A/N: Yo. It's me. So, second Max. Ride fanfic. The other one well, flushhhhhhh (sound of toilet. And my story, being flushed down it.) AKA, it stunk. So round two, yes? Enjoy!(: p.s. R E V I E W. it makes me smile. :D
Disclaimer: I [currently] do NOT own Maximum Ride. Maybe in a couple years when I'm a bajillionair.
A/N P.S.: This story takes place in our beloved Max's POV.
Scenario- You're in New York City and your flock of 6- Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and yourself, plus your mutant talking dog, Total, are sleeping in a tree. Well, obviously I'm not sleeping, because I'm on watch. Anyways, your family (no biological relativeness, except for Gazzy and Angel) who in fact are 98% human, 2% bird (just catching you up) are all tucked away on their cozy little braches when you hear a sudden rustling in the woods. What would you do? Well, I would prance right over there to see what's going on. That's just me though.
I walked over to where the noise came from, 110% ready to smash my uber-powerful fist into the face of whoever thinks they can just waltz right up on a family of sleeping bird kids.
Us bird kids, are incredibly strong and powerful, much more than any human man, due to the fact that our genetics have been messed with by wacky scientists. But, even though we may be pretty much superheroes, one almost-human bird girl versus I'd say, 3 burly males obviously up to no good equals a not so good turnout for me. Birdgirl, 0, kidnappers, 1.
A hand covered my mouth ever-so tightly, and although I yelled at the top of my lungs, that dumb hand made all my desperate sound waves wilter away like flowers in negative degree weather. More arms reached out and grabbed me, tying my arms and legs together, making me unable to move. I must say, I put up one heck of a fight, though! Despite my kicking and flailing, I ended up bruised, tired, and in the back of a truck. I mean like, a Fedex truck. Not just some normal pickup.
Let's get serious.
Every bump on the road made me wince, and I still hadn't come to the realization that I, Maximum Ride, had been kidnapped in the middle of the night.
Of course, talking to myself like this instantly struck up that realization. And that's when I got my second wind.
I rolled around the back of the truck until I found the back latch of the doors, and I proceeded to cut my wrist ties of by sawing at them with it. After that, I ripped the duct tape off my mouth and untied my feet. Just then, the truck came to a stop. I figured it had been what, 30 minutes? Not long at all.
I went through the plan in my head. The doors would swing open, and I would jump out, unfurl my glorious wings and get the fudge out of there.
Should've thought of that earlier, Max.
Thanks, Voice. Next time how about you warn me before I get kidnapped by large men? I thought back. Yup, I have a Voice. In my head. And he's pretty damn bossy if I do say so myself.
Just then, the doors swung wide open and my plan was in action. I leaped out and snapped out my 13-foot span wings, then pulled them in just as quick, electricity coursing through my body. While I lay there pretty much getting fried, all I thought was, who the hell put an electric fence there? So that brings the score to Max: 0, kidnappers, 2. Great.
A sharp pain suddenly rose in my arm, and I attempted to lift myself to see what was going on, only to lay it back down when it started throbbing. And just like that, I got real sleepy and dizzy, and BAM. I was out.
-Dream-
Fang ran up and tackled me onto the soft, warm sand. He smiled one of those rare Fang smiles that I got the privilege to see so oftenly. He wrapped his muscular arm around me and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second of our moment. He pulled back, leaving me smiling giddily to myself, until I saw his expression, which was full of pain, shock, fear, and confusion. I looked down and saw him clutching his side, his hand dripping with blood.
"Fang?" I asked, worried. "Fang, what happened?" I continued, panicking. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, then rolled over onto the sand. His eyes slowly closed, his hand limp in mine.
I jolted awake, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the bright lighting of the room. Once I was able to fully open them, I sat up very carefully, not sure of how healthy I was feeling at the moment. I looked around. The white-washed room had a big double door, and one big window on the left wall. I was sitting on a hospital bed, and next to me was a monitor displaying my heart rate, blood pressure, ect. I followed a thin tube down to my arm, where the iv was poked under my skin. I tore it out, wincing slightly. Just then, a short, bald man walked in and approached me.
"Bad idea." I snarled. "You might want to rethink coming any closer to me."
The bald man stopped in place, then shifted. I contently huffed to myself, then hopped up off the bed.
"Now tell me," I continued. "Where am I, and what are you planning on doing to me?" The bald man's eyes widened as I spoke.
"Hola!" I tried again. Nothing. I peered closely at the man's nametag, which said in bold letters "Hi! I'm Jon!" I snickered. "Well, Jon. I'm out." I pronounced, and with that, I snapped my wings out and attempted to smash out the one window. Key word, attempted. Because when I hit that window, I just bounced right back and landed right on my butt. I heard a short giggle from behind me, and turned around.
