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Maximum Ride: 9/11

brittany005 · 2010-02-04T02:17:54Z

Halo everyone!! Just adding a side note here for no apparent reason. ^^ lol. I'm just going to add all four chapters in here since it's already finished. It's my first fanfiction, so please tell me what you think of it!! Thanks~! CHAPTER ONE I love dangerous things. This isn’t a statement; it’s a truthful and obvious fact. Prove it? Well I’m up to that challenge. In the past few months, my life has been a complete HELL. People in white lab coats have been chasing me and my five close friends (who are really considered my family members) all across the world, Erasers (mutant-freak failures, though, I really shouldn’t be talking…) have almost killed us definitely more than one time, and right now…right this VERY second, I was up in the sky at more than twenty thousand feet up in the air. How? Ahahaha…well like I mentioned… I’m a mutant freak failure. I flapped my wings at a steady pace, loving the feeling of wind all around me. I glanced around me and saw my friends-my flock-my family soaring with me through the sky. Fang. My right-wing man. Dark, short and shaggy hair, piercing eyes, and jet black wings that stood out in the sunset colors around us. He glanced over at me and caught my gaze, then gave a little smile. My best friend. Iggy. Our bomb-maker that cooks super good even though he’s blind. Same age as Fang and I. He flew at a steady pace, a peaceful look on his face. Nudge. The talker who was like my sister, at eleven years old. She looked over at me and grinned. “Hey! Max! When are we going to land? I’m really hungry. I bet the others are also. Can we stop somewhere where there’s Mexican food? Suddenly I’m craving it really bad! I…” I’ve trained myself to tune her out once in a while when needed. The Gasman, or “Gazzy” as we called him. Iggy’s partner in crime and mischief, and the big eater. Eight years old. “I’m also hungry!!” Of course he was. And lastly, Angel. My six-year old cute-as-could-be little girl. I practically raised her. Okay, we done with introductions now? Good. “Hmmm…” I said, thinking of a place to eat. I glanced down and saw the lights of a town ahead. “There! We can stop there.” Gazzy and Nudge cheered, and then we tilted a bit and started to descend slowly. We hadn’t seen any Erasers or any other horrible-scientist people chasing after us in a day or tow. A record for us! We always had to be high-alert when going into a town…or really…we were always on high-alert. All of us tucked in our wings and landed on the outskirts of the small desert town. I glanced at everyone, then nodded a little and walked down the streets. “Oh!! A Mexican restaurant!!” Nudge squealed happily. “I knew there was going to be one!! I just knew it!! Oh, Max?! Can I please, please, please have some chips and salsa? And maybe fried ice cream!! I’ve never had one of those!!” I laughed a little. “Sure, Nugde…let’s go. Remember, stay alert guys.” Everyone nodded and they followed me as I walked into the Mexican restaurant, lit dimly with red and green lights, foreign music playing in the background. We sat at a table, close to the window, away from the doors, and in the very back. I dug into my pockets, getting out all the cash I had out and counting it under the table. Ouch. This might be our last time eating out for a while. We’d be going back to hand-caught rodents tomorrow. …don’t give me that disgusted look. “What would you like to drink?” the waitress asked, looking bored. I could tell she couldn’t wait to go home. I sighed a little. “Uh, all waters…” She nodded and walked away, then we all took our menus out, looking at them with our mouths watering. Mmm…Mexican food, I have to say, was awesome. After we ordered and our food came, we chowed down big time. We had to keep passing each other napkins and as I ate my taco, I kept and eye on the windows and doors. Truthfully, Texas was a pretty creepy place at night. Especially in small towns where barely any streetlights were. And where anyone could be… That’s when I saw shadows cross the dimly-lit street and enter into the restaurant. I tensed up and Fang instantly noticed what I did, making him tense up a bit also. I tapped Iggy’s hand twice (it’s like our super-quiet-secret code) and he nodded a little, but stayed silent, eating. He did the same to Nudge and Gazzy, and they pretended not to notice anything. Angel…well she already knew what was going on. Yeah, she can kinda read minds. What? I never mentioned that before? I looked back over and saw that three, very handsome men had sat down at a table on the other side of the room. There were barely any of people here, except my flock…and them. They all looked over at the same time. I didn’t look away, and as soon as one of them moved a fraction of an