Angel: A Maximum Ride Novel

by James Patterson

  My breath caught in my throat, and my blood turned to ice. Had she been trapped by the second explosion? It didn’t seem possible. I remembered her small, earnest face, saying, “I can deal with pretty dangerous.”

  “Angel, where are you?” Gazzy yelled, turning in circles, bobbing up and down in the sky, then suddenly he crumbled, his face dissolving into tears. My munitions and weapons expert really was just a nine-year-old kid, and he’d just lost his little sister.

  And I’d lost my baby.

  78

  “IT’S BEEN FIVE HOURS, Max.” Dylan’s quiet voice was like sandpaper.

  “I refuse to believe that she didn’t escape,” I said stubbornly, and tried to help superstrong Kate shift some more twisted wreckage from the blast site.

  Dylan and I had even crawled through the rubble near the manhole and tried to get back into the sewer system. But the tunnel had completely collapsed, and Gazzy said that while he’d managed to defuse most of the network of bombs, he obviously hadn’t gotten to every one, plus the poison gas was still down there.

  He’d given me that information through sobs, as I held him, his head on my shoulder.

  Angel’s last words to me kept replaying in my mind: It’ll be okay, Max. I’ll be with you always, no matter what. And Max—I believe in you. Forever. What had she meant by that? Had she had some premonition that she might not come back? Had she made the ultimate sacrifice? She’d talked of all my sacrifices. I was haunted by the idea that she might have chosen to make one of her own.

  Next to me, Kate sat down. Star held out a bottle of tepid water, and Kate drank it. She looked exhausted. I sighed and bent down to move another chunk of cobblestone.

  The police had closed down the entire area, evacuating the buildings that were still standing, clearing the Place de la Concorde. We’d hovered above the Louvre, waiting for them to leave, after Fang had made sure that his gang was okay. They’d been great, helping to rescue at least twenty people trapped under the rubble, helping to get hurt children to nearby hospitals. Now they sat on a curb, looking wiped, like Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy. Only Fang, Dylan, and I were still on our feet. Just barely.

  An aerial search had turned up nothing, but after two hours we’d found one of Angel’s pink sneakers, two blocks away. It had been ripped apart, its sole dangling. A section of it was stained with blood.

  That’s when I had finally broken down.

  “I tried to get to all of them,” Gazzy sobbed. “I thought I had. There must have been like a remote setoff that I didn’t know about. I don’t know what happened.” I remembered the wires sticking out of Mark and shuddered.

  Would Gazzy ever forgive himself? I was the one who had decided to let him try. If I had insisted he leave there, made all of the flock get out of there and let the DGers…

  We’d all be safe, but thousands of people might be dead, Paris would be even more ruined than it was now, and I’d still never be able to forgive myself.

  This was the hard stuff, the leader stuff, the save-the-world stuff that I just couldn’t stand having to deal with. At a certain level, there are no best choices, no right decisions. Only choices that are less bad, decisions that are less wrong.

  It was dark now. It was hard to accept that we’d found all we were going to find. We’d all been crying, off and on, for hours, except for Fang and Dylan. Somehow they had remained strong as they worked side by side with me, shifting the biggest boulders and the heaviest pipes.

  Now I stood looking at the crater, wondering how the DGers could have done such a thing. How could that guy Mark have lived with himself? It was all too much. I wanted to go home, but I wasn’t even sure where home was at that point. I didn’t even know what had become of my mom or Jeb. Or Ella. Had they been part of this in some way? I wasn’t certain about anything anymore.

  I hung my head, and I felt someone, Fang, gather me gently to him. My cheek rested on his shoulder, and my silent tears soaked his torn shirt. He felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing.

  Least of all Fang.

  79

  THE WEIRD, WEIRD thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.

  Within hours of Angel’s disappearance, while my heart was still raw and bleeding and in denial, Paris was already starting to recover. Cleanup teams swarmed the Place de la Concorde; officials tested radiation levels. Fang had given them information about what still lurked in the crushed tunnels beneath the city, and they’d deployed military experts and bomb squads to finish the job that Gazzy had done so amazingly well, for a nine-year-old.