"Nice try." I heard, but this time the voice came from outside the double door. The doors were slowly pushed open, and a tall, dark, yet not handsome man walked in. "Max, Max, Max. What are we going to do with you?" he asked, rhetorically. Well guess what, rhetorical questions don't fly for me.
"You're gonna let me out of here, that's what." I said, and he simply rolled his dark eyes. I snarled.
"Not quite. You see, Maximum, we are very interested in you. You're exactly what we're looking for."
"Well, big boy, I hate to tell you this but typically in relationships, the other person has to be interested too. And I'm not. So, let's cut to the chance. This ain't gonna work out. I'm gonna go home, and you're gonna make a nice little account on some dating site. Find someone there. Here's a hint though- don't be yourself. You won't get far."
He huffed with frustration. "If you don't cooperate, you're going to find yourself in a very bad place." He threatened, accompanied by my laugh. His face turned even more red than it already was, and he turned around, facing Jon. He grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.
So there I was, all by myself in this too-bright room, with nothing to do.
Computer to your immediate left. As usual, I listened to the Voice and turned around, seeing a slim laptop sitting on a desk. A grabbed it and flipped it open, automatically turning it on.
Just to make my day worse, it asked for a password. Too bad Nudge wasn't here, her and her hacking superpowers.
Look up. The Voice said, and I raised my eyes, them landing on a particular sheet of paper in front of me. I got up and walked over to the sheet, carefully picking it up. It had to have over a thousand words on it. Crap. I closed my eyes and concentrated, and when I opened them, there was only one word on that sheet. Cheap magic trick, I think not. I blinked and once again, the sheet was flooded with words. I closed my eyes one more time, and again, one word.
Abstergo.
I practically ran over to the computer, giddy with excitement over my possible password- finding skills. I typed it in, and bingo. I was in.
The wallpaper-an icon with the word again- Abstergo, surrounded by a blue circle. Possibly the company's name. I looked around on the desktop, and found an icon labled "HQ layout". Now I'm no genius, but I'm pretty sure maps help people find their way around places. So hey, why not.
I double-clicked the icon and a map of the place popped up. I found the room most like this one, and looked closely. A small square on the floor was boxed with a dotted line. I set the laptop aside, and walked over to the part where that square was. What do you know, a nice little trap door. I pulled up the top, and right in time, hopped down it as I heard big footsteps coming down the hall.
"Buh-bye." I whispered with a nod, and closed the top over me. I heard the doors open, and Big Boy gasped as I was gone.
"You let her escape." He said, probably to Jon. "How." He snapped.
I could just imagine Jon shaking in his boots, shaking his head.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know." He quivered. This pathetic excuse was followed by a loud crash, and the slamming of two large doors.
Around me it was all pitch black darkness. Not a problem though, seeing as the flock could see almost perfectly in the dark. Well, except for Iggy. But he doesn't count because he's blind. But anyways.
I climbed my way down a short ladder and hopped onto the ground. In front of me was a long tunnel, which seemed to lead nowhere. It was either long, scary tunnel, or back up to a series of unfortunate events.
Long tunnel, Max.
No freaking duh, Voice. I rolled my eyes, and started down the tunnel.
20 minutes later, there I was, at the end of my long walk, and where was I? Oh, just a pleasant fork in the tunnel. Except, not four passages, but two. Not too shabby.
"This is where you come in, Voice." I hinted out loud. Of course, it only spoke up when I didn't want it to.
"Who the hell are you talking to?" a rough voice asked, alertness in their voice.
I looked around, not seeing the source anywhere, until a young boy, who I swear to God, looked JUST like Fang. Except, not Fang. Bummer.
"Myself." I answered abruptly.
"That's not a good habit to get into. Your parents might send you to a sycho hospital." He snickered, coming closer.
I laughed. "Right. If that were possible." I answered.
Finally I could clearly see every aspect of faux-Fang's face, and he wore a look of confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Oh.. you're on the run!" he said, smiling. "Me too!"
Well, he wasn't wrong. I was on the run, just from more wacky scientists. Not parents.
The boy stuck out his hand. "I'm Nate."
I carefully stuck my own hand out and shook his. "Max."
"You hungry?" he asked, and I just stood there. I was, but he was a stranger. Strangers equal danger, danger equals bad.
You can trust him, Max.
Normally, I would whip out my wings and book out of there, but I trusted my Voice. And let's face it, I could've eaten a cow right then and there. Literally.
I nodded my head and sat down next to him on the ground. He pulled out two PB&J's, two juice pouches, and two bags of chips.
I snickered. "It's like you knew you would meet me!"
"Maybe I did." He answered, looking up at me with a smile. And for some reason, I couldn't help but feel completely relaxed and taken in by him. I felt.. almost at home..