A/N: HELLO MY LITTLE RAINBOWS AND GUMDROPS! The story contains Figgy, NO FAX! GET OVER IT! Cough cough, ooooookay the Figgyness comes later, but this chapter's like the "opener". I'm just going to say this is my first story not counting my OTHER first story, because that one was a mess. Not a hot mess, I literally mean a crap flying everywhere mess. It's crap, doesn't count. So review and ENJOY!
After six hours of flying over the pacific, the flock tiredly descended into Arizona on Max's orders. They had not been to see Dr. Martinez in almost a year now, and since it was nearing Thanksgiving they felt it was only fitting to bless her with their presence.
"Try to be quiet." Max whispered, as the flock crept closer to the sleeping house. It was one in the morning and Max felt it would be rude to awaken her half sister and mother with obnoxiously loud footsteps and chatter the flock was so prone to.
Max twisted the door knob, but the door did not open. She tried again, this time slamming her full weight against the door with a loud thud. The door remained closed.
"Its locked!" Max whispered exasperated. Why did her mom lock the door? What a stupid thing to do! Hell! She was Maximum Ride, and her own mother was trying to keep her out of the house! Max huffed and made a sudden spring at the long window that ran the height of the door. It shattered, every piece of glass hitting the floor with an extra eruption of noise.
"Max!" Nudge shouted, her hand was on the door knob of the now open door. Max stared wide eyed at Nudge. "How did you do that?" She screeched.
Nudge shrugged, "you were turning it the wrong way." Before Max could respond, a loud thudding could be heard as someone came down the stairs. Dr. Martinez was soon visible at the end of the stair case, machine gun in hand.
"Shit." Was all Max said before Dr, Martinez started firing rapidly at them. "You no good lousy hooligans!" She grunted, as the entire flock took cover behind Angel. "Mom! Stop shooting! Its us!" Max struggled to be heard over the continuous bang of gun fire. But eventually Dr. Martinez lowered her weapon, a little too reluctantly Max couldn't help but notice. "Not much of a difference anyway." Dr. M. grumbled, motioning them to follow her into the kitchen. They followed silently, stepping out from behind the terrified and slightly bloody Angel.
After eating some stale bread kindly provided by Dr. Martinez, the question Max had been hoping would not be asked, was. "So what happened to my window?" Dr. M asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
Damn! What was she supposed to do? Make up some random excuse involving forks and Obama? No, she would tell her mom something even more crazy, so crazy it might just work. After an intense five minutes of stare downs between her, her mom, and the rest of the flock, Max stood suddenly. "IGGY DID IT!" She yelled pointing at Iggy.
Dr. Martinez stood up and launched herself at Iggy screaming, "YOU SHIT! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" She began hitting him with the nearest weapon she could find, which happened to be a baseball bat. Iggy struggled to push off his attacker, but it was no use. There was no way of overpowering a pissed women going through menopause.
Max gestured for the flock to leave the room after her, only saying one thing in an attempt to help Iggy. "Try not to kill him, Mom." Her mother replied with a grunt, Max imagined that that meant okay.
A/N: Just in case you somehow forgot my last author's note in this very short chapter, I wanted to remind you to REVIEW! Plus I'm sorry that the chapter was so short, but look on the bright side! At least there is less of a chance to forget my other author's note in such a short read! So technically you should be flattered I'm thinking of you instead of writing greedy amounts.