The Forgotten (A Maximum Ride Fanfic)

Okay quick establishment of the time line of this story. It started 6 months after book 5, they are already sixteen, six more months go by when Max disappears, and three months since she’s been back with them. So at this point the flock is almost two years older than they were in book 5.

Chapter 16: The Coming of Nudge

Fang POV

“Come on Fang SPILL!” Gazzy shouted in my ear. I rolled my eyes at the kid, and focused on the task in front of me, updating my blog. It was my first time updating in a year but that mostly due to the fact that nothing exciting has happened to us in the past year. Last time I check I had a lot of pissy comments about my separation with Max. Lots and lots of hate mail man, I’m not gonna deny it, it hurt to be hated by strangers.

Okay that was only partially a lie, I updated once in between after we discovered Max wiped her memories. My brain was rejecting the memory of the update because this time I actually got a lot of death threats. Apparently the whole world was reading my blog for Max and Fang action and not “Bird kids mission to save the World.”

“Fang I swear I’ll fart in your face if you don’t tell me!” Gazzy threatened. I winced and considered giving in. Gazzy’s farts were pretty damn lethal, especially now that he can light them on fire . . . ugh, I mentally shuddered at the memory.

“Don’t even think about it Gaz. I’ll just look into Fang’s mind,” Angel taunted me. I narrowed my eyes at her as she tried to probe my brain, which I instantly closed off from her.

“Don’t try Angel,” I replied.

“HE SPEAKS!” Gazzy threw his arms up in celebration. I chuckled and continued typing away. It was time to get my followers back into preventing the end of the world plan. I was by no means being half hearted about this. I earnestly wanted to promote teens, the human ones, to do what’s within their power to save our home and planet. Maybe I was doing it to lighten our burden, maybe I was doing to be the righteous hero? Who knew?

I was aware that Gazzy was rambling, and Angel was complaining how everyone seemed to have their minds blocked these days, but I paid no attention. Iggy loved Max . . . I should have seen it coming. Maybe I did and didn’t want too. Nudge loved Iggy, that was definitely a shocker. I love and kissed Max. Where the hell does this leave our family? It was too complicated to think about, so I neatly stored it away in the back of my mind. Iggy and Max, I could deal with, but Nudge was a whole other story. In my head, she was just a kid.

I stopped typing to rub my temples and try to forget the thoughts previously plagueing my mind. It’s time the flock talked some things through.

“Gazzy,” I finally responded, effectively shutting him up. He gave me his undivided attention and an eager look in his eyes. I almost felt bad for deceiving the kid. “Get the flock together in the dining room. Do whatever you have to,”

“Can I use my flaming farts?” He almost pounced where he stood. I visibly paled at the idea.

“No!” I told him firmly, Gazzy frowned but ran to look for the others. Angel smiled, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen with her. Max, Iggy, Nudge, Total, and Gazzy all rolled in one by one. The atmosphere in our small kitchen was so thick with tension that it hung like fog in the early morning. I could pretend that I didn’t notice, but I did. The tension seemed to extend to me as well. To my dismay, Max wouldn’t meet my eyes, but she wouldn’t meet Iggy’s either. Iggy watched Max, and Nudge watched Iggy. I sighed; life was just so cruel some times.

Gazzy whistled. “Who died?” he squirmed under the heavy air. I noticed Iggy crack a tiny grin at the Gasman. Nudge too didn’t look as weary.

“No one died Gazzy. Nudge likes Iggy and he broke her heart and told Max he loved her who was kissed by Fang yesterday. Max can’t choose between Fang and Iggy, and Iggy is confused because now Nudge likes him, Fang is skeptical of Nudge liking Iggy, and you and I are the odd ones out.” Angel rolled her eyes as she listed off. Nudge and Max blushed brilliantly and began playing with hair or clothes, whatever girls do when their embarrassed; Iggy and I avoided eye contact.