Hey girls and boys! This is my second chapter on this story! I am so excited to get started, but I have to say a few things first. Firstly, I want to say thank you to my first two reviewers, Limegreen124, and Potterheaded-mockingjay-fly-on, you guys made my day! Thank you again! I have to admit, when I went on my reviews, and I saw the little thing that said two reviews, I squealed with glee! I was like
"Woo! Yeah, two reviews two reviews, yeah, yeah, YES!"
Now I am smiling because of it! So thank you.
I am updating so quickly, and that is because I am sick at home. Yep, this sickie has some time on her hands! But the problem is that I feel like crap. So it is now time for me to cough.
*Cough, cough!*
I am back! Alright, enough with this. Let us read and review!
M-a-x-i-m-u-m- RIDE!
Maxpov
The new baby was getting along well. We decided to name him Iggy, because his experiment name was 1-2-hg-7-3-kle-iggison. Iggison was not cool and extremely not fun to say, so we decided on Iggy! So far I had two baby brothers. Fang and I could speak English fluently and all Iggy could say was "Sucky". To Fang and I, it was so funny that we kind of made fun of him/ messed with him. For example, I would say,
"Iggy, how is life?"
and he would reply, "Sucky."!
Fang would say something like,
"Hey Iggy, how are the White Coats' relationship statuses?" and Iggy would say
"Sucky."
It brought us happiness during such a dark time. We were whipped, and hit, and punched, and bruised every day, so at the end of the day, it was extremely nice to collapse into fits of laughter.
It turned out that Iggy was very good at flying. We watched him do flips and spirals in the air, at the age of five months! We copied his tricks, and became better at them, better than he was. But he was the one who came up with new tricks to keep learning.
Iggy was a brave baby, who learned things quickly. He shocked the White Coats, Fang, and even me!
Iggy took a while to learn how to talk, but after about five months, (I was one, fang was 10 months, and Iggy was five months) he jumped from small, jumbled words, to completely understandable English. We did NOT let the White Coats know this. If they knew that we could talk, they would punish us. They would think that we were planning against them, trying to make plans to kill, or run away. They did not even consider that we were babies! But we would, just later in life.
One day, while Fang and Iggy were talking about how well the new flying tactics work, I saw my favorite White Coat wandering through the halls. Now, I know what you're thinking,
"Max, how could you POSSIBLELY have a favorite one of Them? They are evil little bas***** that have no morals, conscience, love….
AND THEY HATE PUPPIES!
But the White Coat always got us what we needed! Food, a blanket, a hug, he taught us stuff and showed us what a real family is supposed to be like. He told us that one day he would break us out of here…one day.
But anyway, this WC's name was Jeb Batchelder. He always called us *his* kids, but not in front of other White Coats. He said that he would get in a lot of trouble if we told anyone that he was nice to us. So we promised to keep it quiet. I don't like to gossip, Iggy was still really young, and well, Fang doesn't usually talk, so…yeah.
So, back to that day when I saw Jeb walking in the hallway. I waved to him through the indestructible glass Paine window. He looked at me with a scared look in his eyes, mouthed the words, "I'm sorry!" and ran away. It was so odd!
About ten seconds later, two burly Erasers came in. They pushed me out of the way, and ripped Iggy away from the crib. Then they grabbed Fang, a whip that hung on the door, me, and stormed out of the sealed room. I struggled to get out of their grip, and so did Fang and Iggy, but the Erasers were just too strong for us. They led us into a metal room, and dropped us on the hard, steel, floor. They took one look at us, and left the room, heaving cold, howling, barks of laughter. We looked at each other, scared out of our wits. Before we could even express our wonder and wary, two mean looking White Coats came in, holding the whips. The cackled crudely, and raised the whips. Instead of coming down on our flesh, they came down on our wings. The wings and skin was ripped from our wing bones, bringing searing pain to our nerves. When they finished, they just left. No words, no explanations, no help. It was horrible. We did not even know what we did wrong.
Suddenly, Jeb walked in. He looked at us, contemplating what we looked like, and broke down crying. He kept muttering
"I'm so sorry!"
"What's wrong Jebby?" I asked him.
He looked at me and gave me a half frown half smile, and hugged me, his tears stinging my wings. He looked at Fang and I, and patted Iggy on the head.
Iggy looked up at Jeb with tears in his eyes from the pain of the whip burns.
"Why is this happening, Jeb? Why us?"
"Because Ig, they are cruel men. And one day, we will all brake out of here, live together with out any bad people." Jeb said sighing, while wiping the tears from his own eyes.
I really hoped what Jeb said was true. This life we had here was torture. Iggy hit it dead on the nail with the "Sucky" thing. But, we did have out pathetic little family. Fang, Iggy, Jeb, and I, all together until the end. What I did not know, is that our little family would multiple in a couple years…
There it is! The second chapter of MAXIMUMLY HARD KNOCK LIFE! Yay! So please subscribe to this story and me, review, and pm me about what you think about the story. So for now…
BYE!
