Part 30 (2/2)

”Do you get it now, Max?” he asked softly. ”Do you see the incredible beauty of the game? No child, no adult, no one has ever experienced anything like what you're feeling. Do you see why all this is necessary?”

The Eraser holding me peeled his fingers away from my mouth so I could speak. Instantly, I spit hard, clearing my mouth and throat of tears. I hit Jeb's shoe.

”No,” I said, keeping my voice steady, though everything in me was shrieking, desperate to run to Fang. ”I don't get it. I'll never get it. I want to get out out of it.” of it.”

His heartbreakingly familiar face looked strained, as if he was losing patience with me. Tough. ”I told you, you're going to save the world,” he said. ”That's the purpose of your existence. Do you think an ordinary, untrained fourteen-year-old could do that? No. You've got to be the best, the strongest, the smartest. You've got to be the ultimate. Maximum. Maximum.”

I yawned and rolled my eyes, knowing he'd hate that, and Jeb's jaw tightened in anger. ”Do not fail,” he said, a hard note in his voice. ”You did okay in New York, but you made serious, rather stupid mistakes. Mistakes cost you. Make better decisions.”

”You're not my dad anymore, Jeb,” I said, putting as much annoying snideness into my tone as possible. ”You're not responsible for me. I do what I like. I named myself-Maximum Ride.”

”I'll always always be responsible for you,” he snapped. ”If you think you're actually running your own life, then maybe you're not as bright as I thought you were.” be responsible for you,” he snapped. ”If you think you're actually running your own life, then maybe you're not as bright as I thought you were.”

”Make up your mind,” I snapped back. ”Either I'm the greatest or I'm not. Which is it?”

He motioned with his hand, and the Erasers let me and Iggy go. Ari turned and smirked at me, then blew me a kiss.

I spit at him. ”Daddy always loved me best!” I hissed, and his face darkened.

He took a fast step toward me, paws coiled into fists, but was pushed along by a rough, hairy wave of the other Erasers. They swept him up and shuffled off around the large boulder at the end of our beach. Jeb was with them. No, he was one one of them. of them.

118.

Stumbling badly, my shoulder feeling like it was on fire, I made my way down the beach. Before I moved Fang, I felt his neck to see if it was broken. Then I carefully turned him over. Blood trickled from his mouth.

”Fang, you have to wake up,” I whispered.

The others ran over. ”He looks really bad,” Gazzy said. ”He should see a doctor.”

Nothing seemed broken-maybe his nose-but he was still out cold. I lifted his head into my lap and used my sweats.h.i.+rt to dab at the b.l.o.o.d.y stripes on his face.

”We could carry him, you and me,” said Iggy, his long, pale hands floating over Fang, cataloging bruises, lumps, blood.

”Where to?” I asked, hearing my bitterness. ”It's not like we can check him into a hospital.”

”No hospi'l,” Fang mumbled, his eyes still shut.

Relief flooded through me.

”Fang!” I said. ”How bad?”

”Pre'y bad,” he said fuzzily, then, groaning, he tried to s.h.i.+ft to one side.

”Don't move!” I told him, but he turned his head and spit blood out onto the sand. He raised his hand and spit something into it, then opened his eyes blearily.

”Tooth,” he said in disgust. ”Feel like c.r.a.p,” Fang added, touching the knots on the back of his head.

I tried to smile. ”You look like a kitty cat.” I made whisker motions on my face, indicating where Ari had raked his. He looked at me sourly.

”Fang,” I said, my voice breaking. ”Just live, okay? Live and be okay.”

With no warning, I leaned down and kissed his mouth, just like that.

”Ow,” he said, touching his split lip, then he and I stared at each other in shock.

Mortification heated my face. I glanced up to see Nudge and the Gasman gaping at me. Luckily, Iggy was blind, and Angel was getting Fang water.

Gazzy looked from me to Fang to Iggy, clearly thinking that he was sunk now that I had obviously severed all ties with reality.

Slowly, Fang levered himself into a sitting position, his jaw tight, sweat breaking out on his face. ”Man,” he said, and coughed. ”This feels pretty bad.”

It was about the most he'd ever admitted to, painwise. He stood clumsily and took the water from Angel. Taking a swig, he rinsed his mouth and spit it out onto the sand.

”I'm going to kill Ari,” Fang said.

119.

Fang and the rest of us made it back to Manhattan without dropping out of the sky due to injury, exhaustion, or both.

”You macho thing, you,” I said when we finally landed in the darkness of Central Park. He looked worn out, clammy, and pale, but he had flown all the way with no complaint.

”That's me,” he said, but he gave me a long look, like, I haven't forgotten what you did, meaning the Kiss. the Kiss.

I blushed furiously, embarra.s.sed beyond belief. I would never live that down.

”Are you really okay, Fang?” Nudge asked, the most touching concern in her voice. Nudge doted on Fang.

He looked like he'd fallen off a cliff, with huge purple bruises distorting his face, the awful scratches Ari had left on his cheeks, the stiff, pained way he moved.

”I'm cool,” he said. ”Flying helped loosen me up some.”

”Look, let's find a place to hunker down, catch some Zs, and then take another shot at the Inst.i.tute,” I said. ”We've got to figure it out-we can't stop now. Right, guys?”

”Yeah, right,” Nudge said. ”Let's do it, get it over with. I want to know about my mom. And other stuff. I want to know the whole story, good or bad.”

”Me too,” said Gazzy. ”I want to find my parents so I can tell'm what total scuzzes they are. Like, 'Hi, Mom and Dad, you're such sc.u.m!'”

I decided we'd better stay underground for safety's sake. In the subway station, we jumped off the platform and walked quickly along the tracks. It looked familiar, and sure enough, a few minutes' walking brought us to a huge firelit cavern populated by homeless people and misfits. Home, sweet home, especially if you happen to be a sewer rat.

”Boy, does this look inviting,” Fang said, rubbing his hands together.

I made a face at him as we climbed up onto the concrete ledge. Inside, I was glad that he had enough energy to be sarcastic.

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