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Fang
"How did this happen?" I asked myself, tugging weakly at the cuffs that held my wrists together. I glanced out the window to watch as the trees passed me by in a blur of fading reds and yellows. To think the closer we got to the holiday season, the worse our luck became. I thought it was supposed to be the other way around, but I guess fugitives don't get a holiday. I sighed to myself, resting my head against the back of the cushiony leather seats I was currently sitting in, waiting for Max to answer my question.
For a long time she just glared at me, and for a long time I tried not to look at her vicious gaze, but every now and then I would accidentally catch a glimpse of all the hatred she felt for me and I felt small again. Just like when my dad used to give me that disappointed look; the only difference was Max could snap my neck in the blink of an eye, and my dad couldn't.
"Oh, I don't know, why don't you ask your untied shoes?" She spat, sounding completely and utterly livid. In all honesty, I didn't blame her for being angry at me, I just wish she wasn't. Then again, I was the reason we were in this police car; on our way to jail. It was all my fault. I had yet again screwed up everything.
"Max, I'm sorry-" I tried, but she wouldn't have it.
"Sorry isn't going to get us out of this," She scowled and turned away from me, finally, and something told me she wouldn't look at me again for a long time. Or speak to me for that matter.
"No, but I was a cop in training before we made out and I turned into a criminal," I pointed out, hoping to get a smile on Max's face. I think she wanted to laugh, but she wasn't letting herself. I watched as a drop of blood drizzled down her chin from her biting her lip so hard, and sighed again.
"Congratulations, you have now stated the obvious. I'd give you a pat on the back but my hands are cuffed," Max snarled icily, and I winced from her tone. If I got us out of this alive she would kill me.
"Look, I have a plan," I muttered, stretching the cuffs out as far as they could go. I did some quick calculations and decided I could successfully get my hands in front of me without dislocating anything.
"Brilliant. When I want a last resort problematic, useless idea I will ask you what that plan is," Max growled out and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I got that she was angry with me, but did she have to act like I was the sole reason for all of her problems. You kinda are, I heard some part of me think.
Not all of her problems, I thought to myself, but when I listed them off in my head, I was responsible for most of them.
Trying to forget my stupid conscience, I slowly pushed myself up just enough to slip my hands under myself. I watched the police officer driving the car carefully as my hands slid up under my knees, and I pulled them to my chest, trying to think of how I could finish this off. My legs were awkwardly long and pain rippled through my shoulder as I stretched my arms as far forward as they could go but I finally got my hands out in front of me.
All the while the officer was too preoccupied complaining about those 'fast sport cars' while he drove down the road. Max had been watching me as I maneuvered my hands out in front of me and now much less gracefully attempted to copy me. As Max struggled to get her hands out in front of her, I watched the cop, careful to make sure he was distracted from looking at Max.
It took her a few minutes of incoherent mumbling and awkward movements, but finally we were both holding our hands out in front of us, and the police officer was too busy yelling at a guy who just cut him off as he drove to tell we now had an advantage.
"These idiots are so lucky I'm transporting dangerous criminals," the officer muttered under his breath, my ears barely picking up the words.
"Yup, two teenagers with no weapons and no education are very dangerous," Max drawled sarcastically, a smirk falling over her face.
"Shut up, Girl. You're lucky we don't shoot you on the spot for being Maximum Ride."
"You tried to, but you missed- every time," Max grinned innocently as the cop glanced at her from the rearview mirror, but held only pure amusement in her eyes.
"Yeah, well, next time we wont miss, you little b-"
"Bad cop. No cussing! There are minors in the car!" I gasped out, sounding offended for Max.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want me to catch on to that and repeat it back, would you, you little bitch?" Max asked innocently and I burst out laughing.
"Shut up!" The officer yelled, causing us both to laugh even harder. He had nothing, absolutely nothing. He couldn't do anything to us, and by the time he could we'd be long gone. The cop growled and mumbled under his breath, but made no more attempts to speak to us. I didn't blame him. Our sarcasm put together was a force to be reckoned with.
Thankfully- for the cop- we pulled into the police station twenty minutes later. I watched carefully as he yanked the keys out of the ignition and stormed out of the car, slamming the door shut with such ferocity I felt my whole body shake.
"Think we hurt his feelings?" I asked Max, who laughed lightly.
"Nah," she shook her head and I grinned as she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "So, Man With The Plan, what comes next?" Max asked curiously, her anger having had diminished to nothing more than a memory.
"Um, well, I didn't really think this far ahead," I admitted lamely, watching as her smile fell, but then rose again.
