Fang

I pulled Max close to me and she buried her face in my chest as we fell. People screamed, bullets were shot. Max was yelling insults into my shirt, and my dad had this terrified look on his face. But it slowly faded as I fell faster, and it wasn't because I was practically committing suicide.

It was because he knew what I was about to do. He knew exactly where this was heading. I snickered to myself. Five more seconds and we'll be dead. Four... three... two...

I rolled my shoulders and snapped my wings out, holding Max tight. Her back just barely touched the concrete as I flapped hard. My wings screamed in protest but Max couldn't die.

I was hovering about a hundred feet off the ground when Max finally pulled back and looked at me. "How are we...?" And then she saw my wings, and instead of screaming, and pushing me away, she beamed at me.

"That is so wicked. Are they real?" She traced a finger over one of my midnight blue- almost black- wings all the way to my back. "That's so sick." Max decided. I nodded.

"I just ripped a good shirt." I muttered, realizing another reason for why it had hurt so much when I opened my wings. My stupid shirt didn't have slits in it and the wings had to make their own holes to get through.

Max laughed. "God, they're beautiful." She mumbled, running a hand over the feather, her other arm was hooked tightly around my neck, and her legs were tangled with mine.

"I hate them. But I guess they are." I mumbled looking at my wings. "It hurt like hell to have them put on. I had to take a special pill every hour of everyday for a whole year and they slowly grew out of my back."

"Uh Fang, can you fly fast?" Max asked. I shrugged.

"Pretty fast, why?"

"They're coming for us." Max whispered, and I looked over my shoulder. Sure enough, the cops were heading straight for us. I flapped my wings a few times, gaining momentum as bullets whizzed by.

"It's okay, we'll be safe-" I yelped in pain and Max screamed as we lost momentum. I flapped hard with my one good wing, while the one that had just been shot kinda twitched, hanging by my side. I bit my lip. It felt like it was burning.

We fell towards the ground in choppy circles, my one wing barely slowing us down enough that we didn't kill ourselves when we landed, both rolling on the ground.

"Whoa! Talk about a thrill ride!" Max shouted as she jumped up and took off. I stood up slowly, my wing screaming as I slowly retracted it. The other one was already in.

"Stupid little cops that are such..." Yeah, I basically cussed them out while I got my wing tucked in before following Max at a sprint. When we finally caught up, I realized we weren't headed for the hotel.

"What about towel boy?" I shouted, glancing back to make sure the cops weren't in earshot.

"If we go back we'll only put him in danger too. We're leaving him behind and I'll get a hold of him later!" Max called over the wind and panting as we ran.

I followed her as she turned down alleys and streets. "see the train up ahead?" She shouted. I nodded, my awesome eyesight spotting it easily. "We need to find an unlocked door cart!" She shouted. I gave her a confused look before it all clicked together.

"Got it!" I shouted, speeding up. I gotta give Max some credit for never being more than a foot behind me. My speed was almost inhuman. And then I began to wonder. A few clues pieced together.

She didn't freak out when she saw my wings

Her speed is almost inhuman

Maximum Ride can get out of the most secure prisons

It could only mean one thing. Max wasn't normal either. I glanced at her. She couldn't have wings, could she?

I remembered something from last night. Max had said she was made into a killer in her sleep. What if, her skills had been enhanced? But by whom? Who would do that to her?

Gears turned in my head as I ran alongside the train, letting the cart-thingies pass me by before finding one with an unlocked door. I jumped and grabbed onto it, pulling it open as I did. Max

tried to jump in, but slipped and was now running alongside the train, holding on tight to the open door. I climbed in and reached my hand out to her.

"Come on!" I shouted. She grabbed my hand and I pulled her up before slamming the door. We both collapsed on our backs panting. It was pitch black in here, and even with my enhanced night vision I could only just see Max's outline before she yanked a cord and the light turned on. One dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling revealed hay stacked up on each side, and bags of fruit and veggies.

"Well, we won't go hungry." I panted. Max smirked.

"Sure won't. Now let's see that wing of yours." She whispered as I sat up. Reluctantly, I gently pulled my wing out of its socket since it could barely move on its own now. Max ran her fingers of the hole in my wing and looked at her hand. Blood. Nothing but blood.

