A/N: Sorry to anyone if this is similar to their own story. REALLY sorry. It's just too tempting to resist, though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Claimer: I do own this... I think.

A bright light was flashing in my eyes.

"Max, five more minutes please?" I moaned, covering my face with my hands.

I heard a laugh in reply.

That was NOT Max's laugh.

I sat bolt upright looking around, trying to find the camp I had just been at merely a few hours ago.

And found myself duck-taped to a desk chair, with an old looking computer in front of me, opened to e-mail.

"Who's there?" I called, trying to be brave like Max.

That laugh again.

Then behind me I heard someone standing up.

I struggled against the duck-tape, expecting any minute to be surrounded by Flyboys or Omega.

Then I saw her.

A girl with light brown hair, pale skin, golden eyes, wearing a t-shirt that said, "COME CLOSER- not that close!" and ripped jeans.

I noticed she was barefoot.

The windows were open, I realized, and the computer screen read it was only 3 in the morning.

I wondered what the light had been.

Then I noticed the flashlight.

Of course.

There was one more thing I noticed about the girl- she had short hair, like Max's when it first got cut back in New York.

"Welcome, Gasman." she said, her voice hypnotizing.

"Who are you." I said, trying to ignore the glow from her golden eyes... those beautiful, golden eyes...

Ew! Was I sick? This was a GIRL we were talking about! Sure, I'm 12 now... but that doesn't change anything.

"I'm your worst nightmare." she continued in her melodic voice.

"Who are you?" I repeated, almost falling into her spell.

She sighed.

"I was hoping you'd take that as an answer. Okay, I'm Maxine. And before you accuse me of being with the School, I have to say that I didn't kidnap you, Shane did. But I've got a job for you." she said, the hypnosis wearing thinner, but still blatantly obvious.

"So... what job?" I said, not really caring anymore that I wasn't with the Flock... this girl had some serious power.

"Well..." she turned and faced some camera I hadn't noticed before.

"You are going to answer the questions of my faithful readers. Every night. Same time, same place. People just send questions to reneedecker(at)hotmail(dot)com and you answer them." she finished.

"Okay...?" I answered.

The next thing I knew, I was back with the Flock.

A/N: The whole ReneeDecker thing is a fake name... I picked it by meaning.

I make up a lot of fake names. EmeraldCharlotte, Trajet D'ete...

More faithful readers may have noticed.

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