"That's okay Hotshot, I think I know what to do from here," Max carefully reached for the lock that was pushed down into the door and popped it open, slowly reaching for the handle. "When I open the door, I'm going to alert the cops we're escaping. You have to dive out, got it? Then we run for it. Once we get into the woods we'll be home free, but until then you act like you're on fire, got it?" Max explained, and I nodded in agreeance.
"Got it."
Max shoved the door open so hard it bounced back and she let out a curse before pushing it open once again and stumbling out of the car, sprinting away. I followed suit instinctively, diving out of the car and rolling on the uneven asphalt that scraped at my skin before getting to my feet and taking off after my girlfriend.
Somewhere behind me I could hear bullets whizzing around, but I forced myself not to look back, after all, Max was in front of me. Everything I was looking forward to was in front of me, I couldn't risk losing it all with one glance back.
I ran as fast as I could, tripping over my own two feet and struggling to stay upright, determined not to be the reason one of got shot. "Fang! Hurry up!" Max shouted as she glanced back at me, slowing down ever so slightly.
"Keep going!" I called, waving her off as best as I could. The slower she went the better chance they had to hit her. She started to turn back towards the trees, but then something happened.
Something so excruciatingly painful I felt myself fall to the ground, but I couldn't actually see anymore because my vision was dotted with black and purple. I groaned loudly in pain and tried to push myself back up before the police got to me, but as yet another bullet whizzed by my nose, I realized they weren't going to try and capture us anymore, they were going to try and kill us.
"Holy crap!" I yelled, pushing myself out of the way of the bullet, feeling a hand wrap around my bicep and pull me up. I didn't even realize I had started running again until I finally blinked my vision back. Dark grey bark rose up around me, protecting both Max and myself from the deadly bullets as we raced against death, trying to get away.
"How many times have we cheated death in the last forty-eight hours?" I asked Max as the bullets began to fade away.
"Too many," She answered, and we continued to sprint on, neither of us ever slowing. By now my whole right arm was numb, so any chance of pain had disintegrated along with the possibility of me using that hand for anything important. I sighed to myself and shook my head, glancing over at Max. Her face was bruised and cut up, and her hair looked like a rat's nest, but she was still beautiful and still alive.
"Where'd I get shot?" I asked, afraid to look down at myself and see I was drenched in blood.
"You're chest. I don't know how you're still alive, but I'm not complaining." Max answered, beginning to slow her step for the first time since we had taken off. I did too, and we both jogged a few more steps before walking. Without the threat of bullets around anymore, we could now safely catch our breath.
"Okay so why can't I feel my arm?" I asked and Max looked over to me.
"You dislocated your shoulder, don't you feel any pain?"
"It's just numb," I shrugged with my left shoulder since I feared even attempting to use my right would bring back the pain.
"Well, I better relocate it before you forget how to use it," Max mumbled and grabbed my upper arm, without even giving me time to take a breath she shoved it up back into place and I howled in pain, shoving her away from me so hard she fell to the ground.
"Oh my god! OW!" I yelled, pacing as I clutched my shoulder. "That freaking hurt! I liked it better numb!" I exclaimed, squeezing my eyes shut to keep the tears of pain from falling. I don't remember relocating bones ever hurting that much. Max chuckled and pushed herself up to her feet.
"Yeah, I've had my shoulder dislocated a couple of times, I always feel the same way," she explained as I bit my lip to keep from screaming in pain. Now my shoulder throbbed relentlessly, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Fang, it will feel better in a minute, trust me," Max emphasized and I nodded once, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out. A minute went by, then two, then three, then the pain finally began to fade away. Before I knew it I was back to normal, my fingers all moved accordingly, and I could successfully bend my elbow without any pain. The only thing I couldn't do was move my shoulder a lot or it hurt like crazy.
"You're going to be really sore tomorrow, now come on, let's bandage you up," Max mumbled, and I glanced at the blood-soaked shirt I had on.
"That's a lot of blood," I mumbled, feeling nauseous just at the sight of it.
"Oh, calm down, Fang. You've had a lot worse than that," Max muttered, walking towards me. I turned to her to respond, only to find her laying on the ground, her arms wrapped around her stomach as she coughed up blood.
"Max! What's wrong?" I asked, falling to my knees next to her.
"I'm, I'm okay," Max muttered.
"You can not seriously tell me that as you lay on the floor coughing up blood," I muttered, carefully pushing her onto her back and moving her arms away from her stomach. What I saw utterly horrified me. I felt my throat close up and my lungs forget how to work, my heart was slowly shattering and all I could do was stare at the bullet hole in Max's stomach.
