I'm going to add two new characters, and I'm going to let you guys create them for fun! Well anyway they must be bad because you will find out later! Mwahaha. Don't own Maximum Ride. Enjoy.
Max Pov:
I woke up in my bed with sunshine streaming out of my window. Another day with the traitors. I thought to myself as I crawled out of my bed. I looked at the alarm clock to see that it was almost twelve. And I'm still sleepy? Wow. I thought to myself again as I made my way to my door opening it to be hit by that aw so wonderful smell of pancakes. As I walked to the kitchen I was greeted by many good mornings and hellos from the back stabbing flock.
As I entered the kitchen I noticed that Iggy was making the good mouthwatering pancakes. Must I kill him? He can cook! And I don't know what I can't do without some on that can cook! I will starve to death before you say hi. I thought to myself, while setting at the table and resting my head against the soft cool tile of the table.
"Hi Max." Iggy said from where he was making pancakes. I tried to say hi but it sounded more like a moan of hunger more than anything else.
"Hungry much." He asked. I just nodded knowing nothing will escape my watering mouth. "Well here are some pancakes." He said handing me some delicious, yummy, amazing, god like, powerful, mouthwatering, blueberry pancakes. As soon I manage to get a hold of a knife and fork I dig in, and when I say dig in I really mean dig in!
"Iggy this is like the god of pancakes!" I said almost saying too bad you are a backstabbing mutant freak (I know hypocrite much, but still.) that can cook extremely well, because if you weren't deceiving me for all these years, you may live. He chuckled as he set down a whole bunch for the rest of the backstabbers to eat.
Once I got finished with my all so lovely pancakes I went to hog the shower while thinking what I should have them do to get them exhausted tomorrow so they can die.
Clean all the windows spotless, wax the floor until I can see my reflection in it, polish the wood, countertops, and table, dust every single thing that is dusty or that you dust, and do all the laundry that is dirty, fold them neatly, and put it back where it belongs, why I go 'grocery' shopping. I thought evilly to myself. I hope that tiers them out! I thought again.
Fang Pov:
Angle called us into the living room while Max went to take a shower.
"Guys, Max is, uh, well plotting to kill us." She said with a ting of anger. Everyone gasp except me of course.
"Why would she do that?" Gazzy asked a little frightened. Angel let her gaze rest on him.
"Well I don't know, I keep on getting this from her mind 'backstabbers' 'deceivers' and sometimes 'fakes' she has been planning to kill us since she fell from flying yesterday. And before I couldn't read her mind after she blocked out I felt an evil presence enter her, like an influence kind. I think it got injected into her somehow, like after we landed we found an empty small nettle on the ground that looked fresh. Maybe somehow that got injected into her." Angel replied know looking at her shoes. I looked around before speaking.
"Maybe she got injected with something that turned her like that." I replied looking at the flock.
to- themightytigarstar,6Julia Tigarstar isn't almighty, he is evil and wanted to kill Bluestar so i there for hate your name on this! and thanks. i still don't know why you like himye.