Maximum Ride Saves Us All

Each Side of the War

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

                Hello everyone. I thought I would write a little not to you all since you have been waiting so patiently for the update. I love all of the positive comments and the love. I am almost at 500 views and that makes me so happy. I really love writing especially if people can see it, feel connected to it and have strong feelings about it. I know I have touched someone with just words on a screen, but they are my words which makes it so much better, knowing I can have such a pull with other people’s emotions. So, because of everything going on currently, mostly bad but some good, I haven’t been able to update lately and I have been desperately trying to make my writing better and make sure it’s perfect but with everything going on, updates will be slow and I apologize for that. I’m hoping the summer will be the time to update everything quite a bit because I won’t have school work, exams, or Drivers Education classes. I will however be going to the beach and hanging with friends and hopefully have a job so I promise to try as much as I can to update. Hopefully I can take my computer everywhere and just write. On to the bit about the actual writing itself. In the rest of my Maximum Ride chapters, the writing will be done in first person just to make it easier. Again thanks for reading and staying this long. Comment what you like/don’t/what I should work on/fix and I suggest you check out My Immortal, one of my original stories along with my untitled story at the top of my profile page. They are my favourites and the ones I will spend my time and effort on. I am in love with them and I hope you will be too! Thanks you guys are awesome!!!

Dylan POV

                I hadn’t seen Max in days. I felt dehydrated, flushed and alone. Angel stopped in every once in a while to bring me food and water. For the first little while she had to feed me herself. As I grew stronger I could feed myself, she stayed for even less time than before. I felt like a requirement. I knew Max was avoiding me, trying to make me feel guilty, and it was working.

                I missed her. I wanted her. I yearned for her. I cried for her. I longed for her. I stayed quiet for her. I love her. But none of that mattered if I couldn’t be with her, so I had to become strong so I could walk and fly again. I would steal her heart, then steal her away. I would prove to her that this FAX was a ridiculous notion and that she truly belonged with me. To me. After all, I was made for her, made to fit the curves she had, made to feel and know everything she did, to match her strength and intellect. It was just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Just a matter of time.

Angel POV

                I knew where Max was. Dylan asked for her every day and every day I had to lie. I hated lying especially to people who knew I could read minds…that meant that I always knew everything and it wasn’t easy to lie when you knew everything going on. I hated being in the middle because it meant I had to watch what I said and make sure I didn’t slip up or make a mistake. One slip and I could screw up everything. I know it sounds dramatic but would I truly be Angel if I wasn’t slightly off balance?

                I know what you’re thinking by the way…ha…well isn’t that funny, myself saying I know what you’re thinking. Anyway. You’re probably wondering why I sound so mature. Well, by my count, the rest of the…flock have been trapped for over a couple months now. All of the stress and bigger issues I have had to deal with really showed me that I need to stop playing mind games and get to work so I can help everyone regain freedom and see the outside world.

                I’ve never told anyone this before…but…every once in a while I sneak out to the ocean. I just fly over it, a couple swoops and swerves here and there in hopes I find the caves. Sometimes I leave very sad because I can’t find anything…or hear anything. Sometimes I do find something.

                When I am flying over the ocean, sometimes something stops me. I hear muffled noises and sounds coming from under the water…miles under. It makes me wonder, so I draw closer. Then I hear it. The muffled screams and cries of my family, of the people just like me who were told to leave for the caves. I hear them screaming for help. I can’t make out any words specifically yet, just the screams of terror and pain…it breaks my heart knowing I can’t get down there.

                I practice my mind reading every day hoping that one day I will be strong enough to make out the sounds and the words just enough to know exactly what they’re saying and then I could help them. I could get Max and Fang and we could rescue our family, we could be one again.

                Just before the whole thing happened, the heat and Armageddon, I met another kid with the same power as me. He could read minds, withstand the water pressure and had gills. Max’s mom had told us that these water powers had been a common experiment with the School but only a few of us survived the experiments. The Flock, myself, this boy and a couple others out of all of the conducted experiments, we were the only ones strong enough to make it, but I guess the universe had a reason as to why that was.

                I knew that if I could grow strong enough I could get the boy, Clayton’s attention and find a safe way to save everyone down there. I did know the risks of my plan and the even greater ones if I tried to see it through, but I had to. I had to rescue them…I had to see my family again…Gazzy again. So I had to grow stronger and develop a way as best I could to save as many as I could, I presumed there would be a few casualties but it was one risk I had to take.

                I had a plan.

Max POV

                I spent the days after the fight silently bawling in my treehouse. I couldn’t cry out loud because of Angel’s abilities, not that she didn’t already know I was sad. I couldn’t let Fang know either. Crying showed weakness and weakness was not an option. I knew Fang. I knew exactly what he would do if I was crying. He would tell me to be strong while he hugged me and stroked my back between my wings. But that was gone now, possibly forever. I had hurt him so bad by kissing Dylan, especially since Fang was back and trying his hardest to be a team player by not killing Dylan. He was being civil and respecting my space because of the stress over losing our family, which he was also feeling but then I go and kiss Dylan when my intent was to be with Fang. I blew it and now it hurt like nothing had ever hurt me before. Why did I even have these feelings? One would think that the School could do a girl a favour and remove them, seeing as how they had so much fun experimenting with everything else. It didn’t help that bird kids felt emotions stronger than humans…

Fang POV

                Weakness is not an option. No one sees my weakness. Hide it, don’t feel it. Protect yourself and watch your back. You will move on, you don’t even need her…who are you kidding? Of course you need her! She is f*cking Maximum Ride, the girl you fell for all those years ago, but you hid it just like you hid your emotions all those years and now she was off kissing other dudes, other dudes you hate. You waited too long and now she was gone, slipping away but you can’t let that happen.

                I can’t let that happen. I won’t lose her, not now not ever, but she is going to have to fight for me like I have for her. I will have her back and once I get her I will never let her go. Max and I love each other. We will reunite the six of us and live happily alone. How am I going to do that?

                Kill Dylan of course.