"Max, this is not okay," I whispered, pressing my hands down on the wound to try and stop the blood.
"It's just a bullet wound, no biggie," Max shrugged but I shook my head.
"What about our baby? The one in your stomach?" I asked and instantly I watched as her face broke. No longer did she pretend to be tough, now she just look terrified.
"Oh my God! I wasn't even thinking about Ellie!" Max shrieked in a panic, sitting up and pushing me away.
"Ellie?" I asked in confusion, wondering where the name came from.
"Oh uh… that's her name," Max stuttered out, her hands covering the wound that was still spewing blood.
"You already named her?" I asked. "Um, I thought we were going to sit down and talk about that- wait, how do you know it's a her?" I asked.
"I don't, I just- Oh my God, Fang! Now is not the time for this!" Max snarled and I nodded.
"Okay, okay, we need a hospital." I muttered, getting to my feet and scooping Max up in my arms.
"You have a bullet in your chest and you think you can carry me to a hospital?" Max asked incredulously, to which I shrugged.
"I don't think my adrenaline has wore out yet," I said and turned back in the direction of the town, about to start sprinting that way, when I saw someone that made me stop in my tracks.
"Hello Son."
Max fell out of my arms and crashed on the ground, her light weight causing the dead leaves to crunch and crumble under her. I wanted to rush to her side and pick her up, to apologize for just dropping her, but I couldn't move. I was completely and utterly frozen to the ground, lost in the fear I held for the man I thought was dead.
"D- Dad?" I asked weakly, feeling my legs shaking as I struggled to stay standing tall.
"Nicolas, you've changed since I last saw you," my dad spoke calmly, walking up to me. I protectively stood in front of Max, trying to hide the sheer terror I felt in seeing my father again. He was supposed to be dead.
"Don't come any closer," I snarled threateningly, feeling Max squeeze my ankle to comfort me as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"Oh, and what are you going to do if I do?" My father asked, taking a step forward.
"This," I muttered and lunged, quickly wrapping my hands around his neck as we both fell to the ground and rolled a few feet. I pinned my father to the ground and raised my fist to punch him, but paused as he only laughed at me.
"Such a foolish child, you are. You wouldn't hurt your own father, would you?" My dad asked in a sickenly sweet voice, causing me to hesitate. Could I really hurt my dad, or even kill him? No. I couldn't. I knew I couldn't and he did too. I was weak and we both were positive of it.
"Fang!" Max shrieked and I spun around just in time to watch a man with Max's chocolate brown eyes shoot me in the neck. I gasped for breath hopelessly before falling onto a coffin of grass and leaves, my eyes fluttering closed as I wandered into the abyss.
"Fang," a voice whispered, enveloping me in a warm embrace before drifting away. "Fang," the voice came back, echoing throughout my mind as I forced my eyes open, looking around into the darkness. "Fang," the voice spoke up again, and I found myself on my feet, no longer blanketed in black, but shoved into the light. I felt like I was stuck in the middle of the sun, the light tearing away at my vision and slowly burning me from the inside out.
"Get out," the voice spoke, now just behind me. I spun around, only to catch a glimpse of long black hair. "You must wake up. You have to get out of here," I turned in a full three-sixty, searching for the voice, searching for another glimpse of the dark hair, but I only saw blinding white.
"You must die," a thunderous voice boomed in the place of the light whisper. I looked up only to find a small hole that led back into the blackness. Carefully, I began walking towards it. "You're going the wrong way!" The voice screeched, but I ignored it. Instead I walked up towards the darkness, my feet moving as if going up a staircase. I glanced down only to find I was walking on air- the light was no longer under me, but instead a raging inferno.
Now I sprinted up the stairs, diving into the darkness only to find it wasn't darkness. I was laying on my stomach on cold kitchen tiles, and glances up only to find a pair of converse, too small to fit an adult. My eyes wandered up to the face of a little girl standing in front of me with light skin and ink black hair. She giggled at me and began to skip away as I scrambled to my feet.
"Wait!" I called, but she was already long gone, just a memory that might not even be real.
"Fang!" The same voice from the beginning bellowed, and I felt a strong hand grip my arm and yank me around. Now I faced my mother, who looked absolutely terrified.
"I'm so sorry, Honey. I didn't mean to turn you into this. I didn't mean to doom you," She whispered, her hand pressing against my face.
"What?" I asked, confused by her words. Doom me? How could she doom me?
"I have to kill you, Nick, I'm so sorry," She whispered, and that's when I decided I didn't like to dream anymore.
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