disclaimer: i don't own any maxride characters, that's jp's job.

After breakfast, I just collasped on the couch. I was sooo tired. I didn't want to sleep because I know I'd have The Dream again. But, I did want to because I was tired. The pros and cons went back and forth and back and forth in my head, until finally, I just fell asleep.

Oh great.

Dream:

It was so dark. I was huddleling in the little crate, waiting for Him to come and let us out. I was so afraid. If they caught us, we could be killed. It would be all my fault. Little Nudge, littler Gasman, tiny Angel, would die because of my stupid idea. Iggy and Fang thought it was a good one, and so did He. I didn't know. I'm only eleven. What do eleven-year-olds know about escape plans, anyway?

I heard someone whimper on the other side of the room. I think it was Angel. My poor baby. How dare they separate us! They will pay!

That's what this whole plan is about, anyway. He's going to use it to get back at his co-workers for doing this to us. Show them that their precious experiments aren't experiments anymore. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it just seems like a death trap.

He's here.

He lets us out, and tells us to keep quiet. I look at Nudge. She's too afraid to talk right now.

We go down the hall. It's too bad Nudge won't talk. She may have things to say before they kill us.

We walk through a room, and I almost choke on the antiseptic that fills the air. Every step I take makes me more sure that they'll get us.

We go through a door. A smooth door, with no handle. I feel wierd. How did we go through that door?

We're in another hallway. He starts to walk faster and faster. Why? He knows they're going to get us.

We come to a window. He opens it and tells us to jump. Iggy asks why. He says it's not even one story, you wont get hurt.

I'm tired. Too tired.

He thrusts Angel into my arms. He gives Gasman to Fang. He says, go now! I say nothing. It's just a show. We all know we're going to die.

Angel says, No, Max. We wont die. Hah! Listen to the three-year-old.

I go out the window. Iggy and Nudge are already there. Fang drops next to me, holding a sleeping Gasman in his arms. He jumps out last. He says, go now! Run!

I don't want to run. I want to sleep.

Angel says, Max you have to! Erasers are coming!

I run. I run because I have Angel. I don't want to run. But, I need to keep Angel safe. I can't trust anyone else with her.

They're getting closer. I can hear them barking.

He says, run faster! I have no choice. I run faster. My legs hurt. I don't want to.

He says, I don't care Max! I won't let you die!

One's right behind me. I give Angel to Him as I run, being careful not to drop her. Once Angel is safe, I stop running, turn around and kick the Eraser behind me as hard as I can. Apparently, it was hard enough. He fell to the ground, only to be replaced by another. And another. And another. And another. I kick and punch as hard as I can, but they over-power me. I am forced to the ground, and have to watch as one sharpens his claws on a nearby rock.

My last thought is: Keep Angel safe.


that was a half-flashback, half-dream that keeps haunting max about their escape.

one more chapter. i might go past three. i don't know yet.