Welcome. To|My Life.

[le Dawnz]

xD I know I'm sorry it took so long! Don't worry, I'm working on Chapter 12 - Part 2: One Last Breath riiiiiiiight... well, to say right now would be a lie. I'll continue working on it tomorrow. And I've already started with the reunion. ^^ That is going to be fun. YES. NO FAX WOULD BE VERY BAD. And anyway, I love Fang too much! If he were real, I would totally sneak into whatever tree he's sleeping in, kidnap him and hide him in my basement and force him to marry me under the threat of a cell phone attack! xDD I could never kill him! Even though technically... I did. ("dun dun dun" in the background) I'll explain later. And me too, about the Max/Flock thing! Yes, he did think about the Flock, but notice that the FIRST thing he thought about was getting back to MAX. Just Max. ^^ Was my intentions aaaalllll along. lol I promise I won't wait three months to update again! Especially since I'm really excited about this new idea I had for Fang. -grins- Gonna be sooooooooooooo much fun! =D


Oh! And who's excited for Book 6: Fang? -waves hand in air eagerly- Fang's gonna be the damsel in distress? -leGasp- xD But seriously, I'm also pissed because it gets released EVERYWHERE ELSE first. UK? Already has it. Australia? Already has it. US? DON'T HAVE IT. I mean seriously? James Patterson lives HERE. So why isn't it released HERE first? SERIOUSLY?!?! -pouts- The only reason I'm so ARRGH about it is because I knew it was coming out in March, someone said it was released in February, I went and looked it up, read half of a sentence that began "It was released on February 5th..." and was all AH I GOTTA GO BUY IT! Then I find out the next day before I'm about to go get it that it doesn't come out in the US until March 15th. >.< And then I found out that the new graphic novel (which was suppose to be released on March 15th) won't be released until next fall.

OH! And the movie? FORGET ABOUT IT. Catherine Hardwicke is making them rewrite the script, and they haven't even cast anybody yet! You know who SHE wanted to portray Max and Fang? Two guesses. Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson. NO EFFING WAY. A) All the fans went haywire, claiming they would protest the movie if that happened. B) They are way freaking too OLD. C) You CANNOT make Edward and Bella into Max and Fang. D) They would SUCK as Max and Fang! I mean seriously? Anyway, James Patterson already shot it down, claiming he wanted some undiscovered actors to portray them. (I'm pretty sure he just didn't want them playing them. Seriously, you can't ever have those two be a couple in a movie again because everyone would only see Edward and Bella, and he KNOWS it.)

Anyway... rant over.

[Roxie !]

New idea you have for Fang?! -shakes- TELL MEEE!!! xDDD you've probably noticed that my patience has gradually ebbed away over the years. And I'm totally with you on that plan to marry Fang. LETSDOIT =D

I can't wait for the new book either!! That's so kilt that it gets released everywhere else first. I'm pretty sure James Patterson is delibrately trying to torture us. I mean, really, what the heck?? Everyone knows America gets everything first [/arrogance] xD Although...now I'm kind of scared to read it. I couldn't resist reading some spoilers online, and if they're true I swear to god Imma freakin KILL JP. Legit.

Ew wtf. I hate directors who try to take control over EVERYTHING. They're paying you to direct, not breathe down the writers' necks. And seriously, if they cast K-Stew and Rob Pattinson as leads I would NOT see the movie. Well.....okay MAYBE I would, out of curiousity. But I wouldn't be able to enjoy it. I'm glad JP wants to cast unknowns as the main leads, I think that's probably the right way to go. That's how they do it for most big book-series-turned-movies. It's what they did for Harry Potter and The Golden Compass...

[le Dawnz]

-is shaken- xDD Oh yes. I've noticed. And yes, let's! I'll bring the duct tape!

Kilt? xDDDD Oh I have refused the spoilers! I only read the synopsis. I do not want to know what happens. All I know is that this guy Dylan (Max's "perfect" other half) shows up, and that Angel predicts Fang is gonna die. If Fang dies, I swear to God I will HELP YOU kill James Patterson. -nods-

Totally. When I'm a director, I will try to stay as true to the books and writers as I possibly can. If any of my books were made into movies, I know that I'd want some say in what they changed and how they did it. And I totally agree. I'd see it, but I wouldn't like it! -crosses arms over chest and glares at actors and director- Yes, and it's a good system! That way the audience can't relate the actors to other movies and mess up the picture for them.

