Agent # 21531555

A/N: Ok. I'm back. Ok. I own the plot of the story..I think. I'm pretty sure this is my original idea. Well except for the fact that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. My character's name comes from Maximum Ride. But instead of her name being Maximum Ride it's Maximium Ridella. Pathetic huh? Oh well, Maximium Lasel Ridella. That's her name, unless I can think of something not-so-stupid. Anyways, I think I said this before. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Key:

blah, blah, blah thinking/ Max's voice

blah, blah, blah voice inside Max's head

Chapter 1: Max

"Maximium Lasel Ridella?" the woman asked, picking the baby up and cradeling her in her arms. "Well, guess your parents had better things to do huh?" she said to the tiny, white bundle in her arms.

The baby had dark brown hair, and a lot of it, and chocolatey brown eyes, and milky white skin. "Well," the woman said, lookin up at the sign on the building. "Welcome to Amelia Island Adoption Center. My name's Isabel and you must be Max. Let's get you settled in."

Max gurgled and Isabel walked inside.

"Alright Brats! Get up! It's 5 in the morning, no time to mess around!" Max shot up and hit her head on the top bunk. She groaned and rolled out of bed. Max was forteen years old and Isabel was just a dream, now anyways. When Max was barely six weeks old she had been left on the doorstep of an orphanage. Isabel had been the greatest person in the world. She took care of Max and all the other kids until Max turned about nine, then Isabel went out for a couple of hours, she said she was going to visit an old friend at a restraunt in Yulee. She died in a car crash on the way back to the orphanage. Crushed by a semi carrying dairy poducts, Max wouldn't drink milk for a year. Now instead of Isabel, the orphans had a bitch named Ms. Hersons.

Max went to the trunk at the foot of her bunk and opened it. She pushed past her laptop, har CD player, her books, and a small paper bag filled with money her parents had sent her. There was exactly $5,000 in the bag. Max had a job across the srteet at the ice cream shop, and she used some of that money to ads to her bag, plus most of the five hundred her parents sent every other month. Max planned to run away from this stupid orphanage and never come back ever, ever, ever, ever ever. But for now, she just pulled out a black tank top and a pair of old Goodwill jeans and and her old boots and walked out to the kitchen to help the other girls with breakfast. Feeding forty five other kids isn't easy.

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"Where the hell have you been Max?" Ms. Herson hissed as Max walked in. It was six forty-five and Max just got off her shift at the ice cream shop. "I've been looking for you everywhee!"

Max snorted. "You know where I've been. Just across the street at the ice cream shop." There was a purring noise and Puss In Boots, a black cat that Max had found when she was six and Isabel had let her keep. walked up and curled herself around Max's feet.

"You stupid girl. just go and set the table. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Get out of my sight."

Max shrugged and left the room.

10:00 p.m.

Max pulled her backpack out from under the bed and opened the trunk at the foot of the bed. She pulled out her laptop and put it in the backpack, then her CDs and CD player, a hand gun(don't ask how she got it) , a pocket knife, a brush, then she crammed in her clothes and a couple of books. She pulled out the paper bag with the money in it and put it on a hidden inside pocket. Max took a rubberband and pulled up her hair, wich went halfway down her back, in a braid and put on the backpack, grabbed a flashlight and crawled out the two-story window.

Max dropped to the ground and held the flashlight close to her. God this is a stupid idea.

I thought it was a good idea.

What the fuck?

Watch your language, Max. Now, go down Center street and head to the intersection next to that one gas station, I think it's shell.

Where did you come from? Why should I listen to you, am I arguing with myself?

I am a voice in your head. You should listen to me if you know what's good for you, of do you not want to run away from that stupid arphanage? And no, you're not arguing with yourself because I'm not you, I'm a voice, not a person or a part of a person.

Max shrugged and headed toward the intersection by the Shell gas station. When she got there the voice came back.

Now, see that sewer lid? Godown into the sewer.

Are you crazy? I'm not going down there! The Sewer Alligator might be down there! You're insane!

Actuaaly, I'm quite sane, you just watch too many horror movies so Go. Down. There.

Fine.

Max turned on the flashlight and walked to the sewer lid. Thank God there were no cars around. Max lifted up the lid and let the flashlight shine down into the sewer. She could see a ladder on the side of the wall and she pushed the lid over slightly so she could get in. Max climbed down a little, then reached back up and closed the sewer lid. Max climbed down the ladder for what seemed like eternity when she felt her boots get wet.

Eeeew.

It's just a little sewer water, it won't kill you...as long as you don't drink it.

Knew I shouldn't have watched Cabin Fever.

No more horror movies for you.

That's one thing I can agree with.

Now walk staight down the tunnel until there's a fork. Then you turn left.

How do you know all this huh? What makes you so special?

I just know.

Max rolled her eyes and walked throught the sewer water. As Max got further in the water got deeper, until it finally got up to her waist. Then when she came to the fork, it was only up to her ankles. Max stopped and looked to the right, then to the left. She was about to turn left when she heard a voice (No not the one in her head) "Hey, who's there?"

"Shit." Max muttered. She pulled out her gun and looked behind her. Nothing.

"Answer or I'll shoot!" came the voice again. It sounded like a guy, unless this person was gay, or a really good voice immitator.

Max looked toward the Sewer. She turned left and ran. She was seriously aware of the splashing she was making, why did she run away to a sewer again? She could also here footsteps behind her they were gaining on her. It's a good thing that the sewer was dark or the guy chasing Max definitly would have shot at her. But it was dark, and Max had turned off her flashlight and she could see really well in the dark, it was the same way with her hearing. Suddenly a light came on above them and Max turned around and stopped when she realized it was completely pointless to run anymore.

Max was just a few feet away from some dude. He had purple dyed hair and was also carrying a gun and looked to be about sixteen. "What are you doing here?" he asked, pointing the gun at Max.

Max raised her gun as well. "What's it to ya? I ain't tellin you nothin'."

"Alright then." the boy said. He pulled the trigger on the gun and the bullet narrowly missed Max's left arm. Max narrowed her eyes at the boy and pointed her gun upward.

"Lights out, baby." she sneered pulling the trigger. The lights went out and Max turned to run, but she didn't make it ten feet before there was a gunshot and a horrible pain in her left shoulder.

"Lights out, baby." The boy said, walking up to her and injecting her arm with something, making her fall unconsious.

Max sat up. She was in a room on a stretcher with a table next to it with a needle, a pill, and a glass of water on it. The room was dimly lit up by a single lightbulb from the ceiling and there were a few backward turned rolly chairs. "Where am I" Max wondered aloud.

"You, my dear," came a voice from a rolly chair as it spun around, revealing a man in his forties, "are in an underground N.S.C. headquarters."

"Say wha?"

"National Spying Corporation." It was the guy from the sewers. "Sorry about your shoulder."

Max looked at her left shoulder and saw that it had been bandagedand it hurt to move it. "What do you want and where's my stuff?"

"Chill kid," the older dude said. "My name's Singer. Purple head is Markus. Now, you mmust be?"

"Max. Maximiun Lasel Ridella."

"Alright, Max," Singer said. "We need to know right now. Do you want in to N.S.C. or not? Yes or no, because if it's a yes we need to know now, if it's a no then we could use the Memory Modification Flash and you wouldn't even remember the first letter of my name."

Max looked down at her shoulder, then at Singer and Markus. "I'm in." she said desicively.

"Good choice," Singer said, throwing her her gun wich she caught easily. "Welcome to the N.S.C., Agent # 21531555."

A/N: Sooooo? How was it? Please R&R. All Flames are welcome. Review and me and Max will love you forever, just not in that way.