Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Maximum Ride characters. TT_TT
AN— Sorry to those of you reading this story. High school... It's something new. Too much stuff going on. Anyway enjoy.
"I need an external automated defibrillator," I said as we flew through the air. We were heading back to Dr. martinez's house.
"What for?" Max asked. I explained the tracking devices.
"To get rid of them we need to electrocute it with a strong enough current," Travis said flying forward, lining up with Max and I.
"Are you joking?" Fang exclaimed.
"No. We don't want to be tracked," I said.
"Tyler, I understand," Max said. "My mom might have one at home. We'll ask her."
A girl who looked about my age stood on the front lawn as we touched down to the grass. "Ella!" Max yelled excitedly. She ran over and hugged her, picking her up off the ground.
"Hey Max!" The girl said hugging her back.
Turning around to face us, Max introduced us to her. "This is Ella. She's my younger sister."
"Does she have wings too?" Grace asked. I mentally slapped her. That was dropping the question too early.
"Uh, no."
"You have quite a party today Max. Mom only told me that you had four guests not eight," Ella said.
"They were retrieved from a place like the School," Max explained.
I nodded, then noticing a familiar smell in the air. Showing no self-restraint I ran into the house. "Cookies!"
The group followed behind me excitedly. I sat myself down at the counter. Dr. Martinez was pulling a tray out from the oven and set it down on the counter. I immediately grabbed a cookie. "No, wait!" Dr. Martinez yelled urgently, as I took a bite out the cookie.
"What? Oh! I'm sorry! I forgot to ask you first. They just smelled–"
"Your back!" she yelled embracing me in a hug, after running around the counter.
"Yep," I answered, eating the cookie I held in my hand.
"What's a cookie?" Travis asked, sitting down at the counter on a stool beside me. I watched as The Flock's jaws dropped. Dr. Martinez's jaw dropped too, but I wasn't sure whether it was for the same reason. I wasn't quite as surprised. They were trained to be war machines after all.
"Who are these four?" Dr. Martinez asked looking at all the kids in her house. "They look exactly like the rest of you."
"They're their twins!" Gazzy said excitedly. "They kick Eraser butt too!"
"I'm glad you guys all made it back okay!" Dr. Martinez exclaimed hugging all of us.
Our twins introduced themselves and afterward each helped themselves to a cookie.
"These things are so good!" Travis yelled helping himself to a few more.
After all the cookies were gone I mentioned the trackers.
"No! No, no, no!" Dr. Martinez yelled obviously disagreeing. "You are not going to electrocute yourselves."
"Dr. Martinez, this is something we have to do," I said trying to explain the situation.
"We can handle it," Travis said. "We've been electrocuted before in the Lab."
"You don't get a say in this. It's either with your supervision or without," I stated.
"Defibrillators are meant to restart your heart!" she argued.
"I could probably set the defibrillator to a lower setting," Nudge piped in.
"So?" I asked Dr. Martinez. "If you won't let us use yours, we'll use other means to electrocute ourselves."
"Fine," she agreed grouchily. She returned shortly holding an automated external defibrillator.
She handed it to Nudge who pushed a few buttons. She handed the device back to Dr. Martinez. "Its all set," Nudge said.
"I'll go first." Travis said stepping in front of me.
"B-but—" I started.
"No buts. I'm first." He sat down on the couch and placed his right arm on the table in front of him. "The tracker is located in our right arms so it's best to electrocute it directly." Dr. Martinez set the defibrillator down on the table and hooked up two electrodes to his arm.
"I'm going to count to three," Dr. Martinez said. "1, 2, 3." She pushed a button and I watched Travis' right arm tensed up, muscles bulging slightly. I could see the worried faces of the Flock. Travis' face went blank. I sat down on the couch next to him, grabbing his hand.
"Woah!" Travis said shaking his head. "The tracker is fried." He stood up and flexed his fingers.
"How do you know?" Max asked.
"I can just tell."
"Alright! I'm next!" I sat down on the couch and reached out my right arm.
"Your not going to ask him how it felt?" Gazzy asked.
"Nah, I'm not worried." I placed the electrodes on my arm. "Ready."
My world went blank. I felt the same as I did the one night I dreamed of Hyperion. None of my senses seemed to work. I was in a sea of blackness one again, with only two silver, metal doors in front of me. I walked to the door on the left and peered in. It was the scene of me, as a fetus, in the lab. My previous vision. I closed the door, having already seen that scene and opened the other.
I walked through the door and was greeted with another seen from the lab. Scientists were gathered around a screen showing a map with six dots. "Experiments G1905 and G1904 just disappeared of the grid. Their trackers have been disabled," A scientist said, scribbling on a clipboard. "Send a report to the Boss. We're loosing our hold on the experiments. Request the Nullifiers."