Hey guys, let's get on with the chapter shall we? I would just like to say, that you guys got the song fast, so here is the next chapter (this is the second chapter I put up today, so if you haven't already, look back at chapter 5) :D
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT CLAIRE AND THE PLOT
Max
I was running, faster then I ever had before. It was warm, warmer then I remember this night being. I knew I was having a nightmare, but it still felt all to real. I knew I was running from my rapist, Dylan, I knew he was going to catch me. I knew everything that was going to happen. You know the feeling when you wish you could do something differently, no matter what? I wanted to change what had happened that night. I wanted to be able to get away, even if it was only a dream!
I've had this nightmare so many times, I can't even count. Every time I ran. Every time he caught me. He always ended up raping me. It always felt real. I was always scared.
I ran my heart out, but then he caught me. I thrashed and thrashed but he was older than me, and much stronger. I didn't even know him! I still don't. I know his name because he had been trying to pick my up before the chase began.
We were on the floor of a dirty alleyway. I didn't know where I was, so even of I got away I didn't know where to go.
He started to kiss and grope me right there, on the floor. I knew what he was going to do next, he would gag me, then take me to an abandoned apartment building that was falling apart. Then he would-
No, not this time, I was going to get away. I would not be broken by this excuse of a man!
Next thing I know, Dylan was on the ground being pummeled be a man dressed in all black. I was so joyful. When the man got off Dylan, I could see his face properly and saw that it was Fang of all people. Who knew he could beat someone up? I thought he was pretty lanky- I just got sidetracked, in a dream. How does that even work?
Anyway, I got up and hugged him, making the dream seem even warmer. I was so thankful to have him here. Have him stop what was going to happen, even of it was only a dream.
"Max, wake up, please wake up."
I knew he was urging me from the dream, but I didn't want it to end yet. It was to amazing to end. I didn't want to leave his safe arms, but all good things must come to an end, right?
I opened my eyes to see a shirtless Fang hovering over me looking worried. At least I think he looked worried, I was to busy checking him out. Who knew he had a six pack? I didn't think he was muscular at all, because the shirt he had been wearing was baggy...
Focus Max! You're practically drooling!I looked back up at his eyes and saw that they were worried and concerned. I then became curious as to why he was hovering over me, where I was at the moment (this room didn't look like the living room I feel asleep in at all), and why I wasn't freaking out over the fact that a shirtless man was hovering over me.
I guess he saw my confused face and got off of me.
Then he began to stutter and ramble.
"Uhh, don't worry, I'm not coming onto you or anything, you slept walk in here, um, well, er-"
I stopped him there by hugging him tightly. I was so happy that I was with him. Even if he had only been able to save me in a dream, I was still very joyful to be with him. I also became aware that he didn't have any pants on, only boxers. It would have been awkward, except the fact that Gazzy has been wanting boxers, because apparently they are 'cool' and he would be cool if he wore them. Yeah, fact of the matter, he runs around in them a lot around the apartment.
Fang was surprised for a moment, before he hugged me back.
"Max, are you okay? Also can you let me go get some pants on?"
At that, I couldn't hold back a slight blush creeping up into my cheeks. I think he saw, but he didn't say anything, or tease me. I was thankful for that.
He got up, put some black basketball shorts on, and came back, sitting cross legged (crisscross apple sauce, Indian sit, what ever you want to call it).
"I'm fine by the way, only had a nightmare that turned into one of the best dreams ever." I told him with a smile.
"You were freaking out quite a bit there, so... Yeah."
"Why am I in a bed with you. Also, why didn't you have your pants on?" I asked seriously. I was just messing with him, but I wanted to see him squirm under the pressure. I am such a great friend, aren't I?
"Well, you see, um, I don't usually sleep with pants on, and you slept walk in here, and-" I started laughing and cut him off.
"I'm just messing with you." I could tell he was relived, and did a little smirk, which made my heart skip a beat. "Is this your room?"
"Yeah, pretty awesome right?"
I looked around the room, laughing, for something to joke about and criticize. I stopped laughing abruptly when my gaze landed on white gauze and a bloody pocket knife.
Fang seemed to follow my gaze and then looked straight at me, ashamed.
"Why?" was all I said.
Interesting chapter right? I feel so bad for Max... I feel really dark for writing Max's nightmare, but it ended up a great dream, right? Right? No, I guess it was still pretty bad..
If you were at Fish Fest you should know this song...
Hint: It's a Christian song
Lord, I want to feel your heart
And see the world through your eyes
I want to be your hands and feet
I want to live a life that leads
Ready yourselves, ready yourselves
Let us shine the light of Jesus in the darkest night
Ready yourselves, ready yourselves
May the powers of darkness tremble as our praises rise
You know the deal, guess the song and the next chapter will be put out earlier :D like tomorrow morning or something :)
I have a question for all of you. Who was your favorite Maximum Ride character and why?
Mine is Total, because he reminded me of what my dogs puppies might look like... He was also a great dog in the series :D he had a great sense of humor.
Have a great day!
-Shaire