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DISCLAIMER!- I do not own Maximum Ride or it's characters, JP does. But I do own the plot.
~6 years later in a place called England~
My practice dummy was practically torn to shreds. Sand was pouring out and landing in heaps by my feet. My ankle was still throbbing from the hard impact I made, and I was panting heavily. Aside from the sand spilling out, there were scars in the leather skin. I sighed and reached for the broom.
"Maximum!" father called.
I raced inside. Father never shouted my entire name unless it was important.
"What's wrong?" I said leaping over our couch.
"Max, it's time for a talk," father whispered.
I sat wordlessly across from him and crossed my legs, waiting.
"I'm not going to stall, so I'll just get straight to the point. 6 years ago our village and family were killed." he started.
I kept my face impassive. Just like how he taught me.
"The people responsible for our village's demise," he paused briefly "are called Saxon's."
I stay silent and keep eye contact, refusing to be the first to break it.
"I've trained you hard all these years so that one day, you could kill them all and take revenge." He said.
Memories of when I was 5 replayed through my head, where father and mother were teaching people that revenge isn't the way. I couldn't help but compare that father to the recent one before me. The father before, would never have his daughter risk her life to avenge a village, he'd tell her that forgiveness is the first step.
But things were different now.
Father often kept to himself, he burned all his bibles and practically abandoned his beliefs. He was often cruel and unforgiving during training sessions, and would never let me out of the house.
"The Saxons have been recruited into a company named Itex located in New York. It is your job to finish every. Single. One of them, are we clear?" he asked.
I wanted to. I wanted to kill them, each and every single one of them. But the things that your mother taught you, are burned into your brain. It doesn't help that one parent is nagging you to be like a saint while the other is telling you to brutally murder a bunch of people.
It didn't seem like he was giving much of a choice anyway. And like he said, I was trained for a reason. Why not put all this sweat and hard work to use?
"Yes." I replied.
~6 more years later~
(A/N Max is 18 now)
New York was different from the other states I've been in.
The taxi service was horrible and it was very noisy in the city.
When I finally got a cab, I was grateful that it was a mute driver. My pockets vibrated and I pulled out my phone, flipping it open.
"Hello?" I said.
"Maximum, you've arrived?" fathers voice asked.
"Yes sir," I said robotically.
"You're apartment is located in Morningside Heights. Room number 0139," he said.
"Yes sir," I replied.
"The documents on the Saxons will be faxed to your room when you check in, understood?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I replied again.
I snapped my phone shut and slid it in my back pocket.
"Morningside Heights," I told the driver.
He nodded and continued driving.
(Lines breaks are over-rated XD)
As promised, the documents were waiting on the fax machine when I stepped foot into the apartment. I scanned the room, and shook my head at the amount of space I had. Father always did go overboard with things.
I sat with the 30 page packet on the couch and read through each and every single one.
Name: Jeffrey Walker
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Height: 5 '9
Eye color: Dark brown
Hair color: Black
Race: 100% American
Occupation(s): Ex-scientist, Ex-Veterinarian
Family- Husband to Anne Walker, father of 2, 18 year old sons Iggy and Fang Walker, and father of newborn Angel Walker.
Side Notes- Fired from both jobs due to suspicion of mixing DNA samples and giving over doses of medicine. Working as a current C.E.O of local mall.
I studied his picture in the upper left hand corner of the document. I memorized the curve of his jaw line, the length of his nose, the amount of freckles, everything. Just like father trained me to do.
I flipped through the next few pages.
Name: Marian Janssen
Sex: Female
Age: 33
Height 5 '7
Eye color: blue
Hair color: light brown
Race: ½ American, ½ Mexican
Occupation(s): Newest recruit to Itex
Family: Wife to Jack Janssen (deceased), mother of 18 year old daughters Monique and Ella Janssen, and 13 year old Zephyr Janssen.
Side Notes: Her father started abusing her when their mother abandoned them. Trained in martial arts by foster family. Black belt in Tae Kwon Do and Kung Fu.
I smiled at this profile. She was the only female Saxon, and she was trained under low tolerance, just like me.
Killing her should be fun.
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