[Roxie !]

Pfft, I can already tell this Dylan guy's gonna be trouble. Fang IS perfect for Max, without even being made to be. Stupid love triangles. When does the book come out again?

[le Dawnz]

Book comes out tomorrow!!!! (March 15th) -does happy dance- And apparently a new Vampire diaries book will be released March 16th, as will the first Twilight manga. However, I am majorly excited (I mean, besides for FANG, duh) for Fading Echoes, which will be released on the 23rd. Oh! And New Moon comes out of DVD, as does Boondock Saints 2, which I definitely need to see. =) OH! Have you seen Alice in Wonderland yet?

Edit: -rereads- I'm just a cornucopia of useful release information, ain't I? xD

[Roxie !]

It comes out today?! ...Snap. BEWAAAARE THE IDES OF MAAAAHH-RCH. xD Gotta get to the bookstore! And I can't wait for Fading Echoes either! I'm actually excited to see what happens. Twilight manga? Are you freakin serious? -.- Fantastic.

And nooo I haven't seen it yet but I want to! Anything with Johnny Depp in it=awesome. Except for like, that Willy Wonka movie. Freaked. Me. Out. I like the older one better. With the orange oopma loompas instead of those weird Indian ones. Not...that I have anything against Indian people. I love them. And just middle eastern people in general....SAYID.

xD Wow I'm a spaz today. I also wanna see Remember Me. It looks SO freakin' good. It looks like it could remind me of when Rob Pattinson used to be tolerable(back in the Cedric days...sigh) and it has Emilie de Ravin and Lena Olin which...JJ Abrams connection. And it just looks SOOO good and I just...need to see it. Now.

[le Dawnz]

Omgomgomgomgomg! Okay, so I come home from school today and my mom gets home right after me. I help her carry the tons of groceries into the house and she suddenly pulls out of her purse and hands to me - one guess - Fang! I was like OMG! -snatches book- Thankyouthankyouhow'dyouknow? and she's just like "That's the one you don't have, right? It was really cheap for a hard cover so I just got it." And I've read like, half the thing already, and I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I'm just like, HOW COULD YOU!?!?! After all that? HOW?!?! Freaking evil monsters... But holy cow is the Faxness intense! They went from all confused and GRRR daggar eyes at each other to wanting to spend like, ever waking second together. xDD

[le Dawnz]

WARNING: INDIRECT POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!! NO DETAILS BUT WHAT IS SAID BELOW MAY IGNITE THE IMAGINATION TO MAKE ASSUMPTIONS!!! READ NO FURTHER IF YOU DON'T WISH TO BE BOTHERED WITH THE POSSIBILITIES OF WHAT MAY OR MAY NOT HAPPEN IN THE SIXTH MAXIMUM RIDE NOVEL: FANG!!!



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OMG I WAS SERIOUSLY CRYING AS I READ THE FINAL EPILOGUE!!!!!! OMGOMGOMG!!!!!! -sobs- I NEVER cry when I read books! ... Well okay, occasionally I tear up at really super emotional scenes in books I really love but I was seriously THISCLOSE to bawling my eyes out! Even just ranting about it to my mom (who also likes MR), and by ranting I mean going "OMG I can't even - AGH - and he can't just - AGH - and - AGH - OMG - AGH!!!!!! xDDD But dude toward the end in the first part of the epilogue he totally had me going there for a minute, and then I was like, OHHHHH... lol Okay then. But OMG!!!!! And it totally reads like it's the last book, at which point I was like NOITCAN'TBETHELASTBOOKHECAN'TLEAVEITLIKETHATOMG! And then I read a little thing on the last page (my other piece of news I think you might be seriously interested in) it said "... in upcoming MAXIMUM RIDE books." So I was like, okay, he better fix this OR ELSE. Seriously.


Okay, other news I had to tell you about. THERE IS A MAX RIDE WRITING CONTEST! Write a chapter of MR, submit it online at www.maximumride.com and then if you win or JP likes it you might meet him and or get the chapter PUBLISHED!!! AHHHH!!!


Okay, this is all a little rushed cuz my sis and mom are shoving me through the door so we can go out for sis's b-day dinner so I'll rant and explain more later. Bye!!!!!

