Disclaimer: I decided to do a new sort of fan fic…hopefully it'll go well. Some of the phone threats are based off of a movie I saw in school that really freaked me out, and has stuck with me for a while. Rated for disturbing themes and death threats. But other than that…

Stalker

Maximum Ride walked along the crowded sidewalks of New York City. All around her people with all backgrounds walked too, but didn't pay her any attention. They all had a meeting, or a bus to catch, or a job to go to. Each person was paying attention to their own life, and Max enjoyed that.

She marveled at the enormous buildings on either side of her. Max hadn't been in New York for quite some time, and had forgotten just how big it really was. But Max wasn't thinking about that at the moment. A pair of sunglasses caught her eye in a store window on 5th Avenue, and she had stopped to admire them.

"HEY! Watch it!" she yelled as someone bumped into her. Jeez! She thought to herself. These New Yorkers have no manners. Taking heed of the situation, she pulled the darkly colored messenger bag closer to her, and stepped into a nearby Starbucks coffee shop to get a drink.

"Here's your frapachino!" smiled the cashier as she handed the drink to Max.

"Thanks." She paid for her drink, and sat down in a secluded booth towards the back of the café. Just as she was about to sip on the straw, her cell phone vibrated, signaling that she had received a text message.

"I bet its Angel using Fang's phone again." Said Max while rolling her eyes. Angel has recently acquired the talent of stealing Fang's phone and texting people. Angel had been unusually apprehensive this morning when Max left for the city. She had been worried about something…

Max opened her razor phone. It chimed cheerfully out loud.

"You have received one text message from an anonymous contact."

"Huh. That's strange. Angel doesn't send anonymous messages" Max whispered to herself.She opened the message, and immediately her blood chilled.

I'm watching you.

What!? Who sent this!? It couldn't have been Angel or Fang, they're not that crazy. It couldn't be Iggy. Heck, he couldn't see! Nudge was too hyper. Who was sending this? Max looked around the café to see if anyone in here could be sending it. No one was on their cell phone. Well, that eliminated one possibility. But then another question popped into her head. How did someone get my number? Soon another message appeared on her screen.

I know where you are.

Max was scared now. Who was doing this? What was going on? She quickly stood up and ran out of the store, abandoning her barely touched frapachino.

"You have received one text message from an anonymous contact."Her phone chimed merrily, again. Flipping open her screen, she read another message.

I'm following you.

Almost simultaneously another message popped on the screen.

You can't hide.

Max's heart was beating amazingly fast.

"I need to get to the train!" she whispered sacredly to herself. "I need to get away from here!" She got to the station, bought a ticket, and hopped on the train. A few minutes later after fighting through crowds, Max collapsed into a compartment panting and gasping for breath. She had run three blocks, and now she was safe.

Or, at least, she thought she was. Until her phone spoke once again.

"You have received a text message from an anonymous contact."

I'm watching your every move.

"But how is that possible?" she asked herself madly. "I bet this person isn't even on the train!" another message appeared.

Oh yes I am.

"Oh. My. God." Max was terrified. She was beyond terrified. The train stopped at her exit, and Max ran out, not caring if she was pushing people out of her way. Another message appeared on her screen.

I'm going to kill you.

Max screamed silently, and burst through the door of the Flock's home.

"Is anyone here?" she yelled, "Fang? Iggy? It's Max. Is anybody here? Please! Help me!" but then she remembered. They had all gone out to see a movie.

"Oh god." Max whimpered to herself. "Now I'm here all alone." She sprinted up the staircase and burst into her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. She closed the window screens and turned on her computer, opening up a chat room.

"Maybe I could contact Fang through the computer." She thought to herself, typing Fang a message frantically. Then a thought dawned on her. Why didn't she just turn the phone off? "Why didn't I think of that before?". Max turned off her phone and threw it onto the bed.

"There." She sighed, "My problems are over." Then her computer beeped. She had received a message on the chat room.

"Thank GOD!" she yelled, "Fang responded." But when she looked at the screen, she realized with horror that it wasn't Fang.

I'm in the basement and I'm coming up to kill you now.