The Abandonment.
Max ~
Really? Did Iggy finally admit he was over me! Thank the heavens!
"So, after that totally and utterly embarrassing moment for Iggy, who wants to go next. How about you, Angel? Do you want to go. I would go again, but I already used my turn and so did Iggy and Max," Nudge somehow manage to declare through her snorts of laughter.
"Nudge, I wouldn't be to happy just yet. Now that he's over me- thank the heavens - he is going to go after the only other pretty female in the room, and since Angel is too young, that leaves you," I said, smirking.
The look on her face was priceless. It went from total amusement, to absolute horror is less than a second.
Iggy smirked while turning to look at Nudge with his head down and a slightly creepy smile inching up his face. By slightly, I mean: the creepiest thing on Earth times a million. He looked like a total pedophile. Or maybe a pimp?
Nudge backed up to the farthest wall, "Max! If we get out of here without dying, I'm going to kill you!"
"My dear Nudge, we don't know each other well enough to start making threats. How about we finish the game, and then you kill me? Deal?" I asked.
"Sure, whatever. Just get this pedophile out of here!" She yelled as Iggy slowly crept toward her, shuffling his legs along and T-Rexing his arms. He looked exactly like the men from The Creep by The Lonely Island, just without the pencil mustaches.
When I voiced that last opinion out loud, Iggy looked at me with an expression of awe.
"You listen to them too?" He asked in amazement.
I nodded hesitantly.
"Sweet! I take that back! I am so in love with you again!" He yelled.
I groaned to myself, "Nice job, Max."
Iggy opened his mouth to deliver another sexist comment to which I would reply to with a sarcastic comment, but he was interrupted by Angel piping in and saying, "Can I ask the next question?"
"Of course," I said while Iggy said at the sametime, "You just did."
I turned and glared at him, he shrunk away, hands in the air, the universal sign of surrender.
"Go ahead," I urged.
"Umm... Okay. What are your favorite animals? Mine is a bunny because they are so cute and adorable," she said.
"My favorites are dragons and hawks. One, because they can fly and I've always wanted to, and two, because they are fierce, strong, and brave. I think," I chirped.
"I would have to say... dolphins and horses. They are so majestic and graceful. Probably two of the smartest animals. I don't know, I just really like them. I used to have a dolphin necklace that my mom bought me when I was young, but I lost it. Maybe that's why I like dolphins," Nudge declared.
"Raven."
I looked at Fang in surprise. "Hey! You didn't go last this time, and we didn't have to force you!" I exclaimed in surprise.
He shrugged.
"I like snakes," Gazzy stated simply.
"Hmmm... Hard one. Maybe...unicorns? Or, narwhals. Or, kangaroos. I don't know," Iggy said thoughtfully.
"My turn to ask a question! If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be?" Gazzy asked, "I would be a bomb technician. I don't know the names of any but if you don't know a name then the job they do is fine too."
"I would be... Ooh, this is hard. Maybe Mia Hamm because she was one of the best female soccer players ever!" I said.
Nudge answered the question with Angelina Jolie and Angel answered with Sheryl Crow.
Iggy, being Iggy, answered Avan Jogia because I thought Avan was cute.
Fang simply pointed at himself.
"Maximum Ride."
I whipped my head around, craning it through the bars and attempting to see the entrance to our little jail court. I had been so caught up in our game of 20 questions that I hadn't notice a large bulky guard slip through the doorway.
I hadn't seen this one before. He had the mouth of a shark tattooed onto his cheek directly below his cheekbone. He seemed normal compared to the other guards I had seen around the place. Well, as normal as a 500 pound of bulk could be. I'm going to name him Shark, considering the fact he never supplied me with his name.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," I replied sarcastically.
"You are needed in the visiting rooms."
"What for? Ooh! Is Barney here? I love Barney! I love him, he loves me. We're all happy cellmates... Wait, that doesn't rhyme."
"Neither does your face and my fist, yet they go perfectly well together," he retorted while punching in the password to unlock my cell's door. After typing in the password, he placed his hand on the scanner and inserted a key into the lick. What can I say? These people are very complicated.
"Aw, were you just complimenting my singing and rhyming skills. As much as I appreciate that, I can't say I enjoy the thought of your dirty fist all up in my delicate little face. How about we my dirty knee all up in your delicate little... you know," I replied innocently.
"Ooh, somebody's feisty. You would want to feel me down there, wouldn't you babe?"
The door had finally been opened and Shark's hand was immediately clamped down on my arm.
He sneered and licked his lips.
"You wish!" I resisted the urge to back away from him, instead standing my ground and attempting to pull my arm away.
"Hey! Let go of her!" Nudge yelled.
"Hmm.. I don't think so. Oh, and for the record. My little baby isn't delicate at all. In fact, at the moment, it's harder than your pretty little ass.
"Let go of me," I snarled deathly calm. I had given up struggling long ago because clearly his asteroid sized muscles weren't going to let me go.
"No."
