Fang only moved slightly but by the way his hand moved towards the knife hidden under his bag I knew he was awake. And about to do something so unbelievably stupid I'm surprised he didn't get himself killed. I couldn't do anything to stop him either which made the entire three seconds it took feel like a lifetime. He was up and the knife thrown –with perfect aim I might add – in the direction of the closest Hunter. It would have hit her square in the chest. If she wasn't a Hunter. She easily sidestepped it and the force of the throw cause the knife to wedge itself in a tree behind me.
My head was swimming, I knew what was next and I just couldn't let it happen. I'd spent days trying to figure out why Iggy had taken the hit. Why he was so willing to throw away his life for me. I knew and he knew that with the Hunter distracted he could have easily taken him down soon followed by the other except he chose to die. But as I watched in frozen horror as all five of them calmly turned their attention to Fang who was now armed with another knife and a determined expression on his face I realised something. With the seconds distraction Fang had given me I shot up and grabbed for the knives. They were closing in, curious no doubt. It made my blood boil when they started circling him slowly. Like lions circling prey.
Nudge still hadn't woken, the thought suddenly popped into my head and I glanced at her. Sure enough she was still lying there with her backpack being used as a pillow with no signs of waking up any time soon. She's been drugged was the first thing that came to mind but I pushed it away. My window was closing rapidly and I couldn't spare any of it to think about stuff like that. This was Fang's life and I had to at any cost save him. Armed with my knives and the gun that was in my jacket pocket my muscles relaxed but only slightly. I had thrown at the three biggest before I fully understood what I was doing and I caught two, one in the shoulder and the other in the leg. That brought them back.
The others made a loud hissing noise and spun on me, a gun went off and a knife was thrown. I dodged one but unfortunately the other…well let's just say a very sharp pain shot through my chest and I felt myself crumple to the ground. This is happening too much for my liking. My vision was blurry and every breath caused such pain that the black spots invaded my blurry vision before I knew it.
Third Person's P.O.V.
"Max!" Fang cried as she fell to the ground, blood staining the front of her shirt.
"She's dead." Taunted the Hunter that had shot the bullet which caught her in the chest.
"No." Fang hissed pure fury building up inside him.
"There's nothing you can do." Another laughed and he snapped.
He couldn't hold them in, the anger and frustration and the need to protect Max was just too much for him to control. So he took a deep breath and let it happen, the black feathers exploding around him effectively knocking two of the Hunters over as they stretched out their full 16 feet.
One of the injured Hunters that Max had hit let out a terrified scream, her hands shooting up to cover her ears.
Fang was beyond caring, he was going to kill them all and he didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.
The second the last Hunter fell to the ground from the fatal wound Fang was at her side with his wings still spread out.
"Max." He breathed moving the hair out of her ghostly white face.
She was sucking in short ragged breaths and he felt the tears collecting in his eyes.
Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils so dilated only a thin ring of chocolate brown was visible.
The edges of her white lips twitched into a smile when she saw him and her shaky hands reached up to touch his wings.
He bit back the tears and brought his wings in closer so they were easier for her to reach. It was completely silent besides the rustling of the leaves from the wind.
He caressed her cheek when her eyes closed again, "I'm sorry, Max." he whispered and leant down to brush his lips against hers.
No sooner had their lips made contact that Max's eyes snapped open and she let out a painful scream.
"Max!" Fang cried as she writhed, shaking violently. It seemed to take hours for her screams to stop and when they did they were replaced with tears.
He pulled her into his lap carefully and she clutched him tightly, he rocked ever so gently and stroked her damp hair. He knew he was being cruel, making her suffer so much but he couldn't bring himself to kill her and end the pain.
"M-my back." She choked out, her nails digging into his skin when another wave of pain hit.
His hand drifted down to her back with the intent to ease her pain but he stiffened instantly when he felt it.
It was almost like her very bones were re-organizing themselves beneath her skin. Surprise filling him he dropped his hand and managed to pull Max from him so he could lie her down again. He tore her shirt to get a good look at her wound and sure enough exactly where the deep wound was, there were splinters of metal from the vial he had given her. The bullet hit the vial. The realization hit him like a truck and he had to shake his head to collect his scattered thoughts. He watched in amazement as the skin knitted back together, forcing the metal shards to the surface where they mixed with the blood she'd already lost.
"Oh my god." He gasped, "It works." Minutes later and all that was left of the gaping wound that would have killed her was a small pink scar.
Max's rapid breathing snapped him out of his thoughts.
"It's ok Max, you're going to be fine." He assured sitting her up. He knew from experience how much more painful it was to be on your back as it happened. "I need you to lie on your stomach ok?" Fang said gently.
Max gave a barely noticeable nod and he pulled off his shirt to use as a sort of pillow. Once Max was on her stomach he ripped her shirt, his fingers ghosting over the raised dark brown skin. Almost there. He thought before fetching a bottle of water from Max's bag. He poured it over her back and she sighed as it brought momentary relief.
He cleared the blood to get a better look just as the first feathers began to emerge. Soft fluffy light brown and white feathers slowly coming out of her. He began to rub circles between her emerging wings and she visibly relaxed. Fang didn't know how long it took, he was concentrating hard on easing her pain, until finally they had reached their full length. Probably about fourteen feet and covered in shiny brown and white feathers. He knew they would be hyper sensitive for the first couple of days so he refrained from touched them.
Max's even breathing let him know that she had passed out and he let out a relived laugh.
She was ok.
Right, that was THE WORST chappie I've written so far and I apologise profusely. I tried really hard to make it semi-readable. I blame it on my new school.
So what do you think of Max getting wings? Yes? No? Maybe? IDK you tell me! And YES! The Faxness shall begin soon! Yay! Haha!
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