Hey. I don't think I have many fans on this site. I have a couple people read and review my others stories, one of which has taken a long thing of writers block: sorry bout that. So um anyways. This is a new Max story. With a twist. Everyone is human, mostly. And I'm guessing you read the summary before you clicked this so you know what it's about. Hope you enjoy, RnR.
-Lil Q
Home is where the heart is.
Prologue:
I was screaming my head off. In my head at least. The scary men in the white jackets put a needle into me so I couldn't move. Where was my Daddy?
I felt them slice into my back again and again. It hurt so bad. Why were they doing this?
Then the knives stopped. The pain was still there, but slightly different. The cuts still stung but there was something else, like someone was stretching my skin.
That was when my back exploded. It felt like when I broke my arm falling off the swings, except a thousand times worse. Then I realized my bones weren't breaking, they were growing. Out of my back?
My skin was stretching I felt wierd things pop out of the extra skin on my back. And the pain was gone. I had completely healed.
The two white-coat men looked at me with greedy eyes, then all of a sudden one of the was knocked over with a big thump and the other went to see what happened when I saw a dart hit his neck, and he collapsed too.
I felt comforting arms pick me up and I looked up to see my Daddy.
"Oh, Max..." he whispered with tears in his eyes.
That's when I found my voice "Daddy, it hurt." I whimpered and he held me close.
"I know, sweetie, I know. But don't worry; I'm getting you out of here."