Moe: I will tell you now, I started typing this Nov 30th 2012
Max: Yeah, but how long will it take you to finish?
Moe: Give me... three days. If less, than I expect comments!
Nudge: She's butt-hurt that she hasn't gotten any and she doesn't think people are reading any longer. But can you blame them? It took you Forever to update! Those poor people who enjoyed this. Over a year! Your so rude to them, moe, why would they be nice in return for such ru-
Moe: I get it!
Angel: Moe owns nothing besides her own character, Dove. And the rating has gone up for violence and other future reasoning.
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(Back in Russia, 3rd person p.o.v)
Dima looked frustrated as she remade coffee for the third time within the last hour. No one even had a chance to drink from it yet. When Alik had asked why she poured out it out the first time, she simply mumbled that it was cold. Alik kept quiet than, though he knew he had seen steam coming from it as she poured it away.
The conference room was dead silent expect for the slow dripping of the coffee. It was eerie. Alik continuously ran his hands through his hair in a nervous manner. The room was windowless and only held two tables, the actual conference table and the one that held the coffee, and eight padded red chairs that surrounded the larger of the two table. Alik occupied one of the chairs and was leaning back at a dangerous angle. Dima haven't taken a seat since they entered the room.
After what seemed like forever, the door opened. Four erasers entered, carrying large, semi-automatic guns over their shoulders. Dima's skin turned ghostly pale.
"I knew death would come like this!" She moan, falling to her knees, coffee forgotten.
"Control yourself." Alik growled.
After a few moments, the door opened again. This time came something much worse than the erasers. Standing in the doorway, looking around the room with an annoyed glare was...
Maximum Ride.
(Dove's P.O.V)
The weight of the teen boy was starting to take its toll only after a hundred yards. I breathed heavily as I shrugged my arms, trying to get a better grip. Iggy groaned, but than surprisingly chuckled.
"Ya know, If you untie my hands," He said, looking up in my general direction which was shockingly accurate. "I can fly on my own."
I blushed embarrassed. I spotted a nearby rooftop and gently set the blind bird kid on it. I stretched my aching arms and pulled my wings in. I looked around for a moment.
"Um.." I said, looking back at Iggy, who waited with his arms held towards me. "I don't have knife."
He smiled. "Well come here a moment. I may have one hidden in my shoe. I usually do, but they may have taken it."
I hesitated before walking closer to him. He sat down gracefully and lifted his leg to my level. I awkwardly lifted his pant leg to reveal nothing.
"Anything?" He asked.
"No..." I let the jeans fall back into place.
There was an elephant in the room that neither one of us wanted to point out. Our first encounter didn't go so well and just minutes ago, we saved each others lives. I was at a lost for what that meant for us. Was I dumb enough to hope this could mean a new start? You bet. I was hoping for Iggy to confront the topic first, but he remained as silent as I did.
Finally after about ten slowly, awkward minutes, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Dove... About earlier today-" He started.
"It late yesterday actually.." I mumbled, but I know he heard.
"Right... I'm sorry." He turned away.
"Sorry?" I gasped, absolutely taken back.
I had hurt him in some way and he was the one who apologized? I sat on the edge of the roof, my thoughts jumbling in confusion. Shouldn't I be sorry? Well yes. But no. I didn't mean to hurt this defenseless guy, and I was still completely unaware of how I did so. I waited for him to continue, but he seemed to be expecting the same from me.
"Why?" I asked than adjusted my question to make it less rude. "I mean... For what?"
He smiled shyly and got to his feet. His hand reached out in front of him as if guiding him and it came to a rest in front of me. I looked from his face to his hand repeatedly. As the time ticked on, his smile seemed to falter.
"Uh, Dove." He slowly said, clearing his throat. "May I touch you?"
My reaction surprised both of us. My throat bubbled with giggles and I laughed loudly. Iggy let his hand fall back to his side and his expression of saddened embarrassment made my laughing subside.
"Why do you want that?" I asked, being fully serious now.