"She said, let go," Fang said, his voice full of malice, low and threatening. He crept up behind me, his fists clenched by his side. His eyes, full of anger and hate, looked Shark dead in the eye. I flinched away.
"What are you going to do about it, punk?"
I barely had time to react before Fang's fist launched itself at my captor, immediately forming contact with his nose. A loud crunch filled the otherwise empty room.
"Yeah, Fang!" Nudge screamed.
"You fucking little bastard!" Shark yelled, releasing my arm and throwing himself at Fang. Fang sidestepped out of the way, shoving his elbow into Shark's neck as he flew past him and landed on the floor where Fang used to be.
Two more guards came running in just as Fang pounced on Shark. They grabbed his arms and yanked them behind his back. Fang grimaced, but his face remained as impassive as ever.
Shark pushed himself up off the floor, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, "You, boy, are going to pay for that!"
He drew back his arm and punched Fang in the stomach. I could hear the breath whoosh out of him as he crumpled forward, struggling to regain his breath.
"Stop," I yelled, "Don't touch him!"
"What are you going to do about it, bitch?" He glared at me. He forgot Fang for the moment, but he continuously pressed closer and closer to me. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my ground, straining to keep a straight face.
He shoved his face right up against mine, his fingers trailing down my cheek while his lips curved upward in malicious smile.
He brought his lips closer, his breath fanning across my face, making me gag. Just as his lips were about to reach mine, I turned my head away.
His hands gripped my waist as he began nibbling on my ear. The air flowing out of him as he whispered was hot and sticky, "You like this don't you, bitch?"
I shook my head and struggled against his grip, but his hands held on tighter. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Fang trying his hardest to break free from the two guards that were pinning his arms against his back.
"Get away from me," I said in the most threatening voice I could muster.
"What if I don't want to?" He answered, yet he pulled his face away from mine, his hands still resting -more like clamping- on my waist.
"Agent 32! What do you think you are doing to the prisoner?"
The hands from my waist quickly disappeared.
"Nothing, sir. At least, nothing that the girl didn't want, sir," Shark or Agent 32 replied, winking at me.
I groaned.
"You two! Hands off the prisoner," the voice said again just as Fang's captors released him. He turned and snarled at them.
The voice belonged to a man standing by the entrance to our cell. He wasn't big, but he wasn't skinny either. He had blue eyes and a buzzcut made up of dark brown hair. From the way Shark looked at him -with fear and respect-, I could tell he was pretty high up the ladder at this place. His voice was powerful, full of authority and confidence, as was his being. Everything about him echoed 'give me respect or die.' From his pristine, ironed clothes, to his designer shoes.
"Maximum Ride. Come with me," he said, staring straight at me, before turning to the 3 baboons that tried to kill us, "You three will be punished for your treatment towards the prisoners. Report to the debriefing room, immediately."
"Sir, yes, sir!" They saluted before running out.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.
"To the visiting quarters. There are some people who want to see you."
"Can Fang come?" Where that question came from, I have no clue, but as soon as I said it, I was glad I did. After standing up for me while Shark practically raped me, he'd earned my respect and it felt nice having him around.
I could feel his presence directly behind me. The warmth radiating off of him, flowed through me. I shivered, letting the heat soak through me. And remember... he wasn't even touching me yet.
"Will he be obnoxious, reckless, and stupid?"
Fang shook his head.
"Okay, then he can come," Mr. Man said.
He walked out the cell door and into the court. Fang and I trailed behind him cautiously.
"Don't kill yourself, sweetie!" Iggy called out from behind me.
"Don't worry me and focus on that beauty sharing the cell with you. When I come back alive," I emphasized, "you'll probably be dead."
I heard a girly shriek behind me as I continued walking, and something tells me, that wasn't Nudge.
I continued down the corridor away from our little court, following Mr. Man with Fang trailing behind me. He better not be checking out my ass because saving my skin from a rapist or not, I will cut him.
Glancing back at him, he had his hands in his back pockets and his head turned toward the floor, his hair obscuring my view of his face.
2 minutes later: "Are we there yet?" I asked.
"No."
4 minutes later: "Are we there yet?"
"No."
8 minutes later: "Are we there yet?"
"No."
11 minutes later: "Are we there yet?"
"No."
12 minutes later: "Are we there yet?"
"NO! And stop asking before I cut off your mouth and sew it to a tree!"
If anyone else had said that, I would have taken it as an idle threat and brushed it aside, but the power and strength radiating from Mr. Man's voice combined with his glare turned me into mush.
I squeaked out a little okay and continued silently down the winding hallways.
The pace at which Mr. Man was going at was excruciating. Every one step I took, he took 3 strides that were much larger behind.
Eventually, I gave up trying to keep up with his walking and began to jog alongside him. Fang koined me, looking very much at ease with the whole situation but still blank and dead.
"Okay, we're here."
"Fina-fucking-lly!" I shouted, pumping my fists in the air.
