A/N: Sorry, I was busy. Please read and review, I only have 1 review so far!

The railing where I had been standing was at least four stories up, and now I'm plummeting quickly towards the ground. I hear a scream and realize my bullet had hit someone – but not Maximum.

I glance over and see the ride attendant laying on the ground in a puddle of her own blood.

Damn, I think, landing on the ground perfectly. I hear Angel suck in an astonished breath from above, but I ignore her and the others. I press a button on my wrist-watch, which is also a communication device. "Send backup," I whisper into it.

I advance towards Maximum, holding my gun so that it's aimed right at her.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, mixed emotions on her face. Concern for her flock. Anger at me. Confusion at why I, a normal looking girl, am trying to kill her.

"Your worst nightmare," I snarl, about to pull the trigger when a boot slams into the side of my head.

I stagger back, the gun flying out of my hands. Regaining my balance, I whirl to see Dylan standing there, scooping up my gun. He holds it towards me.

"Make any moves and I'll shoot you," he growls.

"Dylan, I can fight my own battles," Maximum replies.

"She was about to kill you," Dylan replies. Now the other flock members are advancing towards us, shoving tourists out of the way. Most of the tourists have evacuated the building already.

"And I still am!" I yell. I don't have time for their little arguments, I have to kill Maximum before security comes.

I whip out my knife and grab the youngest girl, Angel. I hold my knife to her throat.

"Let's see, Dylan. I'll give you two choices. Shoot me, and I kill your little friend Angel. Or, you can drop the gun."

I feel disappointment that Maximum's close friend Fang isn't here, otherwise he'd be the one I'd hold a knife next to. But he's not here.

Conflict is clearly seen on Maximum's face. She obviously wants to kill me, but she can't do that without me killing Angel.

Besides, I do have a bulletproof vest. The scientists always want me to be prepared.

"Shoot her," Maximum orders. "She can't kill Angel if she's dead."

I press my knife into Angel's neck. "So that's your decision?"

Angel gives a yelp of pain as blood starts to run down her neck. "Max! Help!"

"Let go of her," Maximum orders.

"Drop the gun," I command to Dylan.

He drops it, and I laugh. "Dude, you're an idiot." Keeping a tight grip on Angel's arm, I run out of the emergency exit door to a helicopter. I push Angel onto the helicopter. The rest of her flock run out behind me, screaming, "ANGEL!"

I laugh as the helicopter zooms away.

...

"Let me out," the girl orders, her skinny arms crossed over her chest. Her limp blonde curls just rush her shoulders, and the cut on her neck is now covered by a bandage.

"Girl, if I knew a way to get out of here, I would have left long ago," I inform her. Angel doesn't say anything, but her blue eyes calmly follow me as I cross the room to sit next to her on the couch.

"What do you want to watch?" I ask her, turning on the TV. "Spongebob, Phineas and Ferb, some anime show called Ouran High School Host Club…take your pick."

Angel just stares at me. "Why am I here?"

"Isn't that obvious?" I ask. "You're a hostage. The scientists, whitecoats as you call them, are keeping you here, because we know that Maximum will come to get you. And when she does, I pull the trigger, and boom, she's dead."

Angel's mouth opens in surprise, then says, "You know I can-"

I laugh. "Yeah, I know you can send her a message with your mind. But the question is, are you actually going to?"

"Huh?" Angel asks. "Of course I am-"

"I must say, you're a smart girl," I interrupt. "Have you ever considered being an assassin?"

"A what?" Angel manages to get out.

"An assassin. Think about it. You kill Maximum Ride. You become the leader of the flock. Come on, Angel. We both know that's what you want."

"I could be the leader?" Angel's eyes are wide.

"Yeah, you could. All you have to do is pull the trigger and shoot Max dead, then you're in charge. What do you say?"

"I've always wanted to be the leader- " Angel says, her eyes shimmering with hope.

"Then what are we waiting for?" I ask, smiling at her. "I'll call Luke, my trainer. He'll be so excited."

I smile at Angel. "We never properly met. I'm Zoey. And you're-"

"Angel," she says, smiling back. "Glad to be of service."

...

"Very nice, Angel!" Luke calls. Angel beams and yanks her knife out of the target that was set up. She's not very good with a gun, but excellent at throwing knives.

"How do we know she's not going to turn around and kill us any second?" one of the scientists says from behind me. I grit my teeth. They said the same thing when I started training.

Angel's perfect hearing picks up on their conversation. "Because my sights are set on one person, and one person only. Maximum Ride." She looks at me. "Right, Zoey?"

"Right," I said, smiling, then toss my own knife at the target. It lands just short of the center ring.

I hear a soft smacking noise as Angel's own knife hits the center of the target. I glance over at her still-smiling face.

That's my little assassin, I think, and she beams happily, obviously reading my mind.

At this rate, Maximum Ride would be dead in no time.

So, Angel joined the assassin training program. Thoughts? Comments? Questions? Anger at me making Angel join the evil people? Leave a review! Oh, and part of the next chapter will be in Max's point of view.