I wrote the beginning of this a while ago, and finished it a bit later. Feel free to comment, but keep in mind that I'm new to fanfiction...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. They belong to the genius mind of James Patterson.
CLAIMER: This is my plot, however, even if it is predictable and rushed.
So, without further ado, let the fiction start...
So, I finally admited that I'm not invincible. The proof was right in front of me, after all.
Currently, I was in an Itex building. Where? I did not know. When? I did also not know.
At this moment, all that I was sure of was that Angel, Nudge, and I were trapped in a pretty-bad place.
We had been captured together, a couple of weeks ago, on the way back from getting some food for the guys.
The erasers...well, I mean the eraser's replacements, had come quickly and quietly, and in only a few moments I had been knocked out cold.
When I came to, I was in a cage, in this horrible facility.
I had been placed on a white-lab chair, held together with strong metal tabs. There was no way that I could break them, which of course, was the point.
I growled, thinking of the past couple of days, but stopped when a man entered my room.
Oh, joy.
It was Jeb…
He raised a hand in greeting, and I spat at him. He clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"Maximum," Jeb said with a sad smile. "Couldn't you show some sign of greeting? Or have you forgotten me altogether…"
I resisted the urge to growl.
I was strapped to a freaking chair. What was I supposed to do, grin at the guy?
"Now, could you look directly at this, Max?" My former father-figure said calmly, holding up a small, almost flash light like instrument.
As expected I immediately looked 'directly' away.
"What? Like Men in Black?" I chortled, noting that Jeb was wearing sunglasses. "Just one look and 'bam' I forget everything? Nice, try, but I don't think that's going to work on me…"
From the corner of my eye I saw him give a sad smile.
"Must you be constantly sarcastic, Maximum, dear? In the end you know that you will have to obey us."
I sighed. His whole sentence annoyed me, especailly when he called me 'dear'.
"Uh, no..." I answered stiffly. "I've never obeyed you, and you know I never will. So, Jeb dahhling, why don't you just take your 'sage-like' advice and stick it up your--"
"Maximum!"
I looked up at him and snarled, hoping he got the point. I was never going to give in. I was never going to give up. I would get free. And then I would find Angel and Nudge and free them as well. And then all of us would fly off and reunite with the others, as simple as that.
But I guess my luck had run out, because just as I turned around, Jeb pressed the button on his device.
And my mind, which had been churning and full of escape plans, went blank. Instead of thoughts, it was filled with colors. Rainbows of colors, and dots, and stripes. It was like a quilt being sewn inside my head.
Then it started.
The thing I had been so sarcastic about was coming true. I was forgetting my life memory by memory.
My mind started to hurt. A massive headache, even worse than the ones I had when the voice had first shown up. I felt like I was going to die then and there, and of that fact I was happy. I just wanted the pain to end. I just want the pain to go away…
The last thing I heard was Jeb's sorry sigh.
"You could have been happy, Maximum. But you just couldn't compromise, could you? But don't worry. I'll make sure your fate is different in your second life. It's the least I can do, my daughter…"