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Edit: Okay, I've decided to just disregard all books past Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports. I am now refusing to acknowledge them. Just thought I'd throw that in.

[Roxie !]

Uggghhh the ending of Fang was absolutely CRUEEELLLL. How can James Patterson do this to us?!! Im seriously ready to hunt him down and kick him in his non-existant uterus.


.......don't ask. Grief makes us say the strangest things -sob- Ughhh there had BETTER be another book or I'll be beyond pissed! D= D= D= poor Max.

[le Dawnz]

... God, I'm such a spazz... Yeah. Wow.

Anyway, I'm almost done with this next chapter. It's the weirdest thing. During my free time, I don't even think about writing, but then I go to a class or lecture or lab (or during the summer, it'd be when I went to work), I'll get this insane urge to write. So most of what I've written so far for the next chapter was written, oddly enough, during class. Which probably isn't the smartest thing to do since when I write I kind of zone out and miss what my professor is talking about, which is probably kind of a bad thing during a bio lab. xD Yeah. So anyway, hopefully I'll have Chapter 12 Part 2 up soonish.

[le Dawnz]

Title: Welcome To My Life
FanFic: Maximum Ride
Setting: Smack dab in the middle, but written after having read #3. You might see references to #4 though.
Chapter: 12 – Part 2: One Last Breath
Other: Alright. Sorry this is kind of late. This WAS going to be the last chapter before we get back to the rest of the Flock. But after 6 pages on Word, I’m pretty sure it’s too long to be one chapter. So I’ll split it… again. I remember having a lot of songs for inspiration for this chapter, but I don’t remember any of them. I’ve actually been writing most of this during lectures when I get bored. xD I was listening to A Place Called Home by Kim Richey some of the time. One Last Breath by Creed was apparently an inspiration at one point. And now that I’m listening to it again (literally right now) I can see why. Yeah, definitely providing muse for this chapter. –bobs head to rhythm– Anyway, hope you enjoy!

“Promise me…”
“Fang!”
“What happened?”
“But… I don’t… I don’t get it… I mean…”
“Say what? Say that I wish Fang was still here? That he shouldn’t been shot? Is that what you want to hear?!”
“It’s okay to cry…”
“Oh! Oh, honey! Sweetheart, I’m so sorry!”
“It should have been me!”
“Iggy was crying, Fang! He was crying!”
“She’s going to be alright, right Iggy? I mean, she’s not going to – ”
“Fang was our rock.”
“Take my hand.”
“This sucks. It really does.”
“I know it’s not your fault you died…”
“Promise me…”
“You left us!”
“Promise me…”
“How could you do this to us?”
“Don’t forget me, okay?”
“We’ll never forget.”
“Don’t forget me…”
“Fang… Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang, Fang…”

Fang was jolted awake, rendered motionless by the images he’d seen and the voices he’d heard while he’d slept. His breath came labored and broken, as if he hadn’t stopped running since his escape. There was a new pain in his chest. One separate from the pain of his bullet wounds. Agony squeezed his heart as he replayed the scenes he’d dreamt over and over again.

He lurched into a sitting position, ignorant to the protests of his injuries and only aware of the growing ache in his chest and the nausea in his stomach. Fang was so beside himself that the cool logical part of him that was usually dominant over any other trait could not stop and process and suggest that the detached scenes had only been a dream. It had felt so real that he could only believe that it had been real.

His head was throbbing now, too, in time with his racing heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind, so far back at this point that he didn’t even register this next thought, he wondered if this was anything like what had happened to Max before her Voice had appeared.

Fang’s stomach convulsed and he found himself doubled over to the side. He thought he was going to hurl, but because there was nothing in his stomach, nothing would come up. He dry-heaved instead. Again. And then again. And then again.

Weak from hunger, thirst, excursion, exhaustion, and emotion, Fang lowered himself back onto his side, still clutching his stomach. He couldn’t find the strength to convince himself that he shouldn’t go back to sleep. That he needed to move and to figure out what he was going to do next, and to find something to eat before he was too weak to do so. All these thoughts flew out of his mind as his head rested against the cool hardwood floor. He slipped into unconsciousness before he could even think to stop himself. His last conscious thought before the blackness overtook him was, “I’m sorry, Max…”

***

“What the hell, man?”
“Is he sleeping?”
“Who cares? He’s on our turf!”
“Whoa, wait a second, guys! Check this out!”
“He’s got – ”
“You guys, it’s Fang!”
“Fang?”
“What the hell?”