  We’d combed all the hospitals and trauma units, pushing aside curtains, bursting into rooms, praying we’d see Angel’s filthy, wounded face—alive. But we didn’t.

  As a beautiful sunset painted the area with blood-red hues, people began to pull themselves together. I wanted to grab strangers and yell, “Don’t you understand what’s happened?” But I knew it was pointless. It was only my pain searching for an outlet.

  Finally, Fang came and found me, where I had collapsed in exhaustion, near the blast site. I looked up through dry and mournful eyes. “If we haven’t found her body yet, then she’s still alive,” I said.

  He sat down, took my hand in his. Slowly, he shook his head. He looked like he’d aged about ten years in the past twenty-four hours. His face was drawn and gaunt. His hair and clothes were still caked with grit and blood. He shook his head again, slowly.

  “No, Max,” he said. “Probably not.”

  I wanted to scream, “It’s your fault! You’re the one who left her!” But it wasn’t his fault. Because I had left all three of them.

  “We’re… taking off,” Fang said.

  I knew my face was splotchy and tear stained; my clothes were filthy and covered with soot and blood and dust; my hair was matted with ash and grit.

  “What?” I asked dully.

  Nudge had been sleeping against my shoulder, and now she roused and blinked groggily.

  Fang gestured toward his gang waiting several feet away. They looked whipped and dirty, and they had new, sad, firsthand knowledge about some of the awful things that can happen in the world. Strangely, seeing them warmed my heart a little. They were starting to look like they belonged with us.

  “We’re going to take off,” Fang repeated. “The cops got some of the DG organizers, but not whoever or whatever was supposed to be the One Light. Gazzy filled me in on what he and—on what he’d learned at their headquarters. So we’re going after that. It doesn’t sound like Mark was the kingpin—he was only a servant of the One Light.”

  “Huh,” I said, unable to offer more of a reaction.

  “We have to kill the plant at the roots,” Fang said, “or it’ll just grow back.”

  His face was lined and grim, his voice flat. He’d always loved Angel so much. Like we all had.

  “Oh,” I said, and I got wearily to my feet, feeling old and hollow and like I would never be happy again. I don’t even know what I was expecting, but Fang and I sort of came together in a brief, awkward hug. I clung to him, relishing the milliseconds in his arms like they were hours, then I stepped back.

  “So I guess this is it,” I said almost incoherently.

  “Yeah,” Fang agreed, and my heart sank. I’d actually hoped he’d just say for now. “Be safe,” he said. Then he looked meaningfully at Dylan, as if to say, “That’s your job now—take care of her.”

  Maya waited with the gang, and I knew I owed her. I went and stood in front of her, watching as her eyes met mine.

  “Thanks,” I told her.

  She nodded. And that was it—we were too alike to need anything more.

  “Take care, guys,” said Fang to the rest of the flock. “I’ll post anything I find out on my blog.”


  More tearful good-byes, and then they were gone. I blinked uncomfortably, feeling grit in my eyes, then turned to the flock. I swallowed hard. “I need to find Ella,” I told them. “And my mom. And maybe even Jeb.”

  Slowly, one by one, they nodded. I let out a deep breath, wondering if I could even get myself airborne.

  Dylan came up to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and took one of my hands in his. His hand was large, warm, and comforting. I looked down at it, and again, hot tears pricked the backs of my eyes, then ran down my face, making tracks through the sweat and the blood. I let them fall.

  I looked up at him and nodded, and then we got ready to fly.

  EPILOGUE

  FAMOUS LAST WORDS

  “You’re very superior, Angel,” said a voice.

  Angel heard the voice, heard other muffled sounds, but she couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t move a muscle. She tried to still her panic, tried to calm down enough to figure out where she was, what was happening.

