Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, I don't own Maximum Ride or it's characters. I do however; own the plot line and Lucas.
Chapter Four: Tests
Max POV
Run a little more, Max, c'mon, this is the only way to keep them safe.
I'd been running my legs off on a treadmill for the past forty minutes.
But as long as it saved the flock was all that mattered to me.
The flock, it'd been two months since I'd seen them. They had tried to come for me a few times, I heard Angel sending reassuring thoughts into my head, but I declined them. I had to. I have to keep them safe.
"That's enough! Lucas, take her back."
I stopped running too soon and fell face-first onto the treadmill. My nose instantly bled, but I stood up anyway and cooperated. It was weird, me, Maximum Ride, cooperating with the whitecoats, but it was the least I could do.
The New Breeds were getting more advanced and smarter by the day. We had to pass the training ground every morning on our way to my torture.
Lucas trusted me pretty well by now, but I still didn't trust him. And I let this be known. Lately I've decided a nice rebellion would be to just cut my talking. I didn't say anything, and trust me: it was hard.
"Dinner's here, Max." Lucas said as he slid the mush into my cage.
"Why have you stopped talking?"
He was concerned, I could tell. But I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of winning.
I reached back and rubbed my sore back again. My wings were all but ripped out of me with yesterday's training, and where they went between my shoulder blades burned like a lit flame was held under it.
"Can I do anything to help you, Max?"
Yeah, you can get me the hell out of here and blow this place to smithereens.
I looked out of my cage to Lucas, I knew my eyes looked tired, because they were, I'd lost a lot of weight, and it wasn't helping with my health, in short, I looked like the coming of death.
"You should really eat, it'll help you keep your strength in the tests."
I looked down at the mush, not much had color in my opinion anymore. Yes, I could still see color and everything, but being around so many gray crap that it just dulled everything I saw. I undid and redid my braided, weak hair. My old wavy curls had gone out since being here, along with my dirty-blonde color. Now it was just flat, pale, and thin, too thin, just like me.
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