No, I will not start this with Hey Hey Hey. I refuse.

Nudge: Why? That was kinda cool, it was like a pattern, and I saw you start to type it and then backspace it. You shouldn't have, even though it's kinda funny when you yell at yourself, and people call me crazy.

Me: Nudge, somehow you are more insane then my friends, even Roger (who actually wants to be called that in real life, but her real name will not be displayed), and that takes talent.

Nudge: You're mean. Roger's weirder than I am! And, oh, what should I call all your friends! *Me and Nudge have a whispered conversation* And Willow, and LeShawna, but not weirder than Courtney or Grace, cause their so NORMAL.

Me: We're getting off topic. This is a Bookaholic71's contest PULL, and here you go.

Max POV

Nudge was getting annoying. We had to fly 887.3 miles to get to Montana according to the internet. We'd been out for 2 days, stopping only for food, the long rests we need, and once at a library for their internet access. Also according to the internet, it should take 1.58 hours to get there.

On a freaking plane! And a plane travels at 570 miles an hour. We travel at 50 miles an hour. Nudge looked up a bunch of math stuff that said if we fly 5 hours a day (which we do) in one day we'll go 250 miles. This math is boring; let me cut to the chase. It takes 4 days each way!

Enough of stupid boring math. Back to Nudge being annoying. Through 10 hours of flight so far, and like 40 eating and sleeping, she'd only shut up for about an hour! The chick even talks in her sleep.

I sound really mean, but it's the truth. More truth was I was in the middle of Provo Utah in some forest place cuddled up to a piece of white fleece and a stuffed cardinal and it was comforting really. It's almost like watching the whole Flock, except I can't hear Iggy mumbling about girls and bacon, or Total scampering around the cave because he's an insomniac.

The tree we were in was large. The branches were thick and held us easily. Nudge was folded in half, her head at weird angle. I listened into her mumblings, something I didn't usually do.

"Angel, who's that? No Angel, you shouldn't tell Max. She wouldn't like to know you had another stuffie." Nudge mumbled. Her dreams were very random. Also Nudge called stuffed animals stuffies, which was cute, but she was 13.

I just rolled my eyes and continued to watch the black night.

2 days later

We were above Montana, scanning the land below. We'd been doing this for ½ hour now. Nudge had stopped talking finally, hopefully realizing the depth of the situation.

Then we saw it. A big white building with a razor wire electric fence surrounding it, a large field with more razor wire with deadly winged Erasers, and a large parking lot full of fancy cars. The Montana School.

"It looks so scary." Nudge said unusually brief.

"Yeah." I breathed. So many memories came back of snapping Eraser jaws, just waiting to get a piece of misbehaving bird kid. I remembered getting out of the School, the first feeling of freedom. We were going to give that to someone.

"Let's dive down."

"Don't we have a plan?" Nudge shrieked.

"Yes." I said, my teeth gritted. "We go in, find someone to bust out, and get our butts out of there." I didn't have a plan. We were 'winging' it.

I swooped into a dive and Nudge followed.

"Ok, I have an actual plan." I turned to Nudge. "We go in through a window that leads into a room with cages; I'll find an experiment that is healthy enough. You see what people I take out and grab their files, remember how when we were there our papers were in front of us? Those papers." I said, as she nodded.

We dodged the fencing and starting looking into windows. I saw some pretty twisted things. Some defenseless infants with horrible deformities on hospital tables being operated on, baby erasers shredding a small child. It was horrible.

"This is horrible." Nudge whispered. "I think I see the window." She pointed to a small square window that showed a rectangular room lined with cages. We turned towards it, our wings angled just right. Nudge got to the window first and removed it carefully. To my surprise, no alarms went off. I saw an Eraser start around the corner and pushed Nudge in, following her immediately.

The room we were in didn't have very many people in it. There were only 5 occupied kennels. The first 2 were so small and sick I wanted to cry. But after them, the others seemed fine, except for their DNA mix.

One was a girl was maybe Gasman's age with tanned skin and amazing green eyes. Her dark hair was dirty and tangled. I saw bright red, blue, and green wings on her back, and small black scales around her eyes. She looked up at me pleadingly and I unlocked her cage. Nudge grabbed the files and the girl stepped out and started to open her mouth but I stopped her with my finger.

As we started to lead the girl out, 2 more people caught my eye. A boy and a girl, each about my age. Both were watching me intently. All I saw was that they could think, they could move, and they knew how. I bolted over to the boys cage and while I was prying off the lock, I got a better look at him.

He had shaggy black hair; so long it almost hid his very distinctive blue eyes. He was lean and muscled, large wings coming out of his back that I couldn't see clearly. When the lock came off and the door swung open, he didn't move, just watched as Nudge removed his papers.

Nudge scampered to the girl still in the cage. She fumbled with the lock until it was ripped off. For whatever insane reason, alarms started clanging at this. Red lights flashed. I grabbed her files and we ran for the window.

I boosted up Nudge, then the younger girl. The older two, the boy and girl we almost didn't save, ran up then. I boosted the girl out, but the boy climbed up himself. I quickly climbed the wall after them and took off.