inch, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel were on their feet running towards the back door. Fang and I stood up to fight them if necessary. And, of course…it was. One of them lunged forward and ran at us, jumping over tables skillfully. We ducked and he flew into the wall, yelling and hitting it hard. The other two ran at us, but we were already out the door. The others had already taken flight to the sky. I smiled a bit, glad they were trained well. As I glanced behind me, they morphed in front of my eyes into furry, hideous, wolf-like beasts. Erasers. I snapped my wings out and flew up, but an Eraser grabbed my ankle and yanked me back to the ground. He threw me hard on the cement parking lot. I gasped a little in surprise, the wind knocked out of me. I jumped up quick, wincing a little but in good condition. The same Eraser lunged at me and growled, teeth bared. I ducked and kicked it in the chest, hearing a satisfying crack as a couple ribs cracked. Fang was already in the sky and I ran and jumped, flapping my wings and following him. It was pitch black now, so it was easy for all of us to disappear into the night. But, dangit!! Why did the Erasers have to ruin everything for us?! Sheesh… Fang looked at me with his dark eyes, as if telling me: Now where? I sighed, thinking. “Where to guys?” The flock looked at me, then Nudge gasped. “NEW YORK CITY!!!” Everyone turned their gaze to her, confused. “What?” Nudge shrugged. “I dunno, why not? I’ve always wanted to go there!” I laughed a little. We never really planned where we went anyways. Why not? “The Big Apple then…” CHAPTER TWO I shivered a little and pulled my jacket tighter around me as we flew over the beautiful New Jersey scenery. Trees of yellow, red, orange, and green were laid out below us, along with meadows and rivers that snaked through forests. The sky was a clear blue and the September air was cool up high in the air. A perfect morning. “It’s so pretty here!!” Nudge exclaimed happily, grinning. “There’s all these different colors, and the pure blue sky, and so much more!!” “I wonder if New York City’s food is any good…” Gazzy wondered out loud. Iggy laughed. “Of course it is!! Do you know how big New York is?! It’s HUGE!” “How would you know?!” “I listen to a bunch of peoples’ conversations, Gazzy.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes and smiled, glad that everyone was enjoying themselves. Angel gasped. “LOOK!! There it is!! I can see it!!” Fang smiled a little as everyone got really excited. Seriously, we’ve never been to a big city. I mean, we’ve been to them, but haven’t stayed for long. This time, I planned to stay until the Erasers found us. Ha, what do you think about THAT for caring about your family? Am I good or what? Okay, anyways… Buildings were literally everywhere. There wasn’t a spot on the ground where there weren’t buildings! How much did these people have to build, anyways?! Oh wait! I see a park! Thank goodness! “Let’s land there, guys!” I said, pointing. We landed in what was called “Central Park” not a minute later. It seriously looked like a forest, which was a HUGE plus for us. All of us sat in a tree together, spread out on the thick branches. I leaned back and closed my eyes, sighing of relief. It felt good to be surrounded by tall trees, the peaceful sounds of birds and— “Max? I’m hungry!!” Dang, how much do these kids need to eat?! Three or four thousand calories a day?!! Oh wait…ahaha…we really do need to eat that much a day. And that’s when it’s nice temperature, plus not getting into any fights. “Alright…” I muttered. “Let’s rest for a couple minutes, then we can head into the city.” As soon as they couldn’t stand it anymore from being hungry – even Fang was complaining about it! – we cautiously went out into the streets. New York City was huge I tell ya. As we walked down the sidewalk, the buildings towering above us almost blocked out the sky. It kinda makes you claustrophobic…which would make us crazy-claustrophobic. Gazzy came running up to me, grinning. “Look Max!! Look what I found!!” he held up a piece of paper. Blinking, I took it. “What is it?” My eyes widened and so did Fang’s behind me. Call us lucky, but Gazzy just found us a 100 dollar bill. Wow! Hopefully we would have this luck throughout all our stay here! …psh, I doubt it. We stopped by a hotdog vender and got five hotdogs each, and then continued on our way as the vender guy stared at us, eyes wide. “Oh wow! That’s so pretty!” Nudge pointed at the two, very tall buildings right next to each other. Same height and I’d guess around 100. Gazzy grinned. “WOW!! That’s so cool!! Can we fly up there, Max?! Can we?!” Fang sighed. “No, there’s probably a whole lot of tourists up there.” He muttered. I nodded in agreement and the three youngest pouted. “How about we just walk around for now? Okay guys?” they all sighed long