A/N: I know I said it was a oneshot, but it made me think. So now, this will be a series of oneshots (none of them have anything to do with each other) about why we don’t know if Fang has a power or not. Really, it’s just my conspiracy theories about it all. XD

Now, I do like Max. But her intro does seem kinda big-headed. And so similar in each book. I mean, really! She never said anything about Fang’s “non-existent” power.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or anything else you might recognize. If I did own MR, Fang would be strip dancing every other chapter.

Claimer: I do own everything else.

What Power?

(Max’s POV)

I am Maximum Ride. Welcome to my hell.

See, me and my Flock–Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel–aren’t exactly normal. For the first part of our lives, we grew up in a science lab.

Yes, you read it right. We lived in a lab. Because we’re not all human. Only 98 percent, to be correct. The other two percent? Well, we’re avian.

Let me back up and introduce us. Iggy is 14 (like me) and blind. He’s fabulous at bombs and can tell people apart by feeling their fingertips. Nudge, who’s 11, can touch something and feel vibrations of what was there before. Gazzy, 8, has the incredible ability to mimic any voice he hears. Angel, 6, can breath underwater, read minds, and control people. Fang, 14, can...

What can he do? In all my past three books, I never even took the time to realize he has no power. Huh.

Some call that big-headed of me, I say it’s just an “oops” moment.

“Hey, Fang?” I got a grunt in response. “Don’t you have a power?”

“Oh, wow! Self-absorbed Max finally noticed I don’t read minds or something like that! I’m so honored.”

“Cut the crap, Fang. Do you or don’t you have a power?”

“I’ll tell you when we land.”

Well, fine then. If he wants to play stubborn... I angled to the ground, knowing the others had no choice but to follow me.

“What’s goin’ on, Max? We just stopped a couple of hours ago? Do you need a potty break?!”

“No, Nudge. I just need to talk to Fang. Iggy, you’re in charge till we get back.”

I’m sure he made some comment about us not being able to repress our “so obvious” lust that we just have to go in the bushes now.

But I, of course, ignored him. Just like I always do.

I stopped walking, leaning back against some tree. “Talk,” I ordered him.

“I do have a power, Max.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?!” Okay, so I was a little ticked. You would be too. God knows how long he’s hidden it from us.

“No one asked.” And there was that stupid, adorably hot smirk of his! Manages to piss you off so much and make you melt all at the same time.

“Then what is it?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Duh!” This boy just really wanted to make me mad.

“Well...,” he stalled. Long pause. “I... have the extreme ability to be silent.”

My jaw dropped. “You have got to be kidding. That’s it?”

Ooh, that got me in trouble with him. Haha! “Yes. That’s it. But really. I rock! The silence thing? Hey, it works to our advantage in sticky situations. That, and it really comes in handy when I want to annoy you guys.” He laughed.

So that was it. That was all the infamous Fang had to offer.

Being quiet and dressing in black.

What is wrong with the Mutant-Power-Giver these days?

Everything, that’s what I say.

(Fang’s POV)

Ha!

Hahaha!

One more time: Ha!

Max is so gullible.

You see, I’m forced to keep my power a secret, for it is the best out of them all.

I... Wait. I need a drum roll. Where is my drum roll?! Okay. There it is.

I...

Can...

Transform...

Into...

A FLYING BIRD KID!

No, not like Max and the others, but, I can, like, be, like, really cool and stealthy while doing it.

What? Were you expecting me to be able to turn into a shadow or something? Pfft. Tough luck, kid.

A/N: There you have it. Fang has a non-power. :D

But don’t tell him that. He thinks it's the best. -Eye roll-

I’ll write another chapter soon-ish.

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