A/N: Yo! This chapter will have a bit more action in it than the last. So...prepare yourself for the suspense, and try not to wet yourself. I'm not sure if you can sue for that, but I'd rather not find out. Yeah...I know I promised faxness (or mangness, if you prefer), but...it's the first chapters peoples! I can't just have Max and Fang suddenly start tounge kissing! Imagine how that would make me look. Like a real slut, right? Anyway...on with the story.
Disclaimer!: If I was James Patterson, would I be writing a disclaimer? No. So, I do not own the Maxiumum Ride characters...yet...
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Chapter 2: The Denny's Waitress of Doom
Max POV:
There is nothing worse than burnt toast in the morning. This is exactly the reason we were, at this moment, walking into the air-conditioned, breakfast kingdom of Denny's. For, should I have cooked breakfast, there would have been enough burnt toast to fill this restaurant to the ceiling. We were seated immediatly, thank God, by a pretty waitres with none other than red hair. She picked at her neon puple nail polish while she took our drink orders. I caught Fang eyeing her up once or twice, but I guess it could've been worse. But, still, what a pig! At least the waitress didn't seem interested. Although, I swear I saw her give Angel elevator eyes, like, four times! I've never been to a Denny's before. I didn't know it was that kind of place... Eeww, eww,eww....
"Uh...Max?" Iggy's voice brought me out of my reverie. "Are ya gonna order or what?" I blushed. I hadn't noticed the waitress had come back to take our orders.
"I'll just have the...uh...breakfast platter, the french toast, and some blueberry pancakes, please." Her eyebrows rose as she assesed all the food we were ordering.
"I'll be right back with your buffet...I mean...breakfasts." Her cheeks turned red as she hurried away.
"So...what do you guys wanna do after this?" asked Nudge, an impossibly short sentence for her. Iggy shrugged, Gazzy was too busy gulping down his coke, and Angel was deep in thought. Whose thoughts, I didn't know. And Fang was...well... Fang was Fang. "I think we should see a movie." Nudge continued. "Something good..." She pondered for a litlle while, but if she started speaking again, I didn't hear her. I was too busy staring at Angel who was obviously trying to pry something from the clutches of someone's mind. (Aren't I the poetic one, today...) Her face was scrunched in concentration, her hands clenching a napkin as she delved deeper into the endless pool of thoughts surrounding her. (Man! I am on fire! I should write some of this down somewhere...) Just then, the look of realization crashed down onto her face, replacing the concentration. Eyes wide, mouth opened in an "o" shape, hands limp. I was about to ask what was wrong when a waitress came back with our food. This one was different. She had had short, dark hair, green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. A second waitress with blonde, curly hair and grey eyes stood behind her with the other trays of food.
"Here ya go." said the dark haired waitress. She smiled, flashing a set of perfect pearly whites. Her nametag read Hally C. I looked over at Fang. He was practically drooling. When the waitresses weren't looking, I smacked him upside the head. He turned to me, looking incredibly P.O.'d.
"Pig." I snarled with much distaste.
"Well...Maximum Ride called me a pig again." he said, a smirk playing at his lips. "You think she'd have come up with something a bit more original by now."
"Oh...I'll give you something a bit more original you--" I was cut short of my smart mouth comment as maple syrup splattered my face.
"Oops..." said the blondie, who had set down my platter of french toast with a little too much force. "Sorry." Her nametag read Julie S. I began wiping the syrup off my face and stuck my tounge out at Fang, whose smirk had turned into a full fledged smile. To tell you the truth, these waitresses really weren't very good at what they were doing. Half of Iggy's food was in his lap and blondie had just knocked over Nudge's glass.
"Max..." Angel whispered nervously.
"Just a minute, Ang." I said, for I was preoccupied with getting the syrup out of my hair and making sure the Sprite on the table didn't touch my french toast. Nobody touches somebody else's french toast. It's just wrong.
"Max..." Angel said again.
"Hold on, sweetie." The ketchup bottle had tipped over and was now dripping into Fang's lap. (A little payback after the syrup incident!) She continued persistenly, grabbing my arm. "What is it, Angel?" I said as I grabbed a piece of french toast and sunk my teeth into it.
"Max! Don't eat that!" she screamed, slapping the piece from my hand. I swallowed my bite, and just stared.
"Problem with your food?" the waitress named Hally asked sweetly.
"Um...no she's just..." I said in confusion.
