Im trying harder to try and get this story on the road, so here goes nothing.
Im so sorry for the short awfulness, but i'm trying to figure out what I want to do with this. so thank you for being so patient with me!
~Chemie
A ray of sun shone through the window in Iggy's bedroom, illuminating his mop of orange hair. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking them a couple times, before actually sitting up. He felt the suns warmth on his shoulders. Then he felt a pain in his gut.
'Right. I was shot. Awesome.' He thought bitterly. He groaned and laid back down, feeling incredibly sore from yesterday. He wasn't healing as fast as he use to and that was kind of starting to worry him.
Angel walked in and sat on the side of his bed and sighed.
"You're not healing fast because your depression is slowing things down. Hence the loss of appetite, lack of energy and your healing as well." She looked at him, sorrow in her large, innocent blue eyes.
Iggy nodded solemnly, not liking what he was hearing.
"I think I'm beyond fixing this time around, Ange." He brought his murky eyes up. He looked tired, worn out. Iggy had deteriorated right before everyone's eyes and here he was at rock bottom. Angel closed her eyes, not wanting to cry. She crawled up next to him and rested her head in his lap.
"Please don't say that Iggy… You're going to be okay. You have to be…" She whispered sadly. Tears slipped from her closed eyes.
That's when Gazzy walked in.
"I can fix you, Ig! I learned from the best! Where does it hurt?" He said, feigning a smile. Angel knew he overheard them. But she wasn't going to say anything. Iggy chuckled and shook his head.
"Sorry man, love you and all, but Im better off eating Max's cooking. I trust you with bombs but, my life?" He laughed gently, letting Gazzy know he was joking. Gazzy rolled his eyes and say on the edge on the bed that Angel wasn't on. He hugged Iggy then. He hated it, but he was scared when his idol got shot. He thought he'd never seen him again.
"You're not allowed to die on me. Or the flock. But mostly me. You got that?" He stated, hell bent on keeping his partner in crime with him.
Angel watched as Iggy all but choked back tears. Angel heard his next thought loud and clear.
'I'm so sorry… If I don't keep my promise… will you hate me for it?'
It was Angel's turn to bite back tears. For her brother's sake.
"Im not going anywhere, dude. Nothing can kill me." He said, flexing his non-existent muscles. Gazzy smiled and pulled out of the hug.
"Gazzy, Angel, Nudge, Iggy! Breakfast!" They all heard Fang call them down. Gazzy jumped and hugged Iggy one more time.
"Hurry before it gets cold, Ig!" He exclaimed happily. And he was out the door.
"You better not die on us, Iggy. You're not allowed."
Iggy cringed and his shoulders sagged in defeat. I mean it, Ig." She was firm. He nodded, in a defeated sort of way that made you feel as heavy and his heart was. She couldn't do anything about but get him out of bed for now. She took his hand and helped him out of bed. He winced.
"This whole not-healing-fast thing really sucks." He muttered.
"Well then we need to make you better so that you do heal faster and don't sleep all day." She told him as she lead him down the stairs, one step at a time.
Once they finally sat down, immediately Iggy felt something strange. Angel's eyes widened when she heard a certain thought. She closed her eyes and ate, keeping silent about what she had just found out.
"I was thinking we could leave after we eat guys. Max needs us." Fang stated after swallowing his food. The flock all nodded and continued eat, trying to savor the meal.
Afterwards, they helped Dr. Martinez with dishes. When the little ones went upstairs to grab their things, Dr. Martinez looked at Fang.
"You better not hurt my daughter. At least have the decency to tell her." Was all she said before she walked out of the room. Fang let his mouth agape, staring, Iggy flushed red and hung his head to hide it.
The little ones came down and they all hugged the loving doctor. Then they were off, on their way to save Max.
-Hours Later-
"Are we almost there?"
"Not quite. We're close though. If we take another break and fly again, we should be there in a couple hours." Fang told all of them. "We'll land soon, guys." He said, looking at his flock.
Fang had a lot on his mind. Max, Iggy, Mrs. Martinez and the rest of the flock- all flooding his mind. He wasn't sure how to handle this, though he seemed to have it all figured out.
After what seemed to be a lifetime of silence, they landed. They took to a small city to get some food. They ate in silence, all of them begging for someone to break the silence. Surprisingly enough, Iggy was the one to grant their wishes.
"I defiantly cook better than this." He whispered to them, not wanting the owner to hear him.
They all smiled, happy to hear their friend speak.
"I agree. We need to get our own place so Iggy can cook and we don't have to go to places like this…"
"And a strawberry garden like the one we had before!" Angel and Gazzy both interjected happily, thinking of what could be.
Fang ruffled Gazzy's hair. "We'll get there guys. Eventually." He said to them, trying to keep their hopes up.
Then finally conversation ensued. They talked about the future and dreaming.
As the discussed their dreams, in the school only nightmares took place.
Max was strapped to a table trying her best to get out. Her wings were plastered to her back and she couldn't move.
"Let me go, you freaking dirt bags!" She shouted, struggling against her restraints. Sweat shone on her forehead, and she was in a white gown. A few stray hairs stuck to her forehead as she gritted her teeth, trying so hard to escape. She finally slumped against the metal bed.
'Remain still. The flock is on the way. You're going to be okay.' The voice said to her. She rolled her eyes, and stayed where she was.
The white coats walked over to undo her bindings. Roughly, he grabbed her and lead her to one of the testing rooms. She almost died, and felt claustrophobia take her over and she started to fight.
It was no use. There was no winning.
'Guys… please hurry.' She thought sadly, closing her eyes.
They had taken off a while ago, wanting to get their leader back. That's when he saw it. "Guys."
They all looked and fear rose in their eyes.
"Were here." He whispered.
They all heard it and closed their eyes for a moment.
Down below hidden in the brush, a man stood.
"They're here. Get in positions." A silhouetted grin appears in the shadows as he watched the young mutants fly toward, what he plans to be, the end of their lives.
"It'll all be over soon."
Ring-a-round the rosy,
Pockets full of poesy,
Ashes….
Ashes…
We
All
Fall
Down.