A/N I am so BORED. I don't have my iPod Touch for a whole FREAKING WEEK!

Iggy: He is really freaking out.

Me: No one asked you Iggy!

Iggy: :P

Me: Don't make me send Max after you.

Iggy: [Pales]

Me: That's what I thought. I don't own Maximum Ride!

"Will you stop making out so we can go." Iggy said bringing us out of the kiss. I swear he always knows when we're kissing and always breaks us up. But in the end Iggy will be Iggy. Right away Max lifted her new gun up and took aim at Iggy. I have to say when she had a gun she was really bad ass. Then she pulled the trigger expressionlessly. It nicked the top of Ig's head and he freaked out and ran. I could get used to this I thought.

~Next Day Fang~

Wow. When Max walked into Dr. Martinez's house with her a gun Dr. M flipped out.

~Flashback~

"That was such a long fight," Max said, "Not to mention I was the only one fighting!"

"Sorry but I was to shocked at your new skill." Ig said apologetically. Iggy now had a little path through the middle of his hair where Max shot him.

"Guys what took you so long to get back; Ella and I were worr..." Dr. Martinez started to say while walking in. Bad thing was she was carrying this huge pie and when she saw Max holding that gun she dropped the pie and just stared at the gun.

"Max what is that." She questioned in disbelief. I took in Max's appearance. Blood was splattered all over her clothes and her gun and to my disbelief she was actually whining earlier about how she was going to clean it as soon as we got home because it was bloody and dirty.

Her eyes sort of flickered as if a hidden fire appeared. "Well you see mom it's a Famas, made last year, and from the shape it was in it badly needs cleaning. It holds 7.62x51mm NATO rounds, which aren't a bad size but..."

"I know what it is! But why do you have it!"

"It's MY GUN!"

"You can't have a gun your 15!"

"Watch this!" Now I was kinda scared as to what Max would do. She held it up, took aim at bottle of perfume, and fired. I'll tell you it would have been hard for a military sharp shooter to hit this. It was one of those small trial sized ones and it was all the way acrossed the room and she still hit it. Dr. Martinez's eyes went so wide they almost pooped out. She then preceded to faint.

~End of Flashback~

It wasn't until that morning that Dr. M actually woke up. She walked into the living room where Max and I were sitting in the love seat.

"Max I had the weirdest dream. You had a gun in it."

"Mom I do have a gun and after you passed out I was finally able to clean it and I was right it was in bad shape but it's all fixed up now."

"Max you can't have a gun!"

"Do I need to give another demonstration again." Max replied perfectly calm.

"Your 15!"

"I need it to protect the flock! Who I have raised since I was 12!" Dr. Martinez seemed to have dropped the subject after that.

~2 hours later~

~Max~

After the response I gave her she seemed to have stopped trying to seize the gun from me. In fact, later she got me targets which I was now firing at. But for some reason I can't hit them; I keep missing my targets.

"Why can't you shoot them?" Fang asked as he walked up and witnessed me completely fail.

"I don't know." I said clearly frustrated at my sudden loss of skill. "Stand in front of that target!" "Now!" I yelled when he didn't move. I could read mortal terror in his eyes.

"What are you, scared?" I mocked at him.

"Yes."

"You don't trust me?"

"Not at the moment." I aimed at him.

"Now!" I commanded. He walked over to the target and stood right in front of the bulls-eye. I felt some kind of sense roar up inside of me and recognized it as the same feeling I had last night. So I closed my eyes and I actually heard him gulp. I fired some rounds and the NATO bullets pierced holes in the target. I opened my eyes half expecting Fang to be dead, but there was holes surrounding him, all exactly a quarter inch away from his body. When he moved and looked at the target he paled when he saw a perfect outline of him made of bullet holes.

"You go from not even hitting the target to doing that with you eyes closed!" He said astonished.

"Yep." I said as I ripped open the door and walked inside to the kitchen table. I plopped in my seat and started cleaning while Fang stood and watched as I cleaned the barrel and proceeded to clean the trigger manifold with precision and speed. After I finished I stored it away.

"So what do you want to do now, Fang?" I noticed that feeling disappeared and I assumed full bodily control again, it was so weird how this whole gun thing worked with me.

"Fly?" he offered.

"Sure."

After about a hour of flying I felt like we were being watched and I felt that weird sensation again.

"Fang we're are currently being aimed at by an enemy that is using a standard Barrett 50 caliber model 82A1 with hollow point rounds and with the current outcome resulting in our immediate termination. To fix this adjust you current trajectory down by 10 degrees and after you feel the graze of the bullet turn 157 degrees west at full speed stick your feet down and you will make contact with his chest." Fang for a moment just stared at me but then nodded. He did exactly what I told him and soon we had the target on the ground with shock in his eyes. I grabbed the sniper rifle.

"You have exactly 42 seconds to run for your life before I shoot." He sprinted and I layed down and took aim. 42 seconds past and I fired. The bullet, if had been a standard Barrett round would have passed through the back of his head and back out between his eyes; the bullet was hollow point so it kind of peeled and crumpled and to make it short fell apart inside his brain. I stood up mercilessly and walked over to him. I knew he was alive still, barely. Fang thought he was dead.

"Why are you going over their he is already dead?"

"No, he isn't dead, the bullet fell apart inside his brain and he is barely hanging on."

"Who do you work for!" I said kicking him awake.

"Itex sent me." he said his breathing and pulse quickly slowing down.

"Damn it I am not done with you so you better stop dying!" I kicked him again. But this time so hard he did a midair flip. I took out a knife and made several slashes on his chest. Fang started to back up, clearly disgusted of me. The enemy then died.

"Fuck I told him to live! I wasn't done with him yet!" I screamed.

"What the hell Max, how could you become so cold blooded and ruthless I mean look at his body!"

"I needed information from my newly acquired target!"

"So he was still a living being!" I noticed he was so angry and disgusted with me that he was shaking.

"Fang he was going to kill us." My weapons skill starting to recede. And then regret washed over me. Fang noticed the regret and now stood thinking very hard.

"Max what did you feel as you did those horrible things to him?" It dawned on me.

"Nothing." I said clearly, "He was just a target, one that I needed information from." Max you disabled you conscience as soon as he aimed at you. The voice said. I repeated this new information to Fang.

"I turned off my conscience Fang."

A/N Duh duh duh! Max is starting to realize her past! Yay! Which is obvious, at least to me. So R&R or I'll send Max after you! Iggy would tell you to review but he's to scared! Lol.

Iggy: I am not!

Me: Yes you are! Bye my readers!