Whew! It's been approximately 2 1/2 months since my last update, and I feel absolutely terrible that I have not posted anything in such a long time. :::((((( During that time, I did many things, some of which include: 1) Reading the entire Twilight Saga, and then going back and rereading the first one. 2) Losing the outline I had planned to use for the fight scene in the following chapter, which I then could still not find even after cleaning out my entire desk, which took about a day. 3) Began to confuse the character of Fang with the character of Edward, from Twilight, which was not a good thing. 4) Skimmed over the Maximum Ride series just to get a feel for what it was like. Hey, did you know that, while Maximum Ride somehow smells horrible, Twilight is, like, the best-smelling book ever? Cool stuff, man, cool stuff. Enjoy!
My first instinct was to run, but I decided that Max doesn't do that. So, I gave Maya my best "You're on" face as she swung a punch that sailed over my head, due to my fast reflexes telling me to duck. Unfortunately, I hadn't noticed Max.3, Anger, behind me, and as I spun around to strike a blow, she hit me first in the gut, knocking the breath out of me. Even though it was hard to suck in oxygen for a few moments, I tried to run as fast as I could regardless. Once I had regained normal physical ability, I turned around real quick to face Anger, and punched her real hard in the face. She staggered, and I felt triumphant, until I heard a loud voice, my voice, shrieking, "FANG IS MIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNEEE, YOU SISSY!"
Just as my brain registered a thought: what? Max.4 was flying at me, aiming a kick at my face. I ducked under her as she flung over my head. She landed stealthily on the floor, and pounced, once again, at my face, arms reaching in front of her head, ready to claw my eyes out, probably "for Fang." I grabbed her wrists as she jumped up at me, pulling her to the ground again on the other side of me. Her landing wasn't as graceful as her last.
The next thing that happened was a surprise. Dancing toward me was Max.8, the happy one. She hopped to a stop in front of me, beaming at me as she stretched her arms out wide for a hug; a suicidal attempt if you ask me. I didn't bother giving her my best "you're kidding" face before I punched her in the stomach and, while she was bent over trying to catch her breath, forced her face into my knee twice.
Suddenly a burst of pain flamed in my knee. I looked up to see Max.5, the one that was supposed to be the brainiac, staring blankly at me. I'm sure she would have been able to pummel me quite nicely if it wasn't for Max.6, who came sprinting toward us full-speed screaming, "Don't worry, Max.4, I'll save you!" Max.4? I thought, doing a quick scan around me, seeing that it was really just .5 and me. Oh,yeah,she'sthestupidone, I clarified for myself, remembering now.
Max.6 practically flew (well, not really) into .5, who gave a startled yelp as they fell to the ground. .6 scrambled to her feet and then hugged me tightly, releasing me after a good squeeze. She stepped back then, as if admiring her work. I abruptly kicked her in the face.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could see something fast coming toward me. Max.3, Anger, was whizzing toward me, ready to pound me into dust happily. Fortunately, before this sadistic event could take place, an earsplitting wail of sadness came from the corner of the room, where Max.7, Sadness, sat, her shoulders lightly shaking, tears pouring down her face for some unknown reason. It was sort of hard to believe that these freakish people were all parts of myclone.
I used this odd distraction as a way to find a gap in Anger's defenses. Victoriously, I was able to roundhouse kick her before she could process the fact that I had begun to move.
Because the world just doesn't want to cut me any slack today, Max.8 tried to run toward me again, probably so she could try hugging me again, when .4, Love, thrust her hand out in front of .8 to stop her. "No," I heard her say. "She's mine."
I stuck my tongue out at her, and then Lovey-Dovey sprinted at me full force, leaping into the air like a ninja. She was ready to make a sneaker imprint on my face – figuring that I won't be very attractive after that and Fang will be all hers – when I duck swiftly underneath her.
Unfortunately, something hard and boney kicked my ankles out from under me and I fell down on my back. It was hard to process everything, but Max.5, Knowledge, was suddenly on top of my stomach, feet on either side of me, reeling back her fist to punch me. Lightning-quick, I snapped my left hand out and caught her fist just as it began to fly toward my face. I threw my other fist at her own face, which made a direct hit and sent her, stunned, into a small daze. I took advantage of her momentary confusion instantly and I lifted her from my body and onto the ground as I scrambled up onto my feet.