"Max...do not eat that." Angel's thoughts rushed into my head. "Max, she's from the school. She did something to our food. She put something in it. We have to get out of here." I groaned. Why does the world always pick one day to try to exterminate our existance? And if you can answer that question, try this one: Why today?! Angel's presence left me. (Which feels like someone's vaccuming your brain.) The waitress smiled sweetly, concern etched into her angular features. The flock was looking at me like I'd suddenly jumped on the table and announced that I was getting married to Al Roker the next day. (Yes...birdkids do get to watch the weather every now and again. Though, the last time I'd seen it, we were going to get several inches of snow, an ice storm, and the temp was negative 30 degrees. It is now sunny, with a temp of at least 100. Wow...it's been a long time.)
"On second thought..." I said, trying to form a plan as quickly as possible. "I...uh...think we'll take this to go. So...if you could get us the bill please?" The waitress frowned.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked.
"Well...we...um...have a...er...bus to catch. Don't wanna be late!"
"Are you sure there isn't something wrong?" asked blondie.
"Positive...bill, please." I said, tensing with every word I spoke.
"I could get you something if you need--"
"I need the effing bill, lady!" People all around the restaurant were staring now, forkfulls of food halfway to their mouths. Angel zoomed into my head again, startling me.
"Max, Fang want's to know what's going on."
"Just tell him to help me get the heck outta here. Tell him...the waitress wants to kill us!" She zoomed out again. God! That feels weird! Glancing over at Fang, he nodded, looking calm. Then...without warning, he shot across the table, tackling Hally at the waist. The two of them crashed into the table behind them, knocking it backwards. The rolled off the ramp they had created with the table and began to wrestle on the floor. People stared, wide eyed. The other waitress, who I guess was in on the scheme too, proceeded to drag Fang of her friend and throw him into an elderly couple's booth. Their drinks spilled over and the woman shrieked in fright. Before Fang could stand, blondie kicked him in the back and the table lurched again, earning another scream from the woman. Ooh...he'd get her for that. Fang jumped around, making contact with the waitress' legs. She stumbled backwards. In her state of confusion, he gave her a nice punch, up thrusting her nose. Eww... She staggered, but regained her balance and began to fight again. Hally was being tackled by the younger ones, and I was eager to help kick butt. Fang gave little Julie a roundhouse kick right in the chest, and she stumbled back into someone else's table. The people shot out of their seats and ran like heck. Julie did a backwards somersault off the tipping table, and rolled to her feet. By now, people were running for the exits, screaming bloody murder. Even the staff was making a run for it! Julie was mad, now. She jumped the table and gave that boy a workout! I jumped in to assist Fang, and got a few well placed punches in various parts of my body. Finally, she gave Fang a good, hard punch in the nose, and he staggered backwards, tripping over a cart filled with silverwear and dishes. Nice, Fang...nice. The waitress prepared to pounce on him, but before she could, I grabbed her arm and spun her around. Then I slapped her, hard. Right across the face. "Back off...bitch!" I shouted before slamming her into a wall and throwing her down to the ground. Then I slid a table right into her, pinning her to the wall. She made no effort to escape, as she was unconscious. The others had Hally pretty well under control, but I wanted to end things quickly and jet. I grabbed a plate and smashed it on the back of her head. She dropped like a brick. Fang was up, now, making his way towards the rest of us. Suddenly, I felt woosy. Like, seriously woosy. I felt like I'd just drank a bottle of wine. "What the heck? I didn't get hit that hard." I murmured.
"Think, Maximum..." Oh great, the voice. Way to chime in now instead of when I really need you...awesome timing.
"Hello, voice... Would you mind telling me why I feel like I've just returned from a college party?"
"Think, Max, think..."
"I can't!" I cried outloud.
"Max?" This time it was Fang who spoke. He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder to steady me, as I was swaying slightly. Then, the voice chimed in.
"Maximum...The french toast. Angel said the waitress put something in the food. You ate a piece of the french toast." It made sense now...
"Please tell me it's not poison...please tell me it's not poison..." I murmered pathetically.
"Tell you what's not poison?" Fang asked. "Max?"
"The..." I couldn't form the last word. "T-T-Toast..." And then...I collapsed
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A/N: Haha! Cliff hanger! Well...you probably hate me right now. If you do...good for you. I'm not a very likeable person. Or am I? Huh...there are a few things I did not disclaim in this chapter and possibly the chapter previous. So...I'm making up for it....
Another Disclaimer!: I do not own, McDonalds, Denny's, Sprite, Coke, or anything else I might have missed. I mean... you can figure that out for yourselves right? Like I obviously wouldn't own Campbells soup, right? Right... Anyway... REVIEW!