and started walking in front of me again. Fang slowed down to walk beside me. He sighed. “This place is crazy…” “I know. I don’t think this city ever sleeps.” Fang grinned at me. “Well that would be why it’s called ‘the city that never sleeps’.” My cheeks flushed and I looked away. “Right…” that killer smile of his was gonna actually kill me someday. Iggy came up beside me. “We need something to do instead of just walk around.” I winced. What? Anyone else would have tons of fun walking around New York City doing nothing!! Okay…well, maybe not. “I know! But, what do you guys want to do?” Fang grabbed a brochure from a random tour guide and flipped through it. “There’s a bunch of zoos…” I smirked. “What? Go around and look at animals who were forced to be in a cage for peoples’ pleasure?” Fang rolled his eyes, but I knew he agreed with me. He kept listing things: Boat tours, museums, libraries, churches, ice skating, and then, of course: the two huge towers that stood out like a sore thumb. The World Trade Center. The Twin Towers, to be more exact. Everyone looked at me and Angel gave me her bambi eyes. Seriously, how could I resist that? I sighed very long for dramatic effect. “Fiiiine.” Fang laughed a little when everyone cheered. I glared at him. “Shut up. You would’ve gave in also.” CHAPTER THREE So there we were. On the very top of the second Twin Tower, the South Tower. Was it thrilling? Yes. Was it a great view? Absolutely. Were there a lot of people? HECK yes and it made me and Fang so jumpy, we were almost yelling at every single sound. Don’t get me wrong, I was really glad that the kids were enjoying themselves. Actually, it was probably the most fun they had in a long, long time. But Fang and I were the ones who didn’t look at things whether it would be fun or not. We looked at things and asked ourselves if it would be safe, if anyone would kill us, or if anyone would trap us in a cage and start testing us with long, thick needles. Understand why we were really jumpy now? Nudge and Angel were at the edge, looking through those microscope-stand things that were drilled to the cement ground while Iggy and Gazzy were seeing how much damage they could do if they blew it up. Of course. I glanced at Fang, tense. The muscles in his neck were tight and anyone could tell that he was nervous and uncomfortable. We had to get out of here soon. “Alright kids!” I heard a father say. “It’s 8:45! We need to…” “Max! Look!!” I heard Nudge say in an anxious voice. I ran over quick, Fang on my heels. “What is it? What’s wrong?!” Nudge pointed. “Is that plane supposed to be flying that low?” I looked, then gasped a little. Before any of us could even think, the loudest explosion in the world filled the air. The top of the building shook and I stumbled. Nudge grabbed Gazzy and Angel as Fang grabbed my arm. The first thing that went through my mind was: Iggy and Gazzy. But then I remembered that plane. I looked at Angel. “What happened?!” Angel coughed as thick, dark gray smoke filled the air. “The plane crashed into the North Tower! A terrorist!” I heard screams and stumbled to the edge of the tower, then my eyes widened in horror. A plane had crashed into the tower next to us and caused a huge explosion. People ran screaming. They all crowded at the stairs, then the top of the building was empty except for the six of us. My eyes burned and I breathed in ash, coughing. We had to get out of here. But the smoke was so thick even we could barely see. “Ugh…g-get out of here!!” I yelled over all the noise. Gazzy managed to get in the air and I winced. “Everyone meet at the ocean!!” Angel managed to follow Gazzy and they disappeared. Okay. Deep breaths. Try and concentrate. I slowly took in what was around, above, and below me. The North Tower, right next to us, was on fire from a plane crashing into it. Iggy, Fang, and Nudge stood next to me, waiting for an idea to come to me. Below us, I could hear screaming and crying of people on the ground, plus the yells of the ones in both of the towers. Smoke was all around us, along with pieces of ash floating around. We needed to get out of here. But how? I looked over. “Iggy!! Nudge!! You guys jump off and trying to find safety!” I knew Fang wouldn’t leave my side for one second as I watched the two obey the command and jump off, disappearing. I looked at Fang and he nodded. “Let’s go.” But before either of us could move, another explosion filled the air. This time, it was right below us. The South Tower shook under our feet and I stumbled, then fell to the cement. Fang cursed, looking around fast. “Another one?!” he yelled, then got a mouthful of ash in his mouth and choked. I quickly got to my feet, going over to Fang. All of a sudden, I hated New York City. “We need to get down on the ground!” I yelled to him. He nodded and wiped his mouth. I ran to the