Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own Maximum Ride the series, Maximum Ride the character, or and other characters in the MR books. Shocker.
Have you ever had one of those days? You know, the day when nothing goes right, and almost everything goes wrong? Where you feel like yelling for the whole world to hear, and then just crying like you don't care who sees you? Yeah, I have a lot of those days, and for the record, I rarely scream and cry.
Today was one of them (not the days when I scream and cry, just one of those days.) Nothing truly terrible had happened, but it was also lacking in good things. Not that anything good really happens to us. But the little things, like a hug from Angel, or a smile from Fang. Or happening across an abandoned wallet, and actually getting to eat. Everyone's spirits seemed lower today, and Nudge was barely talking. Nudge people! The constant talker? The one who could probably outtalk a politician talking about themselves? That's right. And the sad part was that I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it.
I felt like crap. Us bird kids rarely get sick, but we do occasionally, and I had a feeling that this was one of those times. And no, you didn't read the sentence wrong. I said bird kids. Long story short, a bunch of psychotic evil scientists did a bunch of psychotic evil things, and ended up grafting avian DNA into a bunch of babies. Who grew up to be us. And by us, I mean, Angel, The Gasman, Nudge, Iggy, Fang, and myself. We are a family, even though the only ones who are actually related by blood are Angel and Gazzy.
Anyway, I felt like crap. And that is not the best thing when you are flying. But I would be fine. No explosive headaches (me), no gaping stomach wounds (Fang), no urge to fly ahead and slit my wrist (me again, and it's not what you think.)
"Max," Fang started. Damn it. If anyone would notice the fact that I wasn't exactly 100, it would be Fang, and from the tone of his voice and the fact that he had whispered, I gathered that he had noticed. Damn it. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I said, trying to emulate his speak-no-more-than-two-words-at-time rule.
"You're flying strangely, and you're pale." He continued, breaking his rule. Most of the time the fact that he was not much of a talker annoyed me, but today I would have preferred it.
"I. Am. Fine." I practically snarled, which kinda took away from my argument.
"Ok," said Fang, not willing to argue. Apparently, I had ticked him off by snapping at him, because he flew ahead of the pack. I stayed toward the rear.
About five minutes later, I was flying all little further back, needing some space. That's when suddenly, everything went black.
I was seething. I mean, how rude can you get? All I had done was try to make sure she was all right, and she had practically bitten my head off. Jeez.
I was so angry that it took me longer that it should have to notice that Max wasn't flying with us anymore. I looked around, and suddenly spotted her, falling. She was at least 250 feet below, me. Crap. I immediately dove towards her and tucked my wings in, diving form. I raced downward, closing the distance between me and Max, but Max was only a few hundred feet above the ground by now. I pulled my wings in even tighter. I was so close; only 25 feet away...20...15...10...5... Got her! And here comes the ground.
AN: Sorry about that. I'll update soon, I have a plan for this fic. My next chapter will be longer too. And if any of you are wondering why I am starting another fic, don't worry. I have not abandoned Vacation or Disaster?, but am trying to figure out how to continue. If any of you have read it, suggestions are appreciated.
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