  Her head was killing her, and she could tell some of her hair was matted with blood. Her feet were bare and cold. She had electrodes taped to her, all over, and as she realized this, panic washed through her. She heard a machine start beeping as her heart beat faster. Not again. She couldn’t go through this again.

  “It’s okay, Angel,” said the voice. Angel couldn’t tell if a man or a woman was speaking. It sounded like it was coming at her through many layers of cotton. “You’re among friends. Even admirers. We’re going to take care of you.”

  Angel tried to speak but couldn’t make a single sound. Was she even breathing? She thought so. She realized that her wrist stung—she must have an IV there. It was all nauseatingly familiar: the feeling of helplessness, the smell of disinfectant, the hushed hums and chirps of medical machines tracking every bodily function.

  With all of her heart, she wished that she was home with Max and the others, wished she could curl up with Max and watch TV, wished she could watch Ella and Iggy bake cookies. She was just a little kid…

  “You see, Angel,” the voice continued, “it’s important that you recognize your superiority. It’s part of your destiny. You have to take strength from that knowledge.”

  An icy liquid seeped into her hair, and Angel wondered if they were cleaning the blood off.

  “When you truly understand your superiority, you’ll be able to leave your humanity behind, once and for all. Humans aren’t needed for the New World. But superhumans are. Beings that are more than human, better than human. You’ll see.”

  Angel tried sending her thoughts out, tried to get into the heads of whomever was around her. But it was like she was encased in plastic, with no thoughts entering or leaving. She’d never felt more alone. Where was Max? Was she worried? The flock must be going crazy, trying to find her…

  She swallowed uncomfortably, aware that a tube was going down her throat.

  That was when everything crashed in on her: The bombs, running after Gazzy in the tunnel, the huge explosion. She remembered nothing after that, until just now. She didn’t know if Gazzy and Fang had made it out alive. She didn’t know if they had saved thousands of people. She didn’t even know if she still had a flock.

  She thought about the people, so many people, that might be dead right now, because she and Gazzy had failed. This is my fault, Angel thought. All of this is my fault.

  Oh, Max, she thought, sure that Max couldn’t hear her. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

  Very slowly, a single tear welled up in her closed eye and seeped out from beneath her heavy lid. It rolled down her cheek, past her ear.

  “Don’t worry, Angel,” came the voice again. “You’re very special. We’re going to take good care of you.”

  But at least Angel was still human enough to cry.

  In the Maximum Ride Battle of the Schools, schools around the country competed to be crowned the biggest fan of the Maximum Ride series. Congratulations to the following top-ranking schools:

