A/N I DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE. PLEASE REVIEW

It was dark. No not dark...black. Black like my master's soul. Black like my soul.

My whole body felt it was on fire. I just wanted to die. End my fifteen years of pain and agony. My name is Fang , I'm fifteen and like I've stated before my life is nothing but pain, agony, suffering, abuse, and more pain. My mother abondoned me soon after I was born and my father abused me. Then he sold me into slavery at seven were my master bought me .

He abused me even more then my father. Sometimes I'd go for days with out food and water. I'd have to beg for it and take the beating that came with it. I remember the crack of the whip. Crack after crack. Pain and pain. Which is what led me here, my master's celler.

I was fading in and out but I heard master talking to somebody else and caught some words like: city, price, sold.

It wasn't hard to put to and two together. Master was going to sell me. I was roughly yanked to my feet by my hair.

"I'm going to miss you" Master said. His mouth twisted upward in to a warped smile. He let me go and I slumped to the floor.

"Get up" He shouted kicking me in the gut. I stood up ignoring the percing pain that ravanged my body. My body kept wanting to shut down, but forced my body to press on.

At the top of the stairs I moved to the side and let master go in front of me. I walked three steps behind him, my head bowed submissivly, like a good slave. He didn't bother tieing me up because we both knew I was to tired and malnutritioned to do anything like escape or run.

I stepped outside and for a briefs momment I felt the sun's heat on me before collapsing from exhaustion. I heard maaster utter a single word that described me perfectly "worthless"

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"Come on Max" I beckoned. She followed me through the crowded streets. Her hood up. She's the princess and she's like a big deal. Thankfully she's not the least bit stuck up. Her dad and my dad are best friends since childhood so we were bounded to be at least acquintences, even though she's two years older then me, but coincidencidently we were both named Max (FYI she's a girl and I'm a boy). We first met each other when the King appointed Dad his right hand man or something. I was five and she was seven and as soon as we saw each other we were best friends. Joined at the hip.

"Why do I let you talk me into these things." She asked

"This was your idea" I countered.

She growled " I hate you" She said

"No you don't I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you" I said avoiding a cart.

"That is..." She started to say "So true" She said quietly. I smirked mentally.

"Why are we doing this again"

"We're shopping for your birthday present. Your turning sixteen in a week" I explained to her. I saw her bite her lower lip. She's very claustrophobic. Can't stand large crowds or semi large crowds.

I moved next to her and gave her a hug. We pulled away. I saw a large sign that read Slave Trade. I smiled. I ran into the open market.

Max shivered. Slavery was a touchy subject for her. She had a simple conversation with a slave, her dad found out, he still walks with a limp.

The slaves were unrully, dirty, and had no life in there eyes. Most of the slaves were young males.

"Please can we go now" Max begged. I nodded and began to turn around up felt Max gasp. She was looking at a slave with dark hair and dark eyes. He wore pair of baggy brown shorts and no shirt on. Multiple scars, bruises, and wounds decorated his pale skin.

I saw the way Max looked at him and for the milisecond there gazes meet Iknew they were ment for each other, even if they didn't know it and I'm always right. Most of the time. I think I know what to get Max for her sweet sixteen. And it will be very, very sweet.

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