"This is gory." She whispered, taking a closer look. "This might hurt." She added.

"Wait don't- ow!" I snapped as a sharp sudden pain shot through my wing. She discarded a feather on the ground. "Don't- ow, pull- ow, my- ow, feathers- ow, out- ow!" Six feathers gone now. I watched her, trying hard to contain my yelps as she pulled them out until the area around the bullet hole was bare. I gulped.

"What are you...?" She pulled a bottle of water out of the backpack that we still had and cleaned the blood off. I winced.

"First you pluck me, then you rinse me, I must be thanksgiving dinner." I mumbled sarcastically.

"Oh no darling, chicken dinner actually." Max muttered as she yanked something out from the hole that sent a small scream out of my lips. My wing was throbbing now, and to my horror, here was a small white stick thing in her hand.

"You did not just-"
"It was barely connected, Fangles. Two bullets hit the exact same place. Not a regular injury I assure you. I had to." She mumbled, ripping one of my shirts into strips and laying me back down on my back. She set them over the wound and put duct tape on it so it would stay.

"That's gonna hurt when I take it off." I whispered, unable to move my wing without the tape pulling at my feathers.

"Don't move it, just get some sleep." Max said all leaderish-y. I chose that moment to yawn, and nodded. And even though I was one hundred percent against it, I slept.

Line Break

Ever fallen asleep on a train, and woke up in a soft, comfy bed laying next to someone you love? Me neither. But my head was on something and I opened my eyes to see Max. she was asleep with her head leaning against the haystacks. Where was my head then? On her lap of course. A small smile tugged on my lips before I gingerly sat up, stretching out my good wing as I watched Max sleep. I liked how she seemed so... nice maybe? When she slept. And she was almost smiling.

"Are you dreaming about me?" I whispered, smirking. As if to answer, she mumbled:

"Fang" I smirked.

"You're never gonna forget you said that." I said, shrugging with a grin on my face, her smile grew a bit, and then dropped as she whimpered.

"Fang stop." She mumbled twitching violently. "Stop." And all the sudden she was screaming for me to stop in her sleep. I rushed over and shook her awake. She took one look at me and her fist connected with my cheek. Guess what I landed on? If you said a pillow or a haystack you were wrong. If you guessed my hurt wing, ding, ding, ding, give yourself a pat on the back.

I yelped as Max blinked a few times, then realized what she did. "Sorry, Fang!" She said quickly, helping me to my feet and examining my face. "Where does it hurt?" She asked.

"My mouth, you punched me in the-" Okay, someone explain to me why she kissed me... and then of all times. My jaw ached even more, but why would I stop kissing her? Boy plus being seventeen equals no stoppy the kissing, no matter how much my jaw is screaming in protest as I deepen the kiss.

"Better?" Max asked, pulling away. I shook my head and pulled her into another kiss. No protest. I don't know what kind of nightmare she had, but who cares? We're making out people! A few minutes later, we were staring at each other in the dim light, my arms around her waist as her fingers entangled in my hair.

"Why did you just do that?" I asked. You don't just suddenly start liking someone in two days- or has it been three? It feels like forever with Max.

"Because... you're happy now right?" She asked. I nodded. "That's why." It was the nightmare.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, quietly. Max looked down at her shoes and nodded. "I wouldn't do that, whatever I did. What did I do?" I asked.

"At first you were nice. But I didn't give you what you wanted and you hurt me." She explained, sitting down and munching on a carrot.

"Is that why you kissed me?" I wondered out loud. Max shook her head.

"There was sparks in my dream when we kissed. I wanted to see if there would be sparks when we kissed for real." Max shrugged.

"Were there sparks?" I muttered, sitting across from her.

"Not sure. Have to kiss you again." She mumbled, before our lips locked. Okay, the world was right for now. Until, that is, the train cart thingy we were in exploded.

ANOTHER CLIFFY! Yes Arch, they know. MAHAHAHAHA! SUCKAS! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN Arch, I'm writing this and I don't even know what's gonna happen next. That's right people, everything I write is what I like to call an: improv story.

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