Max's POV
I groggily opened my eyes after a nice long and relaxing sleep. And guess what? I didn't have any nightmares! Yippee for me! Plus one for Max! I pushed myself along the cement wall of the jail room. Wait, hold on a dang second, a jail room? Oh, the irony. Me, Maximum ride, the sarcastic lawbreaker who does whatever she wants, locked inside of a jail room. Actually, I should've seen this coming. Yet again, maybe not.
I instantly jumped up onto both of my feet and scanned my surroundings for anything unusual, besides me being in a jail room, which doesn't happen often, if you didn't know already. Usually when I'm caught I'm put in something along the lines of an isolation tank or an itty bitty dog crate. Heck, I don't even remember being put in the jail room!
After standing there clueless like an idiot lost in Central Park for a whole entire five minutes, the not so pretty recent memories came flooding into my brain.
"Oh no," I muttered, upset that I let myself get caught so easily. Oh, when I found out who put me here, that guy is going to be very sorry. Give 'em the old Max-Kwon-Do and I'll put them in their place, and that place includes them on their knees begging for their mommies. I smirked in delight at the thought.
I took a good look at the room around me and saw that the room was actually huge, unlike the itty bitty dog crate I used to live in when I was little. The metal jail room was big enough so that I can barely see the far wall, so that's pretty dang big. It was a nice change to be put in here on those rare occasions I'm caught.
I sighed in aggravation and slumped against the wall like one of those homeless guys with nothing to do except go beg for money. I seriously can't believe they caught me so easily! They literally sent hundreds of mutants and bots to get me, but for what damn reason? Why did they want me so badly? So I can teach them how to use sarcasm properly or teach them some of my mad fighting skills? Well that ain't happening if that's what they want. If they do, they're going to be in pain for years to come.
As I was sitting against the wall, I was wondering what was happening to the flock. Were they caught too? Were they still at my mom's house, acting all carefree and having no care in the world? Did they miss me like I missed them? Did Fang even know I was caught? Jeez, I have to stop asking myself questions like that. That just goes to show you I'm crazy.
You're not crazy, Maximum, just normal. Everyone thinks about whoever they care about, the Voice chimed in, and I was aggravated all over again.
FYI, I'm not normal, if you didn't noticed. And I'm thinking about the flock and my family because I want to imagine they're okay and not heading for the worst, I snarled back sarcastically in my mind, and the next words the Voice said truly struck fear in my heart. If you didn't notice yet, it takes a lot for me to be scared, so this is a very big deal.The only other thing that can strike fear into my heart is if one of the flock gets killed. I've had experience. I was a freaking wreck when I saw that Fang was dead, and I thought it was pretty brave of me to revive him and bring him back to life.
Maximum, you have to be prepared for the worst from here on out. The apocalypse is happening as we speak, and no one's odds are in their favor, especially the flock, the Voice said gravely, and the Voice never, ever shows any emotion. I jumped up on my feet in panic. The apocalypse is happening right now and I'm behind bars?
"What?" I shrieked pathetically. I shook my head and decided to take my anger out on the Voice. "And you didn't mention this before because�" I snarled.
You seemed to be in your own little world before. I decided to leave you alone. The reason you are here is so you could be preserved for the new world. And whatever happens Maximum, stay strong and move along, the Voice said, which I assume in parting since when I sat back down it didn't chime back in. The nerve of that Voice!
Okay, so the apocalypse has started and I'm stuck in a freaking jail cell with no one but the Voice to talk to. Not my definition of fun or entertaining. More like freaking scary. I decided I should probably break out of this joint like they do in those epic action movies.
Suddenly, I heard a door opened then slammed shut and I was brought back into the world from La-La Land. I whirled around in my huge cell to face a guy in a white lab coat smiling evilly at my jail door. I glared at him heavily, and decided to let my anger and annoyance out on him.
"Oh, now you finally show yourself. After sending all of those things after me, sedating me with a freaking tranquilizer dart, and locking me in a freaking jail cell while the freaking apocalypse is happening outside this place, you finally show your face. Oh, when I get my hands on you and your dirty little self, you are dead, do you hear me? Dead," I snarled, but then the white coat took out his gun and shot another damn tranquilizer dart at me while I was talking viciously. I decided to take a mental note for next time; less talk and more action.
I collapsed but still managed to hang on to consciousness for quite a while. He opened up my cell, picked me up like I was a heavy burden that shouldn't be carried, and carried me into a lab room and laid me on a freezing cold table.
I was slowly slipping away when I heard someone mutter something like "master formula" with some other mumbo jumbo and a very large and pointy looking needle with an icky green substance inside of it was injected painfully into my arm.
I finally lost consciousness after the needle was injected.
