LAST CHAP! Thank you all so much for sticking with me, and I just don't know how to thank you enough. I've had fun writing this, and I hoped you enjoyed reading it. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm kinda sad to see this end…it was fun, right? (also, Anna, looks like we failed our mission! Oh, well, we can try this year, right?) A/N-also, I remember I said I would give you guys to the link for my new story. Well, its kinda scary/disturbing (lol) so I don't know….anyway: .com/1630110-oblivion
THANK YOU!
:D -Nina
I stared at the madman, mouth agape. Was he kidding? "Teleporting here almost made me pass out. How the hell am I supposed to do that fifty billion times around the world?"
Jeb smiled at me, his forehead crinkling up. "I know you can do it, Maximum. That's exactly what you're programmed for."
I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest. Fang also did those actions, both of us now staring Jeb down. "Yeah? Really, Jeb?" I started, my anger getting to my head. "How about the rest of my Flock? Did you program all of this? For Iggy's blindness? Nudge and her hundred miles per hour talking? Fang and his invisibility? Gazzy and his murderous farts? Angel and her psychotic abilities? Jeb, no. I cannot."
"You can. If you don't, then the world's death will weigh heavily on your shoulders. Listen to me, Max. I-"
"No. You aren't my father. You haven't been there to help me, so why should I take orders from you? You have no authority whatsoever over me. I'm going to do it, but don't let the fact that you "helped" me get to your head. I'm leaving." I said bluntly, moving my arms around angrily. Looking to the side, I saw a few sheets of paper, along with pictures. I quickly grabbed them, scanning across them frantically.
Yes! This was a printout of the world, along with X marks where the bombs were! Each area had it's own picture, some as fabulous as the Eiffel Tower, but others as icky as the sewers. I looked up at Jeb. Flashing him an almost demonic grin, I left the area, heading for the nearest door out.
I was really, seriously proud of myself. I stood up to Jeb, and now I was on my way out. Fang had watched my episode silently, and in my peripherals, I could see him nodding occasionally. I smiled. One for Max, and none for Jeb.
Looking around, I noted that we were in an alleyway, and it stank. Bad. So I glanced at Fang quickly, and pulled my wings out. Rising into the air, I hovered until Fang caught up with me. Alright…bomb one…here! In the nearby town…I looked over at Fang. How were we going to find the bomb, with so little time? I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Why me?
"You can do it, Max." Fang said quietly beside me. I turned my head, surprised. He…well, he never really ever got emotional. His eyes were boring into mine, and something sparked within me.
He was mine.
I smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. Suddenly an idea struck me. I pulled back, and with a gleam in my eyes I told him my theory. He nodded and 'hmmed' at the appropriate times, and when I was finished, he told me it would work.
I stared down at our first destination…a few miles away. Clearly the picture was of town hall. I closed my eyes and searched for my specialty within. Gripping the picture and Fang's hand tightly, I finally found it.
Taking in a breath, I yanked at the feeling I had within. Fang gasped beside me, and I immediately opened my eyes. Squeezing in another lungful of air, I stared ahead, amazed.
We were standing in front of a white building, the center of the city. We were at town hall. Fang grinned beside me and released my hand. I grinned alongside him for a minute until another thought hit me.
How were we supposed to find the bomb?
It could be anywhere, under the building, on top of it. I sighed in frustration as a hysterical felling bloomed within. This couldn't work. I couldn't do this.
"Damn," Fang murmured beside me. I dropped my head down. How could I be so naïve?
Fang quickly turned my head to him. I noted his eyes sparkling and I stared back suspiciously. Did he just lose it? Because I surely thought that I would go crazy first. I mean-
"Picture the bomb," He said, shaking me a little. I stared back for a minute, until it hit me. Duh! Of course!
I grasped his hand again and looked down at the pictures in my hand. I had dropped the papers apparently when I "teleported." I looked at the town hall we were currently at and shut my eyes. Picturing cartoonish bombs with a lit fuses, I grinned. Feeling a whoosh of air, I opened my eyes into darkness. Fang cursed as he tripped over something, and I reached out blindly. Damn darkness, I cursed.
