Revelation
Song: Bring Me To Life by Evanescence
(A/N: Someone requested this song...so I took days to write it, this song is so awesome. It's a bit like the books, in Max's confusion between Dylan and Fang.)
Gazzy
Angel was dead. We thought so, at least. The explosion was too powerful, there's no way she could've survived. We met up with Fang later. His group had gone somewhere to "have fun." But we, the former Flock, knew all too well that there was no time for this. The cafe where we met him was secluded and dimly lighted. He looked tense, all scrunched up. As we strode in, Max blocked me with her arm.
"Let me talk to him." she said. Behind me, Dylan pushed his way to the front beside her.
"With me, Max. Please." he protested gently. She sighed, and motioned for him to follow her. I could tell that she still cared about Fang. She still loved him.
And he still loves her.
A ragged child's voice pierced my mind. But that could only mean...
Max
I walked in and found Fang, a shadow in the corner. He was wearing all black, except for a dogtag around his neck. Before I could read it, he shifted and the tag disappeared under his hoodie. He looked up at Dylan, and went a bit rigid. He opened his mouth to say something, but then hesitated, studying the window.
"We have to go. Now." his voice was steely calm. I fought the urge to peek at what he was looking at. I pulled my gray hood over my head. Dylan did the same with his navy blue jacket. Fang followed suit, only with a midnight black version. I couldn't stop my chest from aching a bit. We got from the table. I, however, skipped over to Iggy, Gazzy, and Nudge.
"Gazzy and Iggy, patrol the alley we passed. Nudge, perimeter." They nodded and left without protest except for Gazzy, who yelled,
"But Max-!" A bluish-purple mist entered and materialized by Dylan. I snatched my eyes from my Flock.
"Dylan! Behind you!" I yelled. The world turned into fast-motion panic. Each misty cloud formed a man or girl all in black. They had shadowy-black hair and deep purple eyes. They would focus on you, blink once, then launch into full-on battle. My opponent, a girl taller than even me, reached for my face with a bundled fist, but I blocked and kicked forcefully into her stomach. She doubled over for maybe half a second. While she winced, I glanced over at Fang. Remaining calm, he was fighting smoothly, out braining the enemy with every move. Dylan was fighting Max-style, with strategized, quick moves.
"Look at them, Max. You can't save both." A raspy voice said from my side. I turned to face my opponent again, whose face had a swoopy tattoo on it, reading "Violet."
"What do you mean?" I asked defensive. My voice sounded strained. Violet pointed. Fang was still fighting, but his left arm was hanging loose and useless. Dylan was punching and kicking, but he now had two dark warriors to face. Neither one would last much longer. My eyes flicked from one boy to the other. I was unsure of which to choose. How could this happen so quickly? I kneeled and tried to decide. Each moment that passed caused me more pain, watching the two people that I loved most fight for their lives and mine. Violet smiled gruesomely.
"Chose wisely."
She vanished in a plume of dusty smoke. A shattering noise came from the entrance of the restaurant. Maya was breathless and panicked as she sprinted in. She saw Dylan and rushed to his side. Her fighting was too much like his, I realized. My heart was beating so hard that I could feel it, a drum pounding to my panic. I ran over to Fang and grabbed his arm, yanking it back into place. Fang yelled out and turned sharply to me. Landing a sound kick in his opponent's face, I smiled. Fang looked surprised, but he shook it off and began fighting two-handed. The soldier that Fang faced looked worried. A sharp crack echoed from his leg, and he collapsed, dissolving in the same method that Violet had. I was panting, but adrenaline forced me to scan the room and search for any others. None were found. The café was damaged heavily. Smashed tables and wood splinters were scattered around the room, along with cracked chairs and broken lightbulbs. Dylan and Maya walked towards us, their footsteps making crackly noises on the debris. They looked at us.
Dylan
I looked at Max and Fang together. Fang looked out-of-breath, and his shirt was torn, but he was calm still. Max's jeans were ripped at the bottom, and slender cuts on her arms bled. But a look in Max's chocolate brown eyes worried me. Shaking it off, I took my place by her side.
"Who were those?" Maya asked. She looked….beautiful. Expecting the usual unpleasant shock from thinking about another girl, I winced. But nothing happened. Puzzled, I turned to Max. Her appeal was lost. She looked tired. Had I broken my programming, finally?
"Shadow-flyers." answered Fang. He brushed some drywall off of his shoulder.
"Oh! I remember now…" Maya rattled of things I tuned out to, stuck in her gaze.
Max
A headache erupted in my skull. I ignored it, but then it became stronger. My vision swam and blurred. The pain was splitting, stabbing. I collapsed to my knees, clutching my head.
Hello, Maximum.
I thought you were gone! I said loudly to the Voice. My pain became worse, causing me to shout out. Fang looked down at me, alert crossing his face. Another wave of nausea and pain pushed me into blacking out.
Fang
As Max fell to her knees and cried out, clutching her head, I knew that something was wrong. Maya looked critically at her.
"What's her problem?" she asked.
"I don't know, okay? But it's probably serious, not that you care!" I snapped, picking Max up bridal-style. She was lighter than I remembered. She went limp, slipping into unconsciousness. My heart rate sped up. My wings unfolded out of instinct, and I ran for the door. The glass was broken out, so I launched into the air. Gazzy and Iggy flew up to me. They didn't speak, but their faces said too much already. I ignored them and flew faster upward. Getting into the thinner air layers made it easier to breathe for us. Max's eyes shot open. She groaned.
"The Voice is back." Her voice gained alertness. I nodded, pushing some strands of hair from her face.
Max
The pain was gone as I was snatched into consciousness again. I looked up to see the face of Fang. I had forgotten how strong he was. I felt safe, warm, and I remembered how amazing this had felt. I groaned as the contents of The Voice's message rushed back into my brain.
"The Voice is back." I said. The groggyness in my tone vanished. Fang pushed some hair from my face, skimming my cheek lightly in the process. My skin buzzed where he had touched it. A dirty tear dripped my face and into the city.
"And Angel…Angel is alive, Fang."