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Angel of Death
I woke up by my head hitting something. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in some type of van that had white cushions covering the walls. Great. I sat up and did the first thing that came to mind. Yell.
"Hey! What are you doing! Where are you taking me!" I exclaimed.
No reply.
"Tell me what the f-" I paused. Jill had been wanting me to stop cursing. "Flip, is going on! I want to know right now! I'm not flipping crazy you-" just then the van stopped with a jolt.
I heard a door open, then slam shut. The person came around to the back and opened the doors. I was about to refuse, but he grabbed me and pulled me out. When I was out, he handcuffed my hands in front of me.
"WTF! Whats going on!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Come on Miss. Ride," he instructed and began to push me to walk.
"Don't call me that." I ordered.
"Fine, come, Maximum" he corrected himself.
"My name isn't Maximum. Its Max. Max. Do you comprehend?" I said coldly.
"Your record and birth certificate say Maximum Ride. So, I will call you either Miss. Ride or Maximum" he said, pushing me through a door.
Inside it was big. Really big. Not how you'd expect from an asylum. Even if it was just the receptionist place... It was kind of- comfy. Spare the fact that they thought I was crazy and that my freedom was being taken away. It wasn't all white- how you'd think. It was a calming light blue color, with pictures and figurines to make a better effect. We walked- or he walk and I was pushed- up to the front desk to see a woman around twentty with brown hair and brown eyes. She looked up with a warm smile and shuffled papers on her desk.
"This must be Maximum," she started.
"Max." I gritted through my teeth.
"You are assigned to stay in... building three," she ignored my correction. "Here is a small schedule for your stay-" (she made it sound like I was at a fancy hotel or something) "- Not many things here are strictly organized, except meals and outings. Your things are already there. It was nice meeting you Maximum"
"Look, lady. My name is Max. Got it? If not you need to have an appointment with my shoe- that will glady see its way to your pretty little face" I spat. She looked stunned as I was pushed away.
I was brought down many halls, leading to seperate buildings. I guess it was like cabins at camp- except it would be considered bad if crazy people were residing with another near the woods... anyways. Finally, we were at building three.
"Who am I rooming with anyways?" I asked the dreaded question once he opened the door.
"Why don't you go see, Maximum?" he emphisized.
"For the last fudging time. My. Name. Is. Max. Grow a brain and learn it" I snapped.
"Your name is Maximum on your certificates. I will call you Maximum" he said and pushed me in.
I remembered what Jill said about cursing. Then I remembered... she's the one who sent me here! Screw her! I hit the wall from the mans force and screamed my thoughts.
"This is so fucking, despicably, terribly fucked up! This whole thing is a bunch of shit and I don't care if I say it! Damn it Jill!" I yelled and sank to the floor.
Only then did I feel a pair of eyes on me. I looked up to see a boy in the corner looking at me in thought. He had black hair, matching eyes, and olive skin. He was wearing black to complete the look.
"Might as well get this over with," I mumbled. "I'm Max. Who are you?"
No reply.
"The no talking type, huh?" I asked and stood.
No reply.
"Okay, could you please start talking? I'm going to comepletely freak if you don't"
No reply.
"Dude! Isn't it bad enough that we're both in here? You can't just tell me you name?"
Guess what? He replied!
"Fang. I'm Fang" he said.
"Interesting name, is it real?" I asked.
"No." Fang answered.
"So... whats your real name?" I asked.
"Nicholas." he replied.
"I'm guessing you don't like your name..." I commented.
"I'm guessing you don't either," he said.
"Nope. Not anymore" I said.
"Obviously," he stated.
"So, why are we roomed together? Aren't they supposed to room by gender?" I asked.
"This building is for special cases." he replied.
"How special is 'Special'?" I asked.
"Weird occurences. Vivid nightmares, voices, control of some 'Imaginary self', then comes an attempted suicide. Same old, same old" Fang listed.
"So, the voice travels..." I tried to joke. "I guess its over now-"
Both of us heard the voice in our heads.
Oh, but it's only just begun. Max and Fang. Just begun.
We looked at each other in horror. That's when the bright florescent lights above us went out... and Hell broke loose.
Dun dun dunnnnnn! Sorry for not updating sooner. I've been sick, and it sucks. EW! And plus, huge writers block. Finally herded up enough brain cells to construst this. Lol. Hope you like it!