Who was talking? Why wouldn’t they just shut up and let him sleep?

“Fang! Fang, man, wake up!”

Go away, Fang thought. And then he remembered.

His eyes flew open. He leapt to his feet, whirling around to face five massive, leather-clad guys. His fingers clenched into fists, ready for a fight. He knew there was only a slim chance that he could take down all five of the tough-looking guys, even with superhuman strength, but what other choice did he have? The only window in the room was much too small for him to escape through.

He scrutinized his opponents, looking for the weakest point in the line-up. Just as he was about to take his first calculated swing, Fang suddenly crashed to his knee, one arm braced against his stomach and a hand pressed flat against the floor to keep him from falling over from the force of the pain.

“Dude, he’s hurt!”
“Fang, man, it’s us. Remember?”
“We want to help you, man, not hurt you.”

Fang looked up, but could only make out the hazy outline of the men surrounding him. One of them leaned closer to him, his face coming into focus. He looks… familiar… he thought. And then he blacked out.

***

Fang remembered staring into the blurry face of a boy he somewhat recognized. The next thing he knew, he was propped against the wall in the corner of the room, and the boy was holding a cup to his lips. For a moment, Fang didn’t know who or where he was, and the second a cool drop of water slid between his lips and onto his tongue, Fang didn’t care to be reminded. He grabbed the glass with a surprising amount of strength and drained it in three gulps. The boy in front of him held up a water bottle, and Fang drained that too. As soon as he was finished, he knew he shouldn’t have done it. The satisfied feeling in his throat was one very different from the sloshy, nauseous one in his stomach.

Fang bent over to the side and wretched until he was 98% sure he’d thrown up more than he’d drank in the first place. Now feeling hollow, exhausted, and disgusted, Fang cautiously lowered himself to his side once again.

“Oh no you don’t.” said the boy across from him. He pulled a reluctant Fang up of the floor and leaned him back against the wall. “Here.” he said, pouring the contents of another water bottle into the cup Fang had first drank out of and shoving it toward him. Fang shook his head feebly and tried to push the cup away. “You need to stay hydrated.” the boy insisted.

At that, Fang hesitantly swallowed a few small swigs. The cool water slid down his burning throat, easing his nausea ever-so-slightly. Then he leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. In another minute, he was asleep.

***

The next time Fang woke up, he heard voices debating across the room.

“Crackers are suppose to be good for you, right?”
“How are crackers good for you?”
“You know, they say if you’re sick you’re supposed to eat crackers. Settles your stomach or something like that.”
“Who says that?”
“Everybody says that!”
“Then why are you asking me?!”
“Shhh! Guys, he’s awake.”

Fang looked around in confusion, a slow panic settling in. When the men approached him, he realized he was backed into a corner. He staggered clumsily to his feet, baring his teeth at them in an animalistic way, hoping to scare them away because he was sure he wasn’t strong enough to fight them all off. They each took a couple of steps back. One had his hands up in the universal symbol of surrender.

“Whoa, man! Calm down. We’re just trying to help.” one of them said, taking another step back as if to prove it.

“Yeah, dude. Chill. It’s just us. Don’t you remember us?”

There it was again. How did they know him? How was he supposed to know them? With his back against the wall, he crept out of the corner, feeling just a little bit safer with every step toward the door. Fang took a deep breath and tried to clear his head. It was no use to panic, and his captors weren’t showing any signs of aggression. They didn’t even seem like they were trying to keep him here. They just wanted him to remember. To calm down and to remember.

When his heart rate lowered back to a somewhat normal, or at least normal for him, pace, he took a closer look at each of their faces. A few of them looked vaguely familiar. One of them he was sure he’d never seen before, and the last he knew as the face who’d given him water.

“Turn around, man. Show him your jacket.” Fang’s muscles tensed, shooting a spasm of pain up his right side. The boy obeyed, turning his back to Fang so he could see the patch sown into his leather jacket. That’s when it clicked.

The Ghosts. “Keez?” A smile broke across one of the boys’ faces.

