The Sensibility

Max…she was always strong and certain of herself. She made the best, smart decisions. But that was the Max with Fang.

New Max, she was just an empty shell that looked like the great Maximum Ride. I wasn't sure how to fix her, she was Fang's girl, not mine. She was always like a sister to me, the big older sister who always yelled at me for making bombs.

But Max was practically in tears…when she kissed me, I wasn't sure as to what I was supposed to do. But I knew what we were doing wasn't right.

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In my life, I have only loved eight people and one dog in my life. That's less than two hands worth of people.

Angel: My baby.

Gasman: My little trooper

Nudge: My talkative fashion guru

Ella: My half-sister

Jeb: Father (before he was a traitor)

Dr. Martinez: My mom

Total: Talking dog wonder

Iggy: My sexist bomber

Fang: Fang

Only one of them, however, did I truly love. Only one made my heart speed up, make me stumble with words, make me fly away with confusion, and still be the most trusted one in my life. The one who left me once upon a time but I took him back just as easily as if he had never been gone. One who kissed me under the stars in the dessert, one who just got me like he could read my mind, and made me feel like being Maximum Ride wasn't that bad after all.

Well guess what world?! He was gone. The stupid scientists that gave us life took his life away from us as if we had never lived at all. To them, we were experiments way past their expiration date like rotten milk cartons. They took him…they took Fang from us. They killed him…well, I guess I'd have to kill them back.

A tear slid down my cheek and touched Iggy's skin as well while we kissed. Sure, this didn't feel right. There was no hiding this was Iggy and not Fang. I'm a fool to think I could even try to go through with this.

Max, stop. Get your act together and go save the world like you were created to do.

The Voice…for almost all of its existence had no characteristic besides annoying. Now, there was a tint of a tone so warm and familiar that I listened without question. I backed out of the kiss quickly and opened my eyes to see a frightened Iggy with his shirt off. My eyes went as wide as dinner plates. What had I almost done? I covered my face in embarrassment and burst into tears.

"Max," I heard Iggy grabbing his shirt and putting it back on.

"I'm sorry Igs," I mumbled through my hands. My shoulders were shaking. I felt Iggy reach out for me but I was so scared of what I might do that I pulled away. Happy Christmas, I thought miserably to myself. "I…I don't know what got into me."

I stood up and turned my back to Iggy. I ran a hand through my hair. I opened my eyes but only because when I shut them I pictured Fang, falling and then lying there dead on the ground. "You're hurt Max. You aren't yourself." No, the real me wouldn't have made such an irrational decision as to make out with her friend, almost like a brother, because the love of her life was shot. What a screwed up life I have… "Max, come downstairs, the kids want to see you." How could Iggy act so innocently as if I hadn't just made a move on him…two weeks after Fang died? How could he be so understanding about the fact that I was using him? I swallowed back more tears and turned around, Iggy still sat on the bed looking at me. "Max," he said with a mature voice, "You made a mistake. You're broken. I will fix you…I promise. But this," he waved a hand between us, "Is definitely not the way to do so."

I wiped my eyes, "Since when did you grow up?" Iggy laughed and I smirked. "You're right though," he raised an eyebrow because I never admit that Iggy is right ever, "I made a mistake, a stupid, unlike me mistake." Iggy gave me a sad smile and nodded his head to agree with me. "I'm going for a fly, then I'll go visit the kids." Without hesitation, I went for the window and jumped out, wearing nothing but pajamas even though it was the cold of winter.

As the wind made my eyes tear up, I focused on just flying through the gray and cloudy sky. There was a distinct smell of possible snow. My arms and bare feet felt the chill of the winter air.

Fly all you want Max, you can't leave your troubles behind.

At the sound of the Voice, I tucked in my wings and let myself fall towards the ground. I landed in a pile of snow and curled my body up.

Fang is gone Max…he's dead.

What do you want with me?! Are you just screwing with me Voice? Huh, is that what you want? To break me apart…well, you've done your job because I'm fucking broke.

Emotions Max, you're too attached to them. One day, you're going to lose your mind because of them.

Maybe I already have…just shut the hell up.

Max…

SHUT UP!

I let out one broke sob to erase the Voice out of my head, especially as it said my name because…because…

Because now, instead of not knowing who the Voice was, it was definitely a he. I recognized the tone, the slight whisper like autumn leaves landing on the ground. I had known this voice since we could talk. The Voice, for some reason, sounded exactly like…

Fang.

The Augury

The only thing she ever wanted was for me to be there.

Sadly, I couldn't be. I had searched the island. No sign of life. I searched the seas. No sign of land. The truth of the matter was, I was on a secluded island and knowing my luck, it was in the freakin' Bermuda Triangle where all those people get lost.

I sat on a log that I found stranded and broken on the sand. For some reason, seeing that lone long out there, it reminded me of Max. I bet she was worrying about me. She always worried about me. I poked at the fire I made. Eventually, I'd have to find some animal to cook up and enjoy while trying my best to devise of a plan. I felt myself getting warmer near the flames. My eyes stared down at the reflection of the fire, the oranges and reds and yellows brilliantly coming together in a tracing moment until…

"Totally cute," Nudge stated while Max and I landed on the beach still holding hands. Have you ever flown while holding someone's hand and then trying to land without letting go? Well, no, I guess you haven't so all you can go off is my opinion. It's hard. We all went to sit on a few logs that had been purposely placed on the beach for people to sit on. It was nice, we were all alone.

We all talked, had a good time, and ate. Max started to get tired and rested her head on my shoulder. She smelled like salt water and coconuts. Her tanned skin was lightly freckled and she was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. This was Max happy and relaxed. She was beautiful.

Eventually, we had to go to bed and we opted to stay out on the beach for the night where we could watch the stars. I offered to take first watch because Max was tired, especially after she had saved her mother. I still recall the feeling of her breaking down in my arms. Max gave me this serious look and said, "Can I use you for a pillow?" I would've responded, 'you could use me for a punching bag' but she was already resting her head on my leg so I chose to just let her go to sleep.

I was tending after the fire when I started to lose focus on my sight. It zoomed in and out, and I would've freaked out but I didn't want to wake up the rest of the flock. Images flashed in front of my eyes, the flock flying and then falling. A voice rang out in my head in a painful manner, Fang will be the first to die.

I was forced out of my trance by a scream and I looked over to see Angel. Her eyes connected with mine, the last image both in our minds…it was me, dead. Max was wide awake now, "What's going on?"

"Max," Angel whispered, "I just saw something…the future…and it said Fang will be the first to die." Blocking my thoughts from Angel, I wondered if she realized that she had been reading my mind or if she honestly thought it was herself who had just seen the images…of the possible future. Would it come true?

I hoped not, not with the way Max's eyes staring at me with a pained expression.

I reached out for Max's hand, forgetting that it was just an old memory, and my hand entered the flames. Screaming with the warmth, I freaked out and pulled away. My hand appeared normal but my entire body was burning up. My blood was boiling and I shut my eyes as I let out a scream of agony.

What was going on with me? I raked my burning hands through my hair. The insides of me felt on fire but on the outside I was normal. A Voice rang through my mind…

Your journey has only just begun Fang...

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The Sensibilty means The Ability to Feel

The Augury means The Prophecy

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