Take to the Sky
We don't own Maximum Ride! (We're getting tired of writing this!)
Chapter 7
Max's P.O.V.
Flashback
"What the?" Lux said as they opened the door to the ice cream truck, revealing a horrid dog crate, and dragged me inside. Showing expertise, they quickly gagged me and threw me in the crate.
"Nighty Night Maxie." Said a voice that was almost soothing, as gas filled the truck, putting me into a deep sleep.
Flashback Ends!
I was chained onto a white, hard cot, so I couldn't get up. I tried to speak, but the same, soothing voice hushed me.
"Max, don't try to speak…" he said. (I could tell it was a he, the voice was masculine.)
"Why?" I squeaked, but it sounded more like, Weweleblablable?
"Because. Your mouth has been dried and nummed, and your voice has been temporarily altered."
"Then how can you understand me?" Which, sounded more like, Thebledfowedvangtduuurundera ngsdmouw?
"I can understand you because I'm you. But a boy."
No! I thought. This guy must be lying!
"I'm not lying Maximum." Oh so he can read my mind? Wonderful!
Then what's your name? I asked him, a clear tone of annoyance in my voice.(Or is that thought? I have no idea.)
"They call me Male Max, but I prefer Mark."
I felt a little bit sad for him. He wasn't made to be an individual person. And my clones always ended up dying. The flock got the scoop that they tried to make more me's to predict what I would do in some situations, but the clones just expired.
Why did they create you? I asked.
"God, Max, you have a lot of questions!" he laughed.
I smiled. I was beginning to like him. Your probably thinking, Wait what? The great Maximum Ride has feelings? Yes I do! I think…
"Well," Male Max, I mean Mark said, breaking the silence. "They created me because they wanted to see who was stronger. Me… or you." He said with a tone of sadness. I knew something was going on I didn't know. Mark obviously wanted to help me, so if something bad was gonna happen to me, he would be sad so… I don't know. But I better be on alert right?
"M.M! What are you doing in Subject 1's room?" yelled a whitecoat.
"I'm sorry Master." Mark said glumly, and trudged out of "My Room".
"Let's get started, shall we?" The whitecoat asked. He whistled, and more whitecoats with equipment came in. I was thinking, what are they gonna do to me?
"How do you like needles? Never mind that, brace yourself!" the whitecoat smiled. He obviously enjoyed his job. Not moving him anywhere good on my list!
"1..2..3!" another one said as he jammed a needle in my arm. I suddenly felt very hot. So hot, lava didn't even compare to this. I was lying down, still moaning. Then they dragged my chains on to a treadmill. Not good. They clipped it on, and I heard Mark say, Theyre going to start the treadmill soon! Get up! Your going to have to start running!
So, I got up and felt like barfing. I felt something up in my throat. I was obviously sick, and I wanted this nightmare to stop. I couldn't find the strength to pinch myself, so I started running as the whitecoats turned the treadmill on.
Time skip!
After going on the treadmill for about five hours, I actually did barf. 7 times. Right now I was laying on my cot, crying. I wanted to get away from here. The flock would surely come get me. Or would they? Maybe Scarlet took over as leader and lead them somewhere. But Fang come get me. Fang… Fang and I.
Flash Back!
"Max. I… I…" Fang stuttered.
"You what?" I asked softly. I didn't know what he was going to say. I thought he might have an expiration date, which I would kill myself that day If he did.
"I love you." Fang whispered.
I didn't know what to say. "I love you too" I replied.
Fang pulled me into a kiss. As our lips met, I put my hands around his neck. We stayed there for a long time in those woods, kissing passionately. I loved him. I did.
Flash Back Ends!
The flock would look for me. They would. And they would find me. They would. But would I still be leader? Would I still be number one?
AUTHORS NOTE
Did you like the Lovey-Dovey? Did you? Oh yeah, and I still need those answers on the topic!