A/N: Sister: Sissy let me go wild with my evil ways and said I could think of horror stories and we would each write one. AND I DID! This story I'm going to write is CRAZY! Not like my other random story, Brain Melting or whatever, not that you people read it anyways But I really want to make this story work. SO SHUT UP AND READ IT! GIVE IT A CHANCE!

Fang: Geez. Cut em' some slack. You're not exactly sane.

Sister: *evil laughter* You haven't seen anything yet. Well, when we uh, borrowed you, I think you saw a bit my 8th personality. YES MY 8TH, GOT A PROBLEM?

Fang: *shudders*

Sister: Oh yeah, I need to have a little chat with you guys.

Fang: Run, now.

Sister: *whacks with weasel* So, as most of my Sissy's viewers know, she had a contest for the best horror stories you can come up with. AND OUT OF 7000 VIEWERS SHE GOT 3! 3! ONLY 3! What is wrong with you people! 2 of them weren't even real horror stories! Next time we have a contest, you better give everything you got or I WILL find you, and I WILL hurt you with Mr. Spoon. UNDERSTAND? Oh yeah, and READ MY STORY(IES)! If you read my chapter, I'll tell you all of my personalities! :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing. James Patterson got there first.

Prologue

My head bursts open as it starts again. Hello, Maximum. I'm even closer today. In fact I'm watching you as I speak. You look so beautiful when you're flying. I hear the husky evil voice break into evil whitecoat laughter. This crazy, sick, stupid, evil person is going to die. When I get a hold of you, you idiot, I'm going to rip out your spine and beat you with it! Ah, it's too bad you'll be dead by then. Goodbye, Maximum. All the pressure on my head disappears. I do a full 360 and look around. Nothing. Screw you moron.

Chapter One:

Max POV:

My hand intertwined with Fang's as we walked to SuperFresh with the flock. Ella and Ian where out somewhere, doing something. Suddenly, I get the feeling of being watched. It's gone a second later. I shrug it off, probably nothing. Suddenly, I realize the kids, (Take that Iggy!) were gone. And so were 4 of the mini green carts at the entrance. (A/N: Sister: I don't know about you guys, but I've had some, uh, fun with those carts.) I groaned and looked at Fang. "Maybe another person with 4 kids is in there?" I hopefully said. "Doubt it." he grinned.

I sighed and walked through the sliding doors. I looked around, and sure enough, Iggy and Gazzy were in aisle 9, racing down it while grabbing as many bags of candy as possible, all while Gazzy is making perfect imitations of race car noises. I looked at Fang and said "I'll get the little kids; you look in the store for Angel and Nudge. Look anywhere that has clothes, makeup, dolls, stuffed animals, and/or magazines."

Fang turned and started looking. I turned around and stalked my way towards the morons. Iggy and Gazzy turned around and saw me. They slowly backed away then started sprinting. I growled in annoyance and ran after them. I caught Gazzy first and tied him to a shelf. Then I followed the sounds of a blind bird kid making his way through the unfamiliar store. I finally caught him, then went back and grabbed Gazzy. Dragging them to the front of the store, I saw Fang with the girls that were pushing carts loaded with junk. "I come into the store 5 SECONDS after you four, and find two of you racing and the other two shopping for unneeded stuff! Girls, you're off the hook. Put everything back. Little boys," I growled, "You are so on the hook. What if an old lady walked into the aisle and you two ran her over! We could've been sued! Everything back, now. We'll talk more at home." I reached in my pocket and took out the list. "I'm going to take everyone home, Fang, please get the groceries." I turned around and lead the flock towards home. All of a sudden, I get the watched feeling again, and this time, it comes with a HUGE amount of pressure on my head. It feels like my brain is ten times it's size.Why hello Maximum. Enjoying your stroll? I was confused, my Voice wasn't husky and evil sounding. Very good Max, now that you've realized I'm not who you thought I was, I have a message for you. Evil never dies. It gets stronger. So does the hatred. Enjoy your stroll. It's one of your last. With a huge throb of pain, I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, hearing the New Voice laugh. So familiar was my last thought before giving in to the blackness.

Fang POV:

I finally found the two girls in the makeup section, carts piled high with girly junk. I grabbed the carts and said "Come on, Max is already angry." They followed, Nudge talking full speed. "Is she really that mad, I mean we really didn't do anything…" I zoned out and continued walking. When we reached the front of the store I saw Max dragging Gazzy and Iggy to the front of the store. I'll spare you the lecture. I was handed the grocery list and was told to meet them at home. I was getting the bread when Angel's voice rang in my head. FANG! Max is hurt!

A/N: Sister: He he, cliffy! You like? I hope you do, cuz no matter how many people read this I'm going to continue. Oh yeah, and hate mail will be answered with vengeance. on a lighter note, as promised, my 8 personalities:

1. Physco (as in mean words and hitting)

2. Sweetheart

3. Serial Killer

4. Cuckoo for Coco Puffs

5. Mad Scientist

6. Unfeeling torturer

7. Comedian

8. Evil Mastermind

Fang: I've yet to see #2.

Sister: Don't go there. I will combine #s 1, 3, 5, 6 and 8. I will do it.

Fang: …Shutting up now.

Sister: Good. I will upload, usually very fast, faster if people like it and R&R! So R&R people! I made a huge batch of virtual cookies yesterday! (::) Yum, chocolate chip! R&R!