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I was crying for the first time in a long time as I stared at her pretty face, bruised and bloodied and ruined. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I ever-so-carefully brushed a bloody strand of hair behind her ear. "P- p- please... j- just w- wake up." I stuttered, squeezing her hand. I hadn't gotten here in time- too consumed in a football game to pay attention to my phone when it beeped.
Now she laid in front of me, dead. She didn't deserve it. Not Max. I didn't care how many people she killed, how many guys she'd been with, how many people wanted to kill me because I traveled with her. Max wasn't an average girl. No, she was so much more.
A Rubix cube, the kind you can't solve no matter what you do, but it's okay, cause even as it sits there, mocking you with it's mixed up colors, you pick it up, and start messing with it again, knowing it's hopeless. Max is kinda like a Rubix cube. "I- I love you." I whispered, hugging her cold body close to me. Did I care that the sirens were getting louder? That people were crowding around? That my wings were wide open and kinda wrapped around Max and I? Nope. Not at all.
"I- I'm s- s- so s- sorry!" I wailed, burying my face in her hair. Why wouldn't they leave us alone. She was my Max, not theirs. I hated these people. Max wouldn't wanna go out like this, she'd wanna be by Ari and Lupo and Iggy... and hopefully me. And so, gripping her tight, in one smooth motion, I hopped into the air and took off... while being shot at.
They were gonna hit Max. I didn't care if she was dead or not, she'd been damaged enough. I was sick of them aiming at her, hurting her. If they didn't stop I was gonna go Hulk on all of them later on.
I flew quicker, and somehow made it home, stumbling in through the front door and letting out a sound that reminded me of a dying animal as I collapsed to my knees, pulling my wings in so tight it hurt.
Iggy had been casually walking down the stairs until all the sudden he broke out in a sprint. "Max!" He screamed urgently, but it wouldn't work.
"Sh- She's D- D- gone." I mumbled, unable to say that one word that meant far too much.
"Maximum Ride doesn't die." Iggy growled, pushing me away from Max and doing what I thought was CPR, but didn't really care. My thought process gone, I tackled him, tears still in my eyes.
"Don't touch her!" I snarled, choking him.
"Lemme help her." Iggy whispered, gently prying my fingers away as Lupo shoved me off of him.
"What the hell is your problem?" She snapped, while I just stared up at her, wondering when she got here.
"D- don't t- touch my M- Max." I mumbled, hugging Max to me. What was I doing? She was dead. She was gone. She wasn't mine anymore, she was God's.
"Fang, I know how much this hurts you, but I can help Max." Iggy said calmly, though the doubt was there, and Lupo even seemed to be holding back tears as she stared at Max's broken form.
"Hey guys, what's going..." Ari's voice trailed off as his eyes locked on Max. and, jumping to conclusions like only Ari can do, he expertly tackled me in such a way that we rolled and held me down.
"What did you do to my sister?" Ari growled.
"I didn't pay attention to her text." I said quietly. Ari stared at me, confused. Iggy kept trying to help and Lupo seemed distant.
"Ari, please, kill me now. Put me out of my misery." I begged, clutching his shirt collar. "I'm going insane." I muttered, shaking him slightly.
"Fang take a breather." Ari mumbled, just as I heard coughing. I shoved him off me and sat up. But Max wasn't breathing. Nope. It had come from behind me.
"So, Max is dead, and you're sad. Boohoo. Get a life." Some guy with blonde hair and blue eyes snapped. Ari's eyes widened and he grabbed my arm, pulling me back.
"Get out of here Omega." He snarled.
"Oh but you see, orders from the boss say I kill Max, and all relations-" And that's when I pounced.
He killed Max, so he was going down. I punched and kicked and screamed at him, only seeing red as I pounded him harder and harder. "DIE DIE DIE! I hate you! I hope you're punished for all freaking eternity!" I yelled, not even realizing I was still going at him.
