Maximum Ride: Metal Icarus

((Takes place during Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports))

"The boy only had one arm, well, one REAL arm. His right arm seemed to just be...a cold metal prosthetic. He had eyes that were a kinda gold-ish color, I could tell he was a fighter..or at least, he used to be. The fire in my eyes burned brighter than his..I still had hope. His blonde hair was way longer than mine, reaching almost the middle of his back; and you could tell he normally braided it; which is odd for a guy. I remained quite as he was brought in and strapped to the table beside me, not even putting up a fight. I waited until the whitecoats left the room before turning to him.

"What you in for?" I asked jokingly, hoping it would raise his spirits.

"...." He didn't even reply, how rude. I went out of my way to make a joke and he couldn't eve-

"I can't...do this anymore..." He said, his voice broken and raspy as he fought to even speak. I could just feel the sadness radiating from him.

"I'm Max...what's you're name?" I asked, mostly now out of boredom, not even really expecting him to answer, so when he did I kinda jumped a small bit.

"....Ed....."