I have to admit, I had to go through a few songs on shuffle before I got this. I figured it would make an interesting MR.

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Save Us

Drips of rain smacked into the puddles at my feet as I stared at the darkness.

I know I'm dreaming but this is a memory too. I know this is real.

My mouth form the words I hated myself for ever muttering.

"Who will save us?"

That would be me, Maximum Ride, I suppose. Even thought I'm fourteen years old and have other problems.

How I had come to this moment, the truths self-evident and the lies we used to represent on the ground in front of me. The end of Itex, the end of Mr. Chu, and now, the beginning of a better world.

This is what I had been fighting for.

This was my purpose, my life.

Now, I can't go on anymore without thinking about the fact that I was purposeless. My shoulders and wings didn't feel lighter.

Jeb was dead.

I had won.

Flock was hurt.

I would never be the same.

This was for the best…oh, do they sugar coat everything in ones life to make it sound better. Sure, Maximum can save the world. She can do anything.

Then hands tried to pull me aside. I was so glad I had only brought him with me.

My side was bleeding and soaking through my already wet tee shirt. I can't even imagined what he looked like.

I'm standing on the edge of this cliff, the past and the saved world behind my feathered wings that were out open.

What does it take to make this real?

With my soul gone what will I miss?

Can you save us?

Me… the fool for saving us.

There was no price to pay mentioned in the job description.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I formed fists before wiping them away. Me, the weak fool, should've known nothing good came out of this.

"Say the words," I whispered into the dark thunderous wind as my hair whipped in front of my face. "Let it out, go ahead, say anything."

Call me the monster that I was. Admit that I was wrong. Push me over this cliff, I promise I won't use my wings to catch me. Give me the truth and nothing more.

Did they ever consider that we all fall? Did they ever figure I had a heart to break? Would my life ever matter to them? Would they be grateful for what I had done, prevented?

No. They did not and would not.

"Max," such a stupid name that he made sound wonderful. Why did I choose it? Had I known that someday I would be given the weight of the world so I needed a strong name to fit me? Was I asking for this punishment?

I brought my arms up to my chest and crossed them. Loose, torn pants were flapping against my shaking legs. My bare feet were cut and my toes curled into the rocks. I barely heard the scatter of loose earth tremble down along the edge to the silent, judgeless ground.

Too bad he could fly.

He would follow me.

"You saved the world," he whispered. I heard the way his voice longed to reach out to me. 'The flock is safe."

So what, saving the world doesn't make me a less terrible person. Ever notice in those cute cartoons with the heroes, they never actually do anything wrong.

Heroes are flawless, perfect beings who find ways to avoid being evil.

I can't go on…

"Max, maybe we are who we are because it was never meant to be."

Another crack in my heart but he was a stone. I should've expected him to say this now. I would've done it to him if he had done the things that I had. I winced from the pain in my side.

His words had nothing to do with it. I agreed, maybe, about how this was never meant to be.

I had done my purpose, we had held on because that's all we had…each other. Now, we were two different life forms, with better options well, he had better options.

My heart keeps demanding more and more and more to try and go back.

Developing the ability to go back in time would make me a much happier Max, the old Max.

But she wasn't coming back.

I stared out at a crashing ocean with black waters, just like Fang's eyes, hair, and feathers. They were loud and crashing though, not like his silent figure standing behind me.

Take the dagger, Fang, I told him with my mind if he could hear me. Stab me in the heart. I'm better off having no breath in my lungs or air sacs.

My arms dropped lifelessly beside my sides. My left arm grazing my side and sending shocks of pain in me. I always wondered why I never had white feathers like Angel. Why I had these dirt colored wings?

Well, why I can't be an angel?

Ever heard of an angel that was evil…well besides the one that became the devil?

No? My point exactly.

I was raised to be a fighter. I was doing what I was trained and born to be. I was made to save the world. All right I did that.

Now what?

Already, the changed part of me was letting him go. I knew he couldn't reach out to me and hold me to comfort me. I wasn't the Max he knew anymore.

That's all right, I suppose I was okay with that. Maybe time would allow us to be together but if not, well, I was fine with that too.

I was a monster anyways.

And monsters don't deserve to be loved.

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Song is "Save Us" by Cartel. Again, I advise you to look up the lyrics if you don't know them because they really come into play into this story.