Valedictorian- A Maximum Ride Fanfiction

7th Period

THE ADRENALINE THAT rushed through Fang was unreal, almost euphoric after the week of inactivity. He ducked, swerved, and he punched with Bruce Banner like strength. A real life norse god. With wings that would make Hawkeye jealous.

Okay, whatever. So he had sneaked out and watched Avengers with Gazzy. So what. So what. His instincts peaked when one of the workers took out a semi automatic (actually, they were way too good at fighting to be mere construction or dock workers) and he rolled out of the way before blowing them away with a large flap of his wings. Max, beautiful, beautiful Max; punched through all of them like a golden flurry. His golden flurry. Maybe. 

Those types of thoughts had been dancing around his mind lately, and he shook his head to clear it. Max flipped a guy over on his back just in time for Fang to dodge roll out of the way, kicking him behind the knees and elbowing him right between the shoulder blades. Another man attempted to swipe at Max's head with a lead pipe, and Fang grabbed his wrist before yanking him out of the way as a couple of his 'comrades' opened fire on them. He punched him the neck, the man crumpling like the rest of the circle of bodies around them, and that was when the remaining workers brought out the big guns.

Namely, a freaking bazooka.

Max spread out her wings, and Fang dodged, wings flaring up to protect him as it hit one of the loading cranes behind him. He heard the men shout in front of him, but that wasn't the end. Oh no, it wasn't. 

There were more men with docked flying bombs. 

Three more, to be exact.

"Oh, shit."

He took off, dodging past crates and back into the metal maze. They wouldn't shoot at their own cargo, would they? The feathers in his wings were upturned and it'd be suicide to up in the air now, the wind smoothing them back down one by uncomfortable twinge one, and Max dove back down like divine wind; dividing the men among their ranks. 

But he was wrong, ohhhh, he was so wrong. 

They chased him, and Fang drew his wings in to avoid additional damage as gunfire rained from the heavens. They seemed to hit everything but him (not that he was complaining, this must be that 'unlimited ammo and no aim' badguy syndrome the movie buffs talked about so much on his blog. Which would, also, coincidentally make him the main character) and as he swerved past stacked up mirrors he heard the hiss and boom of a launched bazooka. He took a sharp right, intending on cutting off the blast by blocking it with the goliath-sized iron containers; but screeched to a stop when he saw Iggy and Ren in front of him. Oh shit, oh shit shit shit.

Max screamed, and Fang chanted a prayer to the gods as his raven wings spread out and shot him upwards.

And then time stopped. 

Iggy turned upwards towards where Max had screamed from, pale eyes widening slowly as Fang rose in the air. Ren was already in the air, head turning towards where the mini missile was just making contact with the mirror cargo, and once the soft 'clink' of contact was made, everything happened too fast. Iggy couldn't get down, bumping into boxes in the unfamiliar environment, Max screamed, but Fang didn't notice any of that. Fang watched Ren, a storm brewing in grey eyes before his wings all but disappeared and he along with it. The explosion happened, knocking Fang around in the air with gusts and turbulent wind, dodging the odd daggers of glass that'd managed to be shot upwards and following the rest with his eyes- flying toward Iggy who hadn't ducked in time-

No, Ren.

Ren had covered him, and was now rolled up- a large shard of glass jutting out of his leg. Iggy looked completely lost, face pale as he worked to stop the bleeding with shaking hands and Max positively glowing with righteous fury; swooping down to yank both of them up into the air. She gave him one command- a jerk of her head back to the cave, eyes speaking more volumes of fire and brimstone than any picture of hell ever could. He felt his breath leave him, though he wasn't sure if it was in a good or a bad way.

Fang nodded, solemn, and the four hybrids left the flaming docks.