Maximum Ride Saves Us All

The Dream

Dylan POV

                Dylan knew Max still had feelings for him! He knew that ‘Fax’ wouldn’t last, there wasn’t a chance. The mere thought of Max with Fang and not himself made him vomit. Repetitively. Why would a beautiful, powerful and sassy girl like Max be interested in him and not Dylan? Fang was so dark and moody. No one ever knew what exactly he was feeling or what murderous thoughts roamed the inner corners of his brain. He dressed like one of those kids who just boarded the emo train. ‘All aboard Fang!’

                Sure, she and Fang had history, and sure, he was…well strong as much as Dylan hated to admit it he knew it was true. He knew that Fang could beat him to a pulp if he was determined enough but he would never admit that out loud. There were just so many reasons that Fang was unfit to be with his Max. He was obnoxious and way too quiet. What guy doesn’t scream when their sports team wins the game? Dylan swore he didn’t think Fang was a dude sometimes…

                ‘What’s up with his hair?’ Dylan thought. ‘Looks like someone dipped it in tar…I bet he dies it to look like an emo freak.’

                “Actually, Fang’s hair is naturally that dark, he could beat you to a pulp, he loves Max just as much as you do and probably even more, he’s saved her life more times than I can count…and I’m pretty sure he’s a boy.”

                Dylan whipped his head around to see Angel standing in the doorway with a bowl she obviously sculpted from mud. “Angel! I…I…”

                “No need to get worked up. It’s not like it’s the first time I have heard you think those things about Fang…It’s just the first time I ever said anything.”

                “How long were you-“

                “Long enough. Just for the record Dylan, I can still read minds and anyone who talks smack about the flock gets clocked…usually by Fang…and Max.”

                “Max wouldn’t-“

                “Yeah she would.” Angel walked closer to Dylan and set the bowl on his bedside table that had been carved from bark. “Max is the leader of this flock. She protects us all with her life. If you think she would pick you over one of us, you really hit your head. We are a family. You joined it, but you can just as easily unjoin. Forcibly.”

                Dylan just blinked at her.

                “Oh, and I would be careful about what I say and think around here. Fang has eyes and ears everywhere and those eyes and ears would be me.” The usual sparkle in Angel’s eyes had disappeared and had been replaced with an evil glint.

                Dylan had never seen her so…well, so nasty. She looked like Angel, but that was definitely not who was in her place.

                “You being so weak and all…it would be as easy as squashing a bug. One second it’s there then the next, gone. Squashed by a boot…Fang’s boot if you get what I mean. Do you understand Dylan?” she asked staring him straight in the eye.

                Dylan swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. What happened to the sweet little Angel that he used to know?

Max POV

                I told Angel to meet me by the caves but where was she? I had looked all around for her but no luck so I headed back for the treehouses hoping to find her there. I was wafting in and out of the threes when something grabbed my foot and yanked me backwards. I decided this would be the perfect time to test out the new defence kick I had been working on with Fang. So I did.