A light flicked on and I looked around. Thank god it was only Fang, he had found the switch. I smiled at him before looking down at the contraption at my feet. Getting off the bomb, I saw a digital clock counting down. Fang moved over next to me and I reached out. How was I supposed to stop the bomb? If only Iggy were here…
"How do we turn it off?" I said almost to myself. Fang stood up and stretched. I looked up at him before glancing back at the bomb. Why weren't there any off buttons? Or signs that said "Press this to shut off bomb?"
I stood up to see that Fang was gone.
"Fang?" I said out loud. Suddenly a crash and a spark hit my side and I twisted around back to the bomb. There was Fang, with a metal bat-where did he get that?- and a triumphant grin on his face. Next to him in a broken pile of junk that used to be the bomb. I walked up to Fang and smacked him in the chest.
"You idiot!" I yelled at him. I stepped into his embrace. "You could've killed both of us!"
"But I didn't." He said, smiling against me.
I shook my head and stepped away. Looking at the pile of pictures in my hand, I knew we had a lot of work to do.
Fang nodded and gripped the bat tighter, and holding my hand with his other hand. I glared down at the next picture before me, and used my new power.
An hour later, I held up the last picture. Fang and I were so worn out, especially me. All of that teleporting had made me want to hike up in a corner and sleep for eternity. The last picture was of The Red Square in Russia. Okay, I know I didn't have a very good education, but I knew that this was Russia.
"Is it really the last one?" Fang asked me. I nodded and grabbed his hand again. We only had an hour left for the last bomb, and it had been unbelievably easy. This was way too easy, it was as if we knew that there was going to be some rain on our parade.
We appeared inside some cathedral, St. Basil's I was guessing, and I was so worn out. The place really had an outstanding architecture, but I was way too tired and uninspired to care. Fang kissed my cheek before helping me off the bomb. Apparently everywhere I teleported, I landed on top of whoever or whatever I wanted to go to.
Fang raised the bat high in the air and brought it down. The last threat to the world, at least one that I could stop, had ended. We did it!
With some brand new energy, I ran over to Fang and kissed him. We saved the world, really we had, and it was over. No more threats, no more broken promises. It was over.
I teleported us back into Jeb to see him with a surprised look on his face. I noticed that he was also surprised to see us. He stood up excitedly. "Did you do it?"
I feigned sadness. "No, I couldn't. I don't know how to shut off some bombs, so you and I have an hour to live." With that, I teleported Fang and I back to the clearing where Maddy and Iggy were. I burst out laughing while Fang shook his head at me. I smiled at him and kissed both of his cheeks. I pinched them like an old lady would and I kissed his pursed lips. The world was off my shoulders, literally and metaphorically. I was stress free, there wasn't anything that could bring me down now.
Maddy and Iggy weren't at the clearing anymore, so I dragged Fang down onto the grass with me. I was just so damn happy, why wasn't he? I laughed at myself for being such an idiot. Why couldn't Fang be stress free like me?
He stared at me for a minute before cracking a smile. He rolled himself so that he was hovering over me. He pressed his lips to mine for a minute before I pushed him away. I giggled like a little girl and spread my wings. I was rejuvenated with energy, and now Fang was too.
We could spend our lived happily with each other…forever. We did it. We saved the world.
Epilogue
"Mom! Violet keeps pulling my hair!" Rose screeched as she ran into Fang's and my bedroom. I sighed as I got off the bed, Fang huffing in disappointment. I flashed him grin and I picked up Rose in my arms. Five years ago she was my little baby, now she's already a pre-teen.
Violet ran into my room and tugged on my leg. I looked down to her dark black hair, and sighed. These girls were the miniature female Fangs. I knelt down until I was eye to eye with Violet. "Honey, you can't do that…it's not nice. Now say you're sorry to Rose."
Rose tilted her chin up. Waiting for an apology. Violet huffed to herself and left the room, leaving Fang, Rose and I in silence. I whispered to Rose, "Go to Violet, and tell her its okay. You two be nice to each other now, you're sisters…not enemies. I love you." Rose said she loved me too and left the room, now leaving only Fang and I. Silence.
