A/N: OH. MY. GOD. I'm so sorry that I haven't written for so long? I've been kinda distracted… :) anyway, here's the (hopefully) long awaited posting of Stalker chapter 9. Oh, and I won't be posting on the weekend. I'll be in Montreal at a hockey game. GO HABS GO! Ahem. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway…please read and review! 333

I woke up in a dark metal cage with a raging head ache. It really felt like my head had split in two, so I reached up and felt around my scalp. Luckily, there weren't any cracks or something. Hey, you can never be too sure!

A sudden realization hit me. Crap. I was captured…again. Why did they always have to get me? GOD! Was I really that weak?

"Hello, Ms. Ride." I jumped at the voice. It curled unsettlingly through the thick iron bars that contained me in my own personal prison. I shivered internally despite myself, but I still managed to come back with something.

"Hello asshole."

A man chuckled and stepped out of the shadows.

"Quite the fighter, aren't me Ms. Ride? May I call you Max?"

"Not on your life." The man smiled again.

"I'm afraid that you have not had the pleasure to meet me yet, Ms. Ride." He opened the rusty cage door and walked into the cell in which I was held captive. "You see, I am--"

"Yeah, yeah yeah. I've heard it before. You're a big-shot, undercover mad scientist who plans on taking over the world using me as a secret weapon without anybody else knowing, making it impossible to stop you." I rolled my eyes and let out an exacerbated sigh. His face clouded over in anger, and I saw rage in his eyes.

"Do not underestimate my power, Ms. Ride." He spoke through gritted teeth, "my name is Dr. Chimre, and soon I will control the world." I lifted one eyebrow nonchalantly.

"Uh huh. Sure you will." In a fit of anger he charged at me, spit flying everywhere and his face red. He was going to attack me? Psh. It didn't really matter, because I was ready for him.

His pudgy hands reached for my throat, but I only laughed. Is this guy a threat? Uh, no. not really. I knocked the wind out of him with a single blow in the stomach, hearing him hit the damp floor with a large "oof!". With him out of the way, I noticed happily that he left the cell door wide open. Idiot. I sprinted out into the dark hallway. I waited for sounds of angry Flyboys to come echoing down the corridor. None came. This is too easy! I thought to myself, and continued down the hallway in the pursuit of freedom.

"STOP!" bellowed a voice directly behind me. FLYBOYS! I kept on running.

"STOP NOW, MAXIMUM RIDE! WE HAVE FANG!" I skidded to a halt, and spun around. Now I was surrounded by at least 23 Flyboys and Dr. Chimre was in the middle of the pack.

"What do you mean you have Fang?" I asked unbelievingly. I bet they were just making this all up so they could get me back under control!

"The dark-haired one. We took him the night we took you."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged, "Prove it!" Dr. Chimre's face split into an evil smile.

"But of course. Anything for Ms. Ride." A Flyboy handed Dr. Chimre a small video screen.

"This comes from the boy's cell." The Doctor flicked a switch and the screen immediately turned on. There I could see a cell. It was even worse than mine; with moldy walls and no windows. There was only a little pallet on the floor to sleep on. And, as I looked closer, there was a boy sleeping on it. He seemed to be covered in deep gashes, with blood still seeping out of them. His body was battered and bruised, and his dark hair hung in locks on his pale forehead. There was no doubting it.

"Fang…" I whispered with tears in my eyes. How could they do this to him?

"obviously you don't like to see the boy get hurt. Let's just say that if you escape from here or leave your confinement, he dies."

"You wouldn't dare." Dr. Chimre smiled again, and whispered commands to a nearby Flyboy. The Flyboy ran down the hallway and into an elevator shaft, where he disappeared. I glanced back at the screen. I had failed to notice the arrival of two men in white lab coats in Fang's cell. They were holding sharp, glistening knifes. They walked over to where Fang was sleeping, and positioned their knifes at his bloody throat, ready to kill him.

"No!" I choked.

"One move, Ms. Ride, and you get to see Fang killed right in front of his very eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, I spoke.

"Alright."

"Alright what?"

"I'll stay here."

"Good. Now guard, take this mutant freak back to where she belongs." And then he whispered, making sure that I could hear it, to the guard standing next to him.

"And make sure she doesn't see sunlight for a very. Long. Time."