Maximum Ride ((FangXReader)) 2

((I think I'll make this into a series. Why not, am I right?))

    As you started your trek back towards the apartments, a thought dawned on you. How did he fly away if his wings were bloody and broken last night? It made you pause. In your moment of hesitation you heard the sound of wing beats. You pivoted on your heal, ready to ask whom you had previously assumed was Fang how his wing had healed as fast as it did.

    "I assume you're about to run, but that wouldn't be a wise move on your part. Mostly because it would only cause you further injury." The flying wolf-mutant spoke, completely taking you by surprise.

    "What do you mean "further injury"? I'm not inju-" You were smoked on the side of the head with a solid metal bat, said bat soon to be thrown to the side with slight blood splatter.

    The wolf-mutant crouched down to where your unconscious form lay. "That's what I mean." He stood to his full height, motioning for his robotic companions to take you back to where they had originated. "The name's Ari. You better learn it real fast where you're goin'." With those final words, he was off to man his flight.

~*~*~P.O.V. Swap~*~*~

    "FANG!!" Nudge shouted with glee as she ran towards me.

    "Shit man. I'm blind and I can tell you look like one of Gazzy's "special" bombs went off prematurely all over you." Iggy told me, as I detached the clinging Nudge from my person.

    "Thanks. That means so much coming from you Ig." Sarcasm, all sarcasm. "No seriously though, I hurt like Hell twice fucked me over, spit me out, and did it again."

    "Don't talk like that in front of Angel and Gazzy!! You know even thinking about it will still be heard by Ang over there." Max scolded, as she came closer to me from her room in the back of the "treehouse". Once she was close enough, she gave me a tight hug, excluding the wings, and whispered in my ear, "Where were you?"

    This one little question froze me, but I quickly lied to cover my ass. "No where. The past is just that, the past. Don't focus on it." I separated from her and walked back to my own room.

    "Who is she?" A question was asked, but not by my own subconscious. Nope, by our very own residential telepath, Angel. Who has become anything but an angel in the past year.

    "None of your business Angel. Leave. Now." She was quite the bother when she wanted to be. Especially when she gets into acting the part of the enemy, don't mess with the little she-demon.

    "Fine." Angel said, in the doorway connected to my room. "Don't get her involved Fang. You know how badly that ends for anyone associated with us or the school. Do not go back to talk to her. EVER." Her glare never ending and gaining intensity.

    "You know I won't. Now, get out of my room and my head." I told her, The strictness of my voice showing through my emotion mask.