edge of the building and jumped off, feeling the rush of air all around me. I sighed a little, then my wings snapped out and I flew away from the Twin Towers, Fang behind me. I just hoped the others were alright. And that Fang and I would get out of this alive. CHAPTER FOUR The air around Fang and I was so hot and particles of burning ash kept hitting our wings, that we were forced to land on the ground. It wasn’t any more safe on the ground either. People were going crazy. Some where taking pictures, some video-recording, and others just standing there with their mouth open, staring. The two of us ran into an alley, hiding and ducking for cover. We folded in our wings tight. At least we didn’t have to worry about people noticing us, since the terrorist attack was, you know, kind of a big deal right now. Right now, I was surprisingly calm. On the other hand, Fang beside me was freaking out still. We had seen bombs in our lives, of course. But not this big. Plus the people around us were making it worse. I would say it had to have been an hour past, and then all hell broke loose. I heard people starting to scream again and I ran out of the alley into the street out of curiosity. I gasped out loud, eyes wide. One of the towers started to collapse from the top. Glass shattered and concrete crushed with metal. A “popping” noise sounded as ash and dust clouded around the descending building. Fang yanked me back into the alley and crouched against the wall, his body shielding me. Dust hit us hard and chunks of concrete fell all around. Ash and debris was literally up to my knees and I coughed hard against Fang’s chest. I could hear him breathing unevenly. We needed to get out of here, and quick. Two problems. One, there was so much ash everywhere that we couldn’t get a good running start to get in the air. Two, we couldn’t even breathe, much less fly. I don’t know how long it was, but finally we tried to take off into the air, using the top of a building. Just as we were in the air, the other tower burst into more flames and started to collapse. Oh just GREAT! We managed to get into the air, but blasts of ash hit us again. We hung in midair for a minute, coughing and hacking, then got high enough where the air was clear. I breathed hard, gasping in the fresh air. Fang stayed beside me, also breathing fast. “I hope everyone is o-okay…” I muttered, tilting and flying off. Fang followed me and nodded silently. Okay, so seriously. Barely anything freaks me out or gets me into a shaken state of mind. But this…this pushed me head-first into a damaged mental state. Fang and I just escaped from a huge terrorist attack by a hair, and I didn’t have a clue if everyone made it to the ocean safely. As we flew, our lungs cleared out and we were able to breathe normally again. My eyes still stung a little, but otherwise, we were physically okay. That’s until I realized Fang was literally dripping blood. “Fang!! You’re bleeding!” I yelled, diving over to him. As usual, he protested and tried to tell me it was fine, but then as we landed on the rocky shore of the ocean, I found a huge piece of metal sliced into his back. CRAP!!! This was bad. Really bad. I knelt beside him on the sand and examined it, licking my lips nervously. “We need to get you to a hospital…” Fang shook his head. “N-no…” I swallowed hard, then with all my strength (it was hard to do this, trust me…) I yanked the metal out quick. To all you doctors out there, don’t tell me how I’m such an idiot and I should’ve taken him straight to a hospital. Didn’t you hear me mention that in the first place?! Besides…it wasn’t really bad…I think… Fang yelled loud, his hands digging into the sand. He grit his teeth as blood poured out of the wound. “Nn…” I quickly ripped off a thick piece of my shirt and tied it around his torso after getting the little chunks of metal out of it. He had probably gotten the metal in him when he had thrown himself at me as the first tower collapsed. Ugh, what was I going to do with him?! I tore strips off my pants and also tied them around it, making a huge bandage. “Just hang in there…” I mumbled, laying him down on his stomach on the ground. He groaned, trying to be tough. I smiled a little despite the situation. A couple minutes later, the rest of the flock found us and I sighed of relief. They were all just fine, but in total shock. Then the shock increased even more when they saw Fang. Nudge looked at me, worried. “We need to take him to a hospital, Max…you know we should.” I put a hand to my head. “I know…” Fang glared. “No!!” I smirked at him, laughing. “Yes, we are. Let’s go guys.” ~ Fang eventually recovered, but it took him a couple months to start walking again. A huge, awesome scar formed on his back and he was secretly proud of it. The flock was proud of it. I was proud of it. Proud of him. He’s my hero… THE END