The Angel Experiment: Chapter 3

Fang's eyes opened slowly. The ceiling was still in place and a rampaging fire didn't seem to be raging, yet he felt like the world should be crumbling.

He had just woken up from one of the weirdest dreams of his life.
And it had starred Maximum Ride.

Weirded out though he could no longer could reclaim the dirty details of the dream, he jumped out of his bed and threw on the regular black ensemble. Well, mostly black. He was wearing navy boxers, but he doubted anyone would care or see.

After he ran his fingers through his hair to make sure it wasn't TOO nasty, he exited the bedroom quietly, like a crime scene where the utmost horrible thing had taken place. Which it had. Dreaming about Max was a bit like trying to grasp for optimism in a dog crate, Fang mused. You just didn't try it.

And he actually had experience with the whole "dog crate" business, anyway.

Fang walked down the hallway, his feet dragging on the ground. He was already wearing his shoes; a habit he had kept since the first few weeks he had lived in the E shaped house hill on the mountain side. He was more comfortable with shoes on. He could jump out a window and leave at a moments notice.

Except, he knew he really couldn't do it.

He had a family; people who needed him and who he needed. Try as he may to remain separated from the clan over the years, he somehow managed to grab second in command. He wondered if it wasn't for the fact that Max was here if he would be number one. The thought gave him shivers. He could barely take care of himself, let alone the entire flock. Max did a fine job.

And here he was again, his mind back on Max.

He stepped into the kitchen deathly silent, noted The Gasman perched on the counter rubbing his eyes, Iggy swearing mentally to himself, and Max peering into the fridge. He peaked over her shoulder, finding it funny he could see clear over her head now days. They were all tall, but being taller than Max seemed to have its advantages. Especially when she was angry with him.

Finding the fridge empty, Fang let out a little breath of air in exasperation. He knew Max hated shopping, but seriously? Did he really have to starve because of it?

"Will you stop doing that?" Max snapped angrily, turning on him. Fang found himself looking for what he'd done, looking her over with a cool, impassive stair. He noticed the closeness instantly, and feeling slightly hazed, he realized he must have breathed on her. Checking her arms, he saw goosebumps and smirked inwardly.

"Quit what?" He griped back. "Breathing?"

"You know what," Max's face was twisted with irritation, but she didn't push it too much. Too early in the morning, he supposed.

Max had peachy skin that needed to see a bit more sun, in Fang's opinion. Her eyes were a hazel color that glowed with the emotions she was feeling. No one else seemed to think so, considering the fact no one else seemed to read her like Fang did. He quite literally saw Max as an open book rather than a mystical leader/mother the others saw... Or, well, not including Iggy who didn't see much of anything.

Iggy jumped up and announced what Fang knew he would as soon as he really woke up, before Max decided to play leader. "Fang? You set the table," which translates to "make sure we have something to eat on besides the table covered in God only knows what funk, Fang thought to himself. "I'll go get Nudge and Angel."

Fang watched her walk off, remembering the dream, though not the concept of it rather than the main star.

What did it matter any way? Fang decided he'd forget all about it. It was just Max after all...

Short, sweet, and a perfect opener. :]

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