So last chapter was kind of weird, but I'm just making all this up so…yeah.
Chapter..7?
Max's Pov
Damn I feel like shit. My whole body ached.
Well isn't this just a perfect situation?
"Are you sure she's alive?" a gruff voice asked to my right. Since I knew nothing of what was going on and had just become conscious I decided to fain sleep. And since I didn't know who the voice belonged to, I decided to call him Gruffy. Ain't it an awesome name?
"Yeah, I guess so, I mean she had a pulse last I checked." Another guy answered, his voice was very faintly hoarse, like he had been a serious smoker at some point in his life, so—obviously—I named him Smoky.
"Maybe you should check again," a very nervous voice, this one so timid it could only belong to someone weak and frail. Someone I could snap like a twig. A nerd no doubt (no offence intended to anyone, trust me, I'm a nerd).
I heard the rustling of cloths and footsteps approaching my resting place, I think I'm lying on a couch, can't be sure though. I tried to be as still as I could, but when rough, calloused fingers pushed into my neck, I snapped. My eyes were open in an instant, I grabbed the intruding hand and shoved my thumb nail into the small space between the two veins in his wrist (if you flex your wrist you can see them, it helps if you bend your wrist toward you).
A stream of cuss words came flowing out of Smokey's mouth.
"Well, she's alive." I heard someone murmur behind me. I jumped and dropped Smokey's wrist like a potato.
The moment I dropped his arm, Smokey leapt at me. I raised my forearm in time to block his knee, but I felt the jolt tremble up my arm to my shoulder. We traded punishing blows, clever feints, and defensive blocks. For each move Smokey employed, I had the perfect counter and vice versa.
We moved across the living room as I gave way, until we passed under the archway that separated the living room from the kitchen. Once there, Smokey grabbed a cleaver and swung it down at me. Dodging away from the lethal arc, I reached for a wooden block that held several carving knives. Smokey brought the cleaver down on the countertop, missing my fingers by less than an inch. Now he blocked the way to the knifes, swinging the cleaver back and forth like a scythe reaping wheat.
By now I was at the sink. Snatching a plate from a drying rack I hurled it like a Frisbee, forcing Smokey to duck out of the way. As the plate shattered against the wall behind him, I withdrew a carving knife like a sword out of its scabbard. Steel clashed against steel, until I used the knife to stab directly at Smokey's stomach. He brought the cleaver down on precisely the place that I held the knife and I had to let go.
The knife was the only sound in the room as it clanked down on the ground.
Smokey leaned in and whispered, "I win."
Then, get this, he bursts out laughing! Who the hell does this guy think he is? The jackass.
I heard a door bang and looked over, which was useless because I was on the ground, in the kitchen and the door was in the hallway off the living room.
"What's so funny?" a vaguely familiar voice asked.
I rose to my feet and stormed into the living room, the moment I entered the room however, cheers erupted.
Okay then..?
I looked up and saw a boy in the hallway, our eyes met.
His eyes were so dark and mysterious, but at the same time kind and warm.
In those implaceable eyes there was a void darker than a starless night.
I guess I had been staring at him for a while because applause broke out again and I flushed, which only made the cheers become louder.
"Oh, shut up," the boy mumbled.
I looked at the ground reluctantly, what the hell is wrong with this picture? I, Maximum Ride, am embarrassed, by a boy. What the f.
The boy, Nicolas I think, cleared his throat. "So what was so funny? I go to the bathroom and everybody laughs."
"Oh nothing much, it's just your girlfriend here is feisty." What did I name that guy again?...Guffy?
I heard Nick, 'Nicolas' is too long, mutter something along the likes of "Not my girlfriend." You got that right buddy.
"Well I don't know about you guys, but I like her." Smokey intoned, but he said the end in a rush so it sounded like "Iliker"
I took an involuntary step back, all these people are starting to give me the willies. (I couldn't think of anything else, sue me. *note sarcasm*)
Some of the guys *cough* Smokey and Gruffy *cough* laughed, while Nick and nerd guy, (I never named him did I? Hmm Smarts, that's his new name) looked apologetic.
"Um, look I don't mean to be rude or anything (well, maybe I do, but still) but why am I here? Oh, and where exactly is here?" I looked at the people in the room expectantly. I swear, if any of you laugh I will rip your head off.
When no one answered I looked directly at Nick and said, "Look Nicolas, I don't give a shit about what the hell's going on, just tell me where the door is."
Once again the whole room burst out in laughter, these people are really starting to piss me off.
"Yeah Nicolas show her the door." Smokey spat out between fits of giggles. Have you ever seen a grown, buff man giggle? I have. It's pretty scary.
"What's so funny about his name?"
"No one calls him that unless they're teasing him." Smarts spoke up.
I decided I like him, at least he answers my questions. I gave him a small smile and walked over to the couch he was sitting on. I sat down and he suddenly became extremely interested in his shoes.
"Well, I don't have a problem with her joining." Gruffy said in a big guy voice. I guess he was the big cheese here. Wait, what am I joining?
Yeah, this one was short and a complete filler. Well, If anyone wants to read my random babbleings go to the URL and type in: .com
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