I Do Not Own Maximum Ride! James Patterson Does…

But Hush Puppy Is Mine…


Half awake…Half Asleep…

Half conscious…Half unconscious…

It was very difficult to tell these apart…

But the nausea was all the same.

....

My eyes were half open as my head heavily leaned against the bars of my crate.

My wrist was ziptied to the outside of my crate with an IV in my hand.

I wiggled my fingers a little and felt a pinch.

'Ugh… I hate needles.'

I looked up at the IV bag to try and read it but I couldn't.

My vision was shot…Everything looked fuzzy.

My guess it had some kind of sedative in it to keep me from lashing out again.

I could move but I was very sluggish this wasn't good if i wanted to get out of here.

I then remembered my nails turning into claws.

'A new power?' I thought hazily.

I shook the thought out of my head.

I think there was something else in that IV pack.

I could faintly pick up a sweet but kind of familiar sent...

Proably one of those things I could rember from my past life.

So I forgot about it it...

Besides my mind was too bogged out for me to figure out what it was.

I found myself thinking about odd things.

Expecaly about time.

I was thinking stuff like:

One of the worse things is time…

When was it day? Night? I can't tell…

Its hard to know what day it is cause this juice is screwing with my internal clock...

I hate not having a sense of time.

Like I said I was thinking strange things...

Remind me to start a Drug Free Program once I get out of here.

....

Along time later Angel finally came back.

She didn't look too good…

She was in one of the schools gowns with bruises on her face shaking horribly.

I felt bad.

Angel is just a kid and she's being abused and frightened by these tests.

You can't undo the damage that has already been done to her fragile mind and body.

While I was just sitting her in my crate with fuzzy juice being pumped into me…Unable to do a thing about it.

'Angel…You okay?'

Silence…

She was still shaking.

I sat up a bit feeling dizzy and turned to her.

'Angel?'

Her eyes widened as she snapped back to reality.

"h-hey" her voice was horse. I could tell she had been crying.

'Hang on Angel...' I thought encouraging her to stay strong.

She nodded slowly.

'Angel…do you have any clue what day it is? Or even the time?' I asked

She just shrugged unsure herself.

I leaned my head back onto the bars relizing something.

....

Time can be torture if you don't know how many more days you have to endure to survive.

....

My guess is the flock should have been here by now…

Whenever now was…

....

More time passed…

Angel came and went as did the White coats that changed out my fuzzy juice…

I felt very feverish, sick, and nauseous. I've felt this way ever since they hooked me up to the fuzzy juice IV.

I pressed my hot cheek into the cool metal bars. Felt a bit better but… I struggled to keep down whatever these White coats were giving me.

I don't know how much more of this I can take.


A dramatic twist is coming up soon. It will all be revealed in time.

Which currently at the moment Hush Puppy hates.

What would you do if you were locked up with no sense of time? Would you go a bit nuts like Hush has? Or Do you think its the fuzzy juice talking?

Let me know!