  Alton Middle School, Alton, Illinois

  Amy Biehl High School, Albuquerque, New Mexico

  Berrien Springs Middle School, Berrien Springs, Michigan

  Bolivar Middle School, Bolivar, Missouri

  Bondy Intermediate, Pasadena, Texas

  Brownsville Elementary, Bremerton, Washington

  Buffalo Island Central West Elementary, Monette, Arkansas

  Cabot School, Cabot, Vermont

  Caprock Elementary School, Keller, Texas

  Carmel Middle School, Carmel, California

  Central Tech, Erie, Pennsylvania

  Centralia High School, Centralia, Missouri

  Chain of Lakes Middle School, Orlando, Florida

  Challenger High School, Hickory, North Carolina

  Chester County High School, Henderson, Tennesee

  Chicopee High School, Chicopee, Massachusetts

  Clayton Valley High School, Concord, California

  Cook Secondary School, Cook, Minnesota

  Crone Middle School, Naperville, Illinois

  Dalton Middle School, Dalton, Georgia

  Decatur Central High School, Indianapolis, Indiana

  Desert Mountain School, Phoenix, Arizona

  Dundee Central School, Dundee, New York

  East Middle School, Traverse City, Michigan

  Edgewood Middle School, Mounds View, Minnesota

  Explorer Middle School, Everett, Washington

  Fall Creek Intermediate, Fishers, Indiana

  Fern Creek Traditional High School, Louisville, Kentucky

  Fort King Middle School, Ocala, Florida

  Glen Alpine Elementary, Morganton, North Carolina

  Goldie Maple Academy, Queens, New York

  Great Neck Middle School, Virginia Beach, Virginia

  Greenback School, Greenback, Tennessee

  Hillcrest Christian School, Granada Hills, California

  Holly Ridge Middle School, Holly Springs, North Carolina

  Holy Angels, Arcadia, California

  Holy Nativity Episcopal School, Panama City, Florida

  Immaculate Conception School, Columbia, Illinois

  Infant of Prague, Jacksonville, North Carolina

  J. R. Gerritts Middle School, Kimberly, Wisconsin

  James A. Arthur Intermediate School, Kennedale, Texas

  Janet Berry Elementary School, Appleton, Wisconsin

  Lake Alfred-Addair Middle School, Lake Alfred, Florida

  Lexington Junior High School, Cypress, California

  Long Meadow Elementary School, Middlebury, Connecticut

  Madrid Middle School, El Monte, California

  Mariner High School, Cape Coral, Florida

  Marysville Getchell High School, Marysville, Washington

  Mesa Ridge High School, Colorado Springs, Colorado

  Mid-Carolina Middle School, Prosperity, South Carolina

  Montrose Area Jr./Sr. High School, Montrose, Pennsylvania

  Morse High School, Bath, Maine

  Nagel Middle School, Cincinnati, Ohio

  New Prague Middle School, New Prague, Minnesota

  Nixa Junior High School, Nixa, Missouri

  North Middle School, Colorado Springs, Colorado

  Northwood Middle School, Spokane, Washington

  Notre Dame Academy, Duluth, Georgia

  Otsego High School, Otsego, Michigan

  Oxford High School, Oxford, Connecticut

  Philomath High School, Philomath, Oregon

  Pinehurst Elementary School, Lakeview, New York

  Reavis High School, Burbank, Illinois

  River Bend Middle School, Sterling, Virginia

  River Trail Middle School, Johns Creek, Georgia

  Riverside High School, Ellwood City, Pennsylvania

  Rochester Area High School, Rochester, Pennsylvania

  Saghalie Middle School, Federal Way, Washington

  Sierra Vista Middle School, Irvine, California

  Slavens K–8, Denver, Colorado


  South Charlotte Middle School, Charlotte, North Carolina

  Sr. Goldenhill ALC, Rochester, Minnesota

  St. Gregory Nazianzen, Los Angeles, California

  Starkville High School, Starkville, Mississippi

  Steamboat Springs High School, Steamboat Springs, Colorado

  Stroudsburg Middle School, Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania

  Sumner High School, Sumner, Washington

  The Academy of Our Lady, Marrero, Louisiana

  United High School, Laredo, Texas

  W. L. Chenery Middle School, Belmont, Massachusetts

  Waukegan High School, Waukegan, Illinois

  West Brook Middle School, Paramus, New Jersey

  Wichita High School East, Wichita, Kansas

  Yorkville Elementary School, Union Grove, Wisconsin

  Visit www.MaximumRide.com for information about future contests.

  FEBRUARY 2012

  The final episode of

  the beloved blockbuster series

  is coming soon!

  ATTENTION, ALL MAX FANS!

  If you liked this ride, you’ll LOVE the newest series

  phenomenon from JAMES PATTERSON. . . .

  WITCH & WIZARD

  THE GIFT

  THE MAGIC IS EVERYWHERE.

  AVAILABLE NOW!

  Turn the page for a sneak preview.

  Whit

  HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED, to the best of my shattered ability to recall it.

  I do remember that I couldn’t have been more lost and alone as I wandered the streets of this gray, crowded, and forsaken city. Where is my sister? Where are the others from the Resistance? I kept thinking, or maybe muttering the words like some homeless madman.

  The New Order has already disfigured this once beautiful city beyond recognition. It seems like a decaying corpse swelling with mindless maggots. The suffocatingly low sky, the featureless buildings—even the faces of the nervously rushing people flooding around me—are as colorless and lifeless as the concrete under my feet.