I was two weeks, three days, seventeen hours and thirty-seven minutes late for my due date with this baby and fed. Up. I was big, cranky, and, unfortunately for the others, not tolerable of company. Fang tried to comfort me with a massage and I slapped him. But, he who awakens the beast from her slumber shall suffer the wrath. And I couldn't very well kick royal arse at the moment, but it was close enough. I slap hard, what can I say?
Dylan was healing, and had begun to add himself to the list of taking watch over me. I still did not move very much from the bed, and kept a constant silence. I didn't talk to much of anyone. Which is why Dylan was a good companion. He hadn't talked to anyone since the day he came home.
Ratchet added himself to the list too, and didn't talk to me either. He was embarrassed, as far as I could tell, not having known that Fang was so serious about me, that Maya was my clone, that I had three babies and was having another one, and so on and so forth. He blushed constantly, and kept his sunglasses on.
But this day was utter chaos. Allow me to tell you why.
That morning I had woken up in Fang's arms while Jeb was shaking us awake.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I screamed at him finally. I pinched the bridge of my nose and apologized through a sigh to him, but Jeb was in a panic.
"They tracked Dylan here. I found this on his wing the other day," he said, holding up a small circular tracking device. "I have no doubt that they will be here at any moment to attack. We need to be on guard." Fang immediately released me from his grasp, leaving me cold, and got up.
"Assemble the flock. I have a plan."
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Soon, the flock, along with Ratchet, was assembled in the living room. Dylan and I were in Fang's bedroom, yet again silent.
"Here's the plan," Dr. Martinez said, silencing the flock's chatter. "Dylan and Max will be held in the panic room in the basement to keep them safe. Neither of them are in any shape to fight. We have no idea what kind of combat we're up against, but no matter what, we will not let them even remotely close to the house. There could be five of them, could be thousands of them. The point is to protect each other and stick together. Got it?" As soon as all of them confirmed the plan, as if on cue, the sound of a helicopter appeared outside. Dylan, as quickly as he could, gathered me into his arms and ran us down into the basement and into the panic room. He entered a code into the keypad, and we were locked in there until my mother or Jeb came to release us.
Meanwhile, the battle ensued.
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Fang and the flock ran outside, where men with rifles, snipers, and machine guns were piling out of the helicopter. Fang muttered to Angel, who spoke in all of the minds of the flock: Don't get shot. Stay alert. Take them out with their own weaponry. There's about 200 of them, so we're a bit outnumbered. Don't start fighting until they start. Remember, they throw the first punch.
Gunther-Hagen leaned out of the helicopter window and spoke through a megaphone.
"Oh, how delightful. The gang's all here! But wait, ooooohhh no," the whitecoat taunted. "It seems a couple of our leaders are missing." He clicked his tongue and seemed disappointed.
"Come along now, Fang. You know what I want. Hand over Maximum and Dylan, and there won't be any trouble. Where are they?"
"Even if we knew, you wouldn't get them," Dr. Martinez shouted, her voice trembling a little bit. She wasn't a very good liar.
"Alright then. Boys? Start our little game, shall we?" Gunther-Hagen teased. The men then aimed and began to shoot. The flock jumped into action, diving and dodging. Angel kicked a gun into her hand and shot a whole circle of at least twenty men down with a machine gun. She then closed her eyes and fired everywhere. She ended up lodging a few bullets in the hovering helicopter's blade mechanism, causing it to sink down to the ground and crash onto at least fifty others. Gunther-Hagen crawled out of the wreckage, and it was then that Fang remembered: only Dylan could kill Gunther-Hagen.
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Dylan and I sat in the panic room for thirty minutes until an untimely problem occurred. A large puddle surfaced underneath my cranky, seated figure, and I knew I hadn't just peed myself.
"Ah shit," I said, slamming my head back against the metal wall of the panic room.
"What?" Dylan asked me, but then his look changed to worry. "Oh... shit, now?" I closed my eyes, my head still against the wall, and nodded.
"Don't bother. I'll be fine. Besides, it's not like he's coming right now. Don't worry about me. Worry about them out there." Dylan nodded, but looked at me doubtfully as I cringed at a light contraction.
Twenty minutes later, he asked me if I was still okay, for I cringed at another contraction. I nodded and snapped at him.
"I told you not to worry! I will be fine! It's not like I haven't done this before. You worry about yourself." He muttered an apology and curled into the corner. A few minutes later, I spoke again.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," I said.
"No, it's fine, I understand." About fifteen minutes later, I had another contraction and I cringed again. All I could think about was Fang and the rest of the flock. You better come quick, I thought to myself. I crossed my legs just for good luck.
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Maximum Ride: Picking Up the Pieces (A Maximum Ride Fanfic)
FanfictionThey took her away two and a half years ago. As far as the flock could tell, Max had disappeared. But now, Max has returned to the flock with A LOT on her hands - more than just trying to rejoin the flock and move on from her past. What happens now...
