter, Nick! I just—," he wouldn't let me finish.
"Stop calling me Nick!" he yelled. His voice rang through the house and that happened to be the time when Ella walked home from school.
"Mom?" her voice was cowered expecting the worst.
"I'm leaving…now," Nick said getting up and awkwardly raising up a hand for Ella.
He was like a son to me for like two days. He was kind, offered to do chores. Never was one of those teenagers who messed with Ella or did anything to disapprove parents. He was a dear person to me, and although knowing for less than three days, I was going to miss him with all my heart.
"Wait! Will you do me a favor?" I asked. I could see the questions buried in his eyes he wanted to know everything, but he had to leave. He was going to save someone. My daughter, Max.
"Yes?" his voice was a calm whisper.
"Give her this. Say it's from you," I said quietly. There was a reason behind this.
He looked down at the piece I had put before him. It was a silver winged necklace. Perfectly carved at easily rounded angles and details.
"Don't tell her I'm her mom," I said. He looked up while holding the delicate piece of jewelry in his big hands.
"Why? Is Jeb after you too?" he looked like he regretted his sentence. I understood. Of course, if Jeb had wanted to capture me, he would have already known it by now.
"No. Just tell her—." I couldn't finish my sentence. My eyes dropped betraying tears: cold yet hot. Full of feeling.
He nodded gravely. He wrapped his arms around me awkwardly with unease and finally let go giving me a small smile I hadn't seen since he had been here.
I didn't move at all and didn't do anything until I heard those reassuring flaps of his wings.
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