I walked over to the door and locked it. Spinning around, I walked back to the bed with a seductive sway to my hips. I leaned down and let my eyelashes hide my eyes. Running a finger down Fang's chest, I heard his breathing hitch. Guess I still had that same effect on him as I did in the past. He quickly grabbed at me and pulled me to him.
"Impatient, much?" I laughed.
"Mmm, yes. But, I've waited too long."
"Wow, just one night. Fang, really?"
He laughed, and his eyes shone even brighter. "Yes, really. Now, my beautiful Max…where were we?"
"Anabelle?" It's me, Kevin. Let me in, please."
Ana sighed and opened the door. There, standing at the front door of her apartment in Italy, stood Kevin LaRouge. She blushed furiously at her encounter with him at the local bar last night, her drunken mind hadn'tmade the wisest decisions.
Thank god he didn't remember. Or did he?
"I…I'm sorry about last night. I mean…I knew you liked it cause of all of your screa-"
"Kevin!" Ana hissed at him. "Shut up! I mean…I didn't…"
He laughed. "It's okay. This is for you." He handed her the solitary rose he was holding and she smile dup at him. Kissing him on the cheek, he seemed happy enough and left.
Ana shut the door and leaned back heavily on it. After her Maxis incident, she had started over. Changing her last name and moving to Florence, Italy seemed like a good idea. What was the coincidence that her savior, Kevin. Lived in Florence too? Ana sighed, but was happy with what she had. She sighed contentedly.
Life was good.
"Maddy, you cannot understand. I really used to be blind. I just…had the operation done and now I can see. End of story." Iggy said. He smiled at the brown haired beauty in his arms, and held her tighter.
"Oh, so now I'm the epilogue? Your story is over? Huh. Guess you don't need me anymore, so I'll just be leaving. Goodbye…Mr. Iggy. I-"
He crushed his lips to hers to silence her. Even after five years, she hadn't fully let Dylan go. Iggy had been the stand by man, her shoulder to lean on and to cry on when she needed. But after two years, after getting his own apartment and having Nudge and Gazzy move in with him, Maddy had grudgingly obliged. He smiled at the memory.
He finally had her now; she was all he had ever needed. They were complete opposites, but the term opposites attract had fit them perfectly. He quickly kissed her and moved away. Her stomach chose to growl at the moment and he laughed.
"Hungry?" He asked her, brushing a thumb over her right cheek. She was so adorable to him, his personal angel from heaven.
"Food? No. You? Well, I-"
"Yes?"
She smiled against his lips. "Yeah, absolutely."
The little boy sat on the swing, slowly rocking back and forth. His past had always been a troubled one, and he couldn't remember his parents at all. But his aunt, Auntie Angel had been there for him. She was all he could remember from his past.
He was only five years old, his eyes bright red still from birth. Stares were normal, and he was used to them. His name? Well, Angel had named him Dallas, for that was her favorite city.
Dallas, he pondered. Why Dallas? He shook his head. He knew he was special, much more so than the other five year olds he knew. He had the mind of a teenager, in the body of a child.
He was always confused. Aunt Angel had taught him how to fly, with his
speckled brown and white wings, but Auntie Angel never told him how to
control his other side.
When he became angry, he morphed. Half human, half wolf. Aunt Angel had said it was because he was special, all the time he had to keep his temper in check, or else his secret would be let out. And he couldn't possibly have that.
"Dally?" Aunt Angel called. Dallas removed himself from the swing and walked up to his teenage aunt. She patted his head and held his hand. Going into an alleyway, she spread her wings, signaling for him to spread his.
In a matter of minutes, they were soaring through the sky. Dallas had always loved flying, and still did. He wouldn't ever trade it for anything else. Aunt Angel had a way of getting money, so he wasn't in dire need of anything. He had everything he had ever wanted. With only one exception. Parents.
True, he was happy with the story Aunt Angel had told him. That his
parents were terrible people, and she had saved him from their evil clutches.
Dallas looked out and across the land. So much to do, so much to learn. He had a life ahead of him, and he planned on living it to the fullest. He smiled, content with his plans. He knew he could do it.
Because….this was only the beginning.
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