“I knew you’d remember eventually.”

The Ghosts was a gang from LA that had briefly helped Fang and his mini-flock when Max and Ari had taken Angel, Nudge and Total to Germany to confront the director of ITEX. Did that mean Fang was in LA?

“You want something to eat, man?” He held out a box of crackers. Fang hesitated for a few beats, and then stepped forward and took the box. He nodded his thanks to Keez. “Sorry that’s it. We usually just hit fast food joints, but all the nearby ones are closed.”

Fang shrugged off the apology. “What time is it?” More importantly, what day is it? And where am I?

“Four A.M. Man, what happened to you?”

Fang wasn’t entirely sure himself what had happened, but he and Keez (the other gang members left, claiming to have some “business” to take care of) sat down and Fang tried to explain as best he could while munching cautiously on cracker after cracker until he began to feel sick again. He left out the bits about the black abyss and seeing and dreaming about Max and the Flock. Keez didn’t need to know everything. When he was finished, Keez filled in the blanks. Fang had been out cold nearly three weeks! Not even including the days he’d wasted here in the Ghosts’ safe house.

“I need to find my Flock.” Keez agreed to help him as much as he could, although Fang refused his offer to leave the city and help him track them down.

By then, the other members of the Ghosts had returned and, having found a McDonalds, had brought back a ton of food. Normally, Fang could have eaten half of what they brought back himself and not even feel full, but today, he could only eat a handful of fries and half a cheeseburger before he began feeling sick again.
Over the next few days, Fang restlessly tried to relax and let himself heal. After a while, his stomach began accepting food without getting sick. He began getting his strength back. The Ghosts helped him change the dirty bandages around his bullet wounds after an agonizing night in which a boy named Hector had tried to sew up his stitches.

Fang didn’t want to think about it.

They gave him a clean pair of jeans (black, of course) and a dark gray t-shirt, which was much a bit of a relief to Fang because the nights in the dilapidated house were cold. Not that he hadn’t survived worse, but he had other things to worry about. He couldn’t afford to get sick again.

Fang tried to get a hold of the Flock. When he was strong enough, he went to find a working payphone. He tried Dr. Martinez’s house; he didn’t know who else he could call. But the phone just rang and rang and rang. Why the hell doesn’t she have an answering machine?

He tried to remember her cell phone number, but when he punched it in, it said the line had been temporarily disconnected. He tried another, slightly different, hoping he’d just misdialed the first time, but a man answered and told him he’d gotten the wrong number. Fang slammed the phone down in frustration.

This is why we should start carrying a cell phone. he thought venomously. But he knew it was a stupid idea. Cell phones can be traced, dumbass.

After three days, Fang began to worry. Why weren’t his wounds healing any faster? It usually only took a day or two for things like this to heal (for bird-kids, anyway). His wings weren’t much better. Fang stretched them every day, as much as possible, trying to shake the stiffness away. Unfortunately, he still hadn’t been able to try flying yet. Fang hoped that he’d be able to by the time he went looking for the Flock.

By the forth morning, Fang was itching to be on his way. He couldn’t stand being apart from his Flock, let alone under these particular circumstances. He needed to get out of here. He needed to find Max. He needed to get back to his family. They needed to know he wasn’t dead! Fang was so jumpy at this point that his heart skipped a beat when anyone walked into the room.

“I need to go, Keez.” he told his friend that afternoon. Keez didn’t look like he approved, but he kept his mouth shut and just nodded in understanding.

“Where are you going to go?” Fang met his eyes, but didn’t reply. Keez understood. “We’ll help you to the border.” Fang nodded, relieved that Keez didn’t push the matter any further.

Half an hour later, Fang and the Ghosts stood at the edge of a forest on the outskirts of a small, ancient-looking town. This was the end of the Ghosts territory. Fang thanked them for their help, and Keez put his hand on Fang shoulder, giving him a long, hard look that meant “good luck.”

Fang turned and stared into the trees, unsure where to start, though he’d never admit it. North, something whispered to him. He dove into the trees.

[Roxie !]

UPDATEZOMGADJFDLKSFJFJS ♥

This has to be one of my favorite chapters. You write Fang so well!! Aww, I felt so bad for him though. BUT I CANT WAIT FOR THE FAX REUNION. so much love =)