Mr. Man led us into an tiny white room with a single table and a window large enough to cover almost one entire wall. There was a broken glass lamp dangling above the table, but other than that, there was nothing else. No dirt, no mud, no cracks... Nothing.
"You two stay here while I get your visitors." With that Mr. Man walked out, shutting the door behind me and Fang.
I plopped down on the table, and Fang mimicked me.
"So... " I started, swinging my legs underneath the table, "What do you think we're doing here?"
He shrugged. Typical.
I let my legs swing a little more, the silence comforting me. It wasn't awkward like most silences are, it was just... there.
Just then, four faces appeared on the other side of the glass wall. One, was Mr. Man. The other three were... my mom, dad, and sister?
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked them, pressing my face up against the glass.
"We needed to tell you something," Mom said.
"What? Are you guys going to bail me out or something?"
"No, we're not going to bail you out. In fact, we're going to leave you here for your 5 years of prison time."
"Why?"
"Because," Ella piped up," you ruined our lives. I have no friends anymore because I'm 'the girl who's sister is a murderer' and none of the girls' parents want them to hang with me. Dad and Mom were fired from their jobs, we lost our house and all of our friends rejected us."
What?
"We decided it would be better if you stay here," Dad added.
"Yeah, that way we don't have an extra mouth to feed."
I felt my eyes starting to burn, pricked by unshed tears, but I refused to break. First my boyfriend was taken away from me, then my old life, and now my parents. This was too much. The tears started to stream down my face. I turned away from the mirror and back to Fang, burying my face into his shoulder.
He awkwardly put his hands around me and patted his back. If I was in a better mood, I would have been utterly embarrassed, but right now, I didn't care.
I released all the tears inside me. His heartbeat thrummed throughout his chest. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. It was relaxing, smooth, and calming, but it was also strong and... unbreakable.
I wiped the tears away, glancing up at Fang's face with a soft but sad smile on my lips. His eyes were slightly wider than usual indicating his surprise.
I turned back towards the window. "Fine. Go ahead and leave me here. Abandon me. I don't care. I would have been broken up over the fact, but today I met 5 other kids who have faced much worse. And, believe it or not, these kids have become my family. You guys can leave now, and don't even bother coming back. After today, you will never have to see my murdering face again. Does that make you happy? It should! I don't have time to be broken up over you, so take your sorry asses and get out of here!"
By the end of my rant, I was panting and glaring at them. Their faces mirrored the same shock and surprise that Fang's face had shown when he held me, but theirs was a more magnified version.
Literally. Theirs eyes were practically bulging out of their heads and their jaws hung limp at the ground.
I laughed a cold, hard, cruel laugh. "I said, get your sorry asses out of here! Didn't you understand what I said? Or are you guys so stupid that in addition to giving up your daughter, you also gave up the knowledge to the English language.
"We're just leaving. Bye, Max," my father called out behind him as he shuffled his family -not including me- outside the door. Mr. Man looked at me. Nothing on his face. Just like Fang, but on Fang it looked sexy and mysterious. Mr. Man, not so much.
"What?" I asked him politely.
"Nothing. You just surprised me, Maximum. You will be very useful to our organization," he mumbled the last part under breath while stroking his chin in a thoughtful fashion.
"What?" I asked again, this time in confusion.
"Oh, nothing important. Come, I need to drop you back to your cell."
"Right away, sir!" I saluted. "Can we pick up some pizza on the way. Round table, pepperoni preferably, but I can eat anything. I'm not picky."
Exactly 13 minutes and 46 seconds later, Fang and I were back in our cell with the door shut and locked behind us.
I know the exact time because I was counting the seconds. That was how bored I was. I plopped down on Fang's bed -the bottom bunk which he stole from me- and sighed. "Well, that suck."
He nodded.
"I mean seriously. What kind of parents abandon their daughter for making an accident. If ever parent did that, then all the children in the world would be parentless." I laughed, the same laugh my parents heard.
"You okay?" His voice was laced with a hint of worry.
"Mostly, yeah. It's just kind of depressing knowing your parents are still alive and they don't want you."
"Mine are alive."
I looked at him with shock. "Wait, your parents are alive? Then why are you still here? Shouldn't they bail you out?"
"They hate me." He shrugged indifferently.
"How could they hate you? Nobody could hate you. You're sweet and nice.. " I trailed off in embarrassment.
"Assassin." He reminded me, pointing at himself.
"Oh yeah. Well, thanks for being there for me and for getting that creepo rapist off me."
"Anytime."
He walked over and squeezed my hand lightly before climbing up to the top bunk. Did he just let me have his bed? I shook off the surprise I felt, but there was still a little bubble of joy filling my heart. Along with something else. Care? Happiness?
I yawned. Tucking myself underneath the covers, I rested my head on the pillow. The pillow which his ass was on. I giggled a little before yawning again.
Seconds later, I was fast asleep; a smile on my lips and my mind on the black haired boy above me.
Maybe jail wouldn't be so bad.
Chapter 10 complete.
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