Sudden force on my back made me stumble forward. Surprised, I regained balance and tried to figure out what was clinging to my back. I didn't have to dig long, though, because soon I heard my voice shouting, "I'll teach you for kissing myman!" I almost wanted to roll my eyes, but knew that would not help me. Max.4 started clawing at my hair, trying to mess it up even more than it already was. "You won't look so attractive once I'm done with you!" Max.4 shouted.
Through the hair that was now in my face, I was able to see Max.6, Stupidity, running around to every clone she saw and randomly kicking her. I used this to my advantage and started to make my way toward 6, who was just kicking Max.7, Sadness, who then launched into a new round of tears. I stopped a couple feet from 6, and then I dropped to my back, where 4 was. She let out a startled yelp when I was suddenly on top of her. Max.6 saw us and started toward us to kick someone. Max.4, who was struggling to get out from underneath me, loosened her grip on me once we hit the ground. I was able to untangle myself from her and stand up before 6 could kick me. Instead, she triumphantly kicked Love in the head, who then seemed to blank out.
I scanned myself, doing 360-degree circles, searching for a new opponent. I didn't see another clone until I spotted the open doorway that the clones came in through in the first place. In the doorway stood someone new that I hadn't seen before.
She wore dark jeans, white, new sneakers, and a white blouse. Her blond hair was brushed and sitting over her left shoulder. A green barrette held the shiny hair out of her blank, flawless face.
My face.
Who'sthis? I wondered, forgetting everything but this new Max before me. I was half expecting the Voice to jump in and tell me, but it made no appearance. Maybe it didn't want me to know. Maybe I shouldn't know. Maybe I would be better off not knowing who this perfect, new replica of me was. Maybe I didn't want to know of this Max that seemed to surpass me in every visible way.
Suddenly, two hands gripped my ankle. Looking down, I saw Max.7 clutching my jeans, staring into my eyes with a look of desperation crossing her face. A desperate, helpless look that I had never seen on my face before, ever. I didn't think I was capable of it.
"Kill me," she whispered, tears cascading down her pale cheeks. "Kill me, please." Her grip tightened around me, making sure I could not run. She glanced down before repeating, "Kill me" more forcefully this time.
Something in her eyes made me forget she was an enemy. She was suddenly a friend, a best friend, a friend I didn't want to be hurting. Abruptly, I told myself to toughen up again and I shook her off of me while she tried to cling onto me shouting, "What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me? What's wrong with me!"
I tried to get away from her before she could influence me any further. And it hit me then: the thing I should have been thinking about this whole time, but was too caught up in everything to think clearly.
Where was Maya?
Whether she would be attacking the clones or attacking me, I wasn't sure, but she wasn't here, in this room. Did she escape, through the door? Did she call in that other Max clone? I glanced once again to the doorway, only to see that the newest Max wasn't there.
I searched around the room frantically for my possibly only ally here. But I couldn't find her. Maya wasn't here.
I still wasn't able to put all the pieces together by the time all six Maxes surrounded me, the desire to kill all prominent in their eyes.
BUGAHABUGAHABUGAHAHAHHAHAHA WOW THAT TOOK A LONG TIME. That was lame, right? I mean, that long for just 3 whimpy pages? NO! I mean, sure they're full of action and stuff, but it really shouldn't have taken that long. Oh, and by the way, if you happen to catch any typos from past/present tense, I am sorry. Please tell me if you catch any of those. I have been writing a lot of other stuff in present tense, and so I have to constantly go over each sentence over and over again because I keep writing "is" or "am" or "look" or "kick" or anything else. :( Oh, and tell me what you think about all the Maxes? Favorites? Least favorites? Anyone?
Anyway, COMMENT, COMMENT, COMMEEEEENNTT!
~avian-american-supporter wants to cry now: best victory of the month goes to completing chapter 5! :D