Living

Song: The Edge Of Glory

max

I kicked out the jaw of another mutant. Eyes glazed over, they hardly fought back in their trance of 'The One Light will save us all! Blah, blah.' Fang and Iggy fought back-to-back, spinning to get the weakest angles on the enemy. Dylan and I flew above, fighting off any winged predators. He wore all black, even down to some designer sunglasses that he picked up. Me? Oh, I'm dressed nicely, for me, anyway, in a grey vest and matching tank top, and black, washed-out style shorts; living, breathing, and feeling the air of anticipation as the apocalypse dawns on the world. We'll fight it, all the time, for as long as we need. The younger kids were un-brain-washing some of the mutants, spraying them with icy cold water from a nearby fire hydrant. Fang's Gang fought below, zipping between attackers with ease. We're all one group, if I think about it. Not just the kids with wings, but our little resistance. Who knows how long that this peace, persay, will last? I'm happy just to live another day with my family, my Flock.

dylan

I watched and guarded Maximum as she was dipped in her own thoughts. It wasn't hard; the attack flow had slowed dramatically. Her brown hair was tustled in the breeze, the sun streaks in it shined. Her brown eyes shone, and she flapped her wings lightly, bobbing in the wind, her 13-foot long wingspan catching me in a rare moment of awe. In all my regrets of being alive, of joining the Flock, there is one thing for certain, in concrete. I was made for this. I can and will survive another day. Wether it be with all the Flock, or just me and Maximum. Because there wouldn't be just me. I would rather first die for Max then to be alone, without her. It's what I live for.

fang

I shifted my back against Iggy's and punched a glassy-eyed reptilian killer.

Iggy was doing well, the colors fading into his fists as he fought. Maximum hovered above with her 'other half', Dylan. All I wanted to do was keep her safe by leaving and she was broken, burned, and torn for it. More than anything, I wanted to return to her side and be with her. But as much as I wanted or needed it, I couldn't reopen her half-healed wound. Dylan would be as good as any to take care of her and love her like I always will, just secretly. I could deny it, and I could keep it a secret, but I would always be Max's true love. End of story.

maya

I stood lazily gazing at the sky from my lookout point. I haven't been alive for long, really, but I still value every moment of this life. I am a copy, not even as good as the original, made to split a love so strong that even I could feel its destressed waves when it was broken. I leaned over the edge of the building to the fight scenes. Fang may act like he loves me, but he loves Max. The Max. Not me, but his Maximum. I'll fight for liberty from these jerk One Light people for as long as the world is still in one piece (which might not be for long). But as I stood, feeling the heat of the battle, I came upon the most perfect word for this very moment.

Living.