Nudge was carrying the smaller girl, the one with scales around her eyes. But the others were flying strong, the girl had dainty white wings, long almost white hair, porcelain skin and deep green eyes. The boy had…bat wings.

Bat wings. That was new.

I heard snarling behind us. Without turning, I knew Erasers were on the ground. When I did turn, we were only about 50 feet up, and sure enough, evil wolf-men surrounded the window we'd taken off by.

Then they pulled out the guns. I mean real, actual, firing guns. A few bullets whizzed by my hair. I looked back to Nudge and the 3 we rescued. The girls looked frightened, the boy angry.

An Eraser with wings started flying up, unarmed. He was looking anxiously at the littler girl. I started towards him, hand raised in fists, until I heard the little girl yell.

"Trek! Don't hurt him, person, he's just coming with me. He likes me." She said sweetly.

"Cadisha, who are these people?" Trek said. Cadisha shrugged. Nudge looked offended.

More shots fired from below. The bat boy pushed the bird girl out of the way of a bullet. She smiled gratefully at him. I dodged a few of my own.

That was when the devastating shot was fired. It was like the world slowed down as the small black pellet zoomed too fast towards the girl in Nudge's arms. I was too far to push her out of the way, and so were the others. But Trek had other ideas. He threw himself in front of the little capsule. I didn't want to see it, but my eyes wouldn't look away. He stayed in the air as what started out as a speck turned into a blossoming of blood. His hands clutched at his ribcage. The blood covered his white shirt, staining his meaty hands.

Cadisha screamed. She wriggled in Nudge's grasp. Trek's wings stopped flapping and he fell down into the mob. If it was possible for Cadisha to scream louder, she did.

"We have to move!" I shouted. It was true. Nudge turned against the struggling girl in her arms and sped off. The other kids followed her. I started after them. Erasers shouted, Cadisha screamed, and I couldn't help but feel terrible.

Later that day

"So what do our files say, exactly?" Ethan asked stubbornly. He'd been asking that for a while now.

""Calm down, Ethan." Isabelle said soothingly. I should probably explain.

Isabelle and Ethan were the boy and girl from the School, they'd grown up together. I had been reading through Ethan's files, Nudge was going through Isabelle's.

"I'll read it directly." I said irritably. "Experiment number B21, answers to Ethan. Birth date-March 25, 1994. 2% vampire bat 98% human. Age 16. Special abilities include great power of flight and echolocation. Handicap: Near-sighted. Incisor teeth pointed slightly. Injured 2 scientists in all during testings. Injured 47 Erasers in all during testing and through cage bars. Daily testing-` hour in wind tunnel. Other testing as needed. Diet- 1 medium rare hamburger and ½ cup of water a day. History-DNA inserted before birth. Parents though him dead. 1 older sister, unknown. Introduced to Experiment ASP16 at age 8. Expiration date-February 14 2015."

The words were oddly simple. Ethan's jaw tightened. "That's it?" He said sharply.

"No, there's more over here in my invisible tree drawer." I said sarcastically, gesturing to a random tree branch. He scowled.

"Isabelle, you wanna hear yours? Cause I want to red it, even if it's not the nicest thing in the world." Nudge asked bouncily.

"I already know where I came from." Isabelle said sadly. I was confused.

"What do you mean? Whitecoats don't tell you where you're from." I said skeptically. Isabelle looked sadder.

"Belle, you don't have to tell them." Ethan said cautiously.

"I should though." She said sweetly. Isabelle took a deep breath. "When I was born, I was normal. I was normal up until I was 9. Up until then, it was just me, my mom, and my dad. We didn't have a lot of money, but I loved them. Then one night these wolf men came and took me away. My parents didn't even wake up. When I came here they put me in a cage surrounded by scientists. I was terrified. But then they put me next to Ethan, and I learned what they did here. Soon they brought me into surgery, and I came back like this." She stretched her angelic wings. "I'm really valuable."

I couldn't say anything to that. Instead, I saw Ethan's death glare at me. He looked like he was ready to kill me.

"Cadisha, are you okay?" I heard Nudge ask. I looked away from Ethan's glare and to the 10 year old. Earlier we'd glanced at her files and she snatched them and took them to a different branch to read, as though she was embarrassed. She must've found something. Because crying doesn't usually mean okay.

There it t'was.

Nudge: T'was is a funny word. But your chapter wasn't funny! Why can't you write happy stuff?

Me: I might actually write a happy oneshot soon.

Nudge: But it'll end with someone dying as usual, because when you're away from Willow, Roger, Grace, Courtney, and LeShawna you're pretty much doom and gloom, unless you like me that day, which most days you don't, but when you do we get candy!

Me: Nudge, shut up. Anyway. Ethan and Isabelle are property of raven in midnight, and Cadisha is property of my beta, who changed her screen name to something long and hard to say, let me look it up quick. Cadisha Rhaksha Ora Caden. There you go.

Flying out.

P.S. I don't own Maximum Ride.