My limbs acted on their own accord as my fists flew for his face, gut, anywhere I could connect with skin- anywhere I could hurt him. He got a punch in here and there, but it was mostly me, hitting him, punching him, kneeing him, killing him.
When Ari and Iggy finally got me up, Omega's skin was shredded, his jaw was out of place, his eyes were swollen shut, his nose was crooked and split open, ribs poked out at different angles and limbs were bent awkwardly. And a realization hit me hard.
I had just beaten somebody to death.
I couldn't bring myself to move, to walk, to say something, all I could do was stare. "I didn't mean to." I whispered, and Ari patted my back.
"It's okay, he was a bad guy." He said soothingly, before I took off up the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom. Yelping and whimpering. His blood was all over me and I couldn't take it. I yanked my shirt off and splashed icy cold water all over me, trying to get it off. It was stained into my skin, it wouldn't come off, I scrubbed and scrubbed with my hands but it wouldn't work.
"Get it off!" I yelled to which somebody opened the door.
"Fang stop!" A voice yelled, but I couldn't pinpoint who it was before everything went black.
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I woke up screaming, and jumped up, running around, trying to get out, opening my wings only to find them shredded. No. No. No! This couldn't be happening. I screamed in horror and elbowed the window, trying to break it, trying to get out. I felt so claustrophobic in this tiny space. This tiny, uncomfortable room. My vision was blurred and all I could do was scream for help, for somebody to get me out of here. This must've been what Max felt like when she needed my help. That thought was too much. I grabbed a screwdriver off the table and without thinking, shoved it into my head.
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I woke up panting, and sat up slowly, a cold sweat enveloping me. "M- Max." I whined.
"What's wrong?" A familiar voice asked and Max came into the room. She looked bruised, which told me it all hadn't been a dream, but the weak smile on her face meant she was recovering. Meant she was alive. Unless I was still dreaming.
I didn't care honestly. I got out of bed and sprinted to Max, hugging her tight and spinning her around, kissing her quickly before smiling as I took in her features.
"Fang, go lay down." Max ordered, and I pulled her along with me as I did, slowly laying down just for Max. somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the pain in the side of my head. But Max was alive, so what did I care. "Fang, sweetheart, please rest. You hurt yourself pretty bad." Max whispered sadly. No. She shouldn't be sad. I don't want Max to be sad.
"Max, I'm sorry. I- It's my fault you died." I whispered.
"Shh, just rest. It's not your fault, Fangles." Max whispered and kissed my forehead, brushing some hair out from in front of my eyes.
"Okay." I whispered, and slowly drifted back off into a peaceful sleep.
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"Wait, so let me get this straight. After I killed Omega, I ran into the bathroom and even after I washed the blood off, I thought it was still there?" Iggy nodded.
"Then you ran into your room and opened your wings, said something about them being shredded, and tried elbowing the window open, and when that didn't work, you stabbed your temple with a pen and got it a good half an inch in there before collapsing." Iggy finished. I rubbed the side of my head, which was bandaged up.
"I- I'm really sorry." I whispered, hugging Max closer to me, which was practically impossible since she was already in my lap and against my chest.
"It's okay, Fang. My death was pretty devastating, huh?" Max asked all arrogantly, I snorted.
"Max-"
"Fang." Max said with the same tone, but then got more serious. "I'm okay. You're okay. And Omega's dead thanks to you." Max added, kissing me gently. "Now please, take me to bed." I nodded and held her in my arms.
"Well guys- thanks for explaining what happened, now I'm gonna go spend some quality time with my girlfriend, and pretend I didn't go crazy. Bye!" I called happily and headed off to my room.
I wanted to end it there so... so... so there's absolutely no hints of what's gonna happen next chapter (evil grin: :D) But I think next chapter is where I want the big plot twist to be dropped! Teehee.
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Yes Fang cried. Get over it. You would too if your love just was killed because you wouldn't check your texts. Oh and, that crazy hallucinating part was aftermath from the shock of Max dying. He didn't know what he was doing or anything. Anymore questions on that PM VR and ask for me.
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