"You did something. Something that I've never heard of occurring and I want it again." His hand lifted again, ever so slowly. "It's the reason I came to find you."
My head cocked to the side curiously.
"You came to find me?"
He nodded.
"What did I do?" I whispered, thinking it fit for the seriousness of the moment.
Lightly, Iggy took my hand into his. At first his face scrunched up in pain and his eyes blinked rapidly. I made to retreat my hand, but he hardened his grip.
"Don't." He mumbled. "It only hurts a little."
Around now, the time was near sunrise. Only a faint line of orange lined the horizon. Iggy's blinking slowed and his face softened. Replacing his look of pain was one of absolute awe. His breath seemed to catch in his throat. His eyes moved slowly from left to right, as if taking in the views.
"Iggy?" I whispered softly.
His eyes darted down, catching mine.
(Iggy's P.O.V)
The oranges and blues of the rising sun was a breathtaking sight indeed. But one more heart stopping was this thinned girl sitting in front of me.
Clothes hung off her gaunt frame, but her skinniness could easily be healthened by some of Max's mother's cookies. Long, ebony hair ran off her shoulders only to have a slight separation as slightly pointed ears peeked from their spot. Her skin was as pale as mine. Her nose and mouth looked delicate and small in comparison to her most attractive feature.
Her face held two giant eyes with a cloudy coloring. If I wasn't mistaken, i'd say she was the blind one, but she looked straight back at me curiously.
"Iggy?" She asked again, her thick accent seeming to perfectly match her looks.
"My god." I breathed, letting that thought escape.
"Hm?" Her head tilted slightly off to the left.
As if taken over by my thoughts, my free hand lifted to caress her hair. Soft. She turned to watch my hand, making it brush her cheek. Soft as well. A light pink tint traced where my hand had made contact. With that blush, I could no longer control my actions. With mind over matter, my hand rested on the back of her head and I brought mine face to meet hers. Closing my eyes and...
Suddenly the wind seemed to rush past us. My eyes shot open. We were falling. Backwards. Dove's eyes opened too, taking in the situation. Simultaneously we pulled our wings out to catch our fall, but they rammed hard into each other, making us both cry out in pain. With our wings retreating back into our spines, we were just falling. Why did it seem to take so long?
Just as the gray concrete came into sight, we were no longer falling.
"God damn, Iggy. You could afford to eat a little less." A familiar voice groaned from behind me.
Across from me I heard struggling.
"Max, she won't stop moving!" Angel cried. Her and Nudge had their own arm of Dove's. And Dove was not making it easy for them.
She kicked wildly and pulled at her arms. Her eyes were helplessly frightened and her attempts were futile.
"Iggy!" She cried.
And in that moment, everything started fading. Fading into complete blackness. I know I hadn't passed out, but my sight was gone.
(Max's P.O.V)
Nudge and Angel were not nice about dropping the foreign girl onto the roof. In fact, they didn't even fully get close enough for her feet to touch. About five feet up, the girls let go. She fell hard on her hands and knees. And even made a satisfying thump.
"What was that?" Iggy asked.
"Nothing." I muttered, setting him down lightly.
"Dove." He called out, searching out with his hand.
I frowned at the action. The girl turned around to catch sight of Iggy and made to crawl towards him. Without thinking, I automatically took a step in front of Iggy, separating the two. Iggy's searching arm knocked into mine. Dove, however, looked up directly into my eyes. She showed no emotion, but it looked as if she was contemplating something.
"You don't like me, no?" She asked, getting to her feet.
"You hurt someone in my family, what do you think?" I snapped.
"Max, you don't understand." Iggy said, using me to help himself to his feet.
Though previously over looked, I now noticed the injuries on Iggy. His face was severely bruised and his body leaned in a limp way. His hand continued to stay rested on my shoulder for support. If I had thought I was pissed earlier, now was a whole new level.
"You... Bitch." I growled, not noting the young ears listening.
And with that, I didn't something that I could not stop regretting. And it wasn't even my intention.
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Moe: Tada!
Max: I've read better.
Moe: Nice... real nice, Max
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