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Matie: I'm sorry but the cliffhanger just won't die. It can't. Believe me; I've tried to kill them. I just modeled those watches off of the kind James Bond uses. I want one too. If only magic author powers worked in real life.
LaovanSVU:I am showing you this chapter. Secretly it makes me happy to make Iggy into, quoted by you, "a douche." Since the only personality Iggy really shows is in book 2, I took some liberties with Iggy.
AmyGriffith:I think mostly the same about Bridgid. She's ok-ish, but I support those Bridgid's worse than Lissa which is saying something fics. Though she kinda-sorta deserves the meanness directed towards her. Thank you for the complement. It made me feel happy.
I will try and update weekly, so I can finish this story. I'm trying to finish this by at least the start of 2012. I'm making a Pokémon story right after this, which will be even longer than this, so I might not write anything Maximum Ride related fics anytime soon.
The mystery POV will be Will's mom's. It's so the next chapter will be longer. More time with the plot.
I don't own Maximum Ride. I own Ren, Will, Will's mom, and the general plot. The wings turn into tattoos idea was mine, the wing idea is James Patterson's.
*Note: Since Iggy and Ren are adopted, they have different last names. Iggy's last name will not be Griffith.
Delia's (Will's mom) POV.
I finally made it to my hotel room after an exhausting plane flight to Montreal, Canada. I happened to get stuck in the middle of the plane; which was the most uncomfortable spot ever! On one side, there was a mother frantically trying to calm down her three triplet boys; who were screaming frantically. On the other side, there was a guy trying to flirt with me. I appreciate that he thinks I'm worth flirting with; but I didn't want him around at that moment.
I kicked off my shoes, went over to the mini-fridge, and brought out a bottle of wine. I only drank a little bit; just to relax. I grabbed the remote control and sat on the bed. I turned on the TV to channel 2, which CBS broadcasts on. [BREAKING NEWS] the headline flashed brightly. Then a male news anchor came on to the screen, stacking his papers neatly.
"There has been a kidnapping Brooklyn, NY. One fourteen-year-old boy has kidnapped a fourteen year old girl. The girl's friend videotaped the whole thing."
I leaned in closer, suddenly interested. "James Ellis (they showed James's (Iggy's) picture) hid behind some crates and captured some video of Erene Princeton getting kidnapped."
Then, a picture of Ren popped up. My eyes widened in shock. How could this happen to someone like Ren? She's such a sweet and spunky girl.
"Will Lewis is the kidnapper. This is the video that James Ellis taped." The news anchor droned on.
"Well,therearealotofWillLewisesaround.It'sjustacoincidencethatmysonisalsonamedWill," I thought nervously. I turned my attention back to the TV, worriedly rearranging things on the coffee table in front of me. I saw a boy's backside and a portion of Ren's face staring out from the space by his shoulder. The boy's gun was pointed at her chest, and he was forcing her to shuffle back, until she finally hit the wall. Then due to a lack of balance, she fell on the floor, holding her wound, in pain. I gasped; my hand flying to my mouth in shock. Who would do something like that?
Then the boy lifted Ren up bridal style, and turned around. I spit the wine in my mouth onto the floor in shock. It was Will! MY Will! I have to do something! Maybe being there will help a little. I picked up the phone and called my boss.
"Hello? Sir? I have a family emergency to deal with. I can't go to this conference, I'm, sorry. Can we reschedule? Ireally have to go; this is important. Ok, I'll see you next week. Goodbye sir."
I put down the phone, put the wine back in the fridge, and turned off the TV. I put my shoes on, grabbed my luggage, and left the room. "I have to go and fix this! My idiotic ex-husband won't, so now I have to." I pulled out my cell phone and bought a ticket on the way to the airport. "I should be there in about five hours. I hope nothing too bad happens before I get there. Well, nothing worse than what has happened already."
Screw the Rules, I have Green Hair!
(Man, I want green hair so bad; I want it more than the money.)
Ren's POV.
I felt something cold on the back of my neck. At the same time as Iggy's face turned pale, I heard labored, almost grunted breathing behind me. Then, Will ripped my watch off, and threw it against the wall. It broke into a lot of tiny pieces, and fell onto the floor; completely destroyed.
"Whoa, what the fuck was that? Do you know what I had to go through to get that watch?"
Will grabbed my bad arm, and angrily splashed hydrogen peroxide onto the wound. I winced very animatedly, cursing in my head at the pain. He then wiped the wound clean, brought out some tweezers, and stuck them in my wound. I winced again, but this time, He sunk them in a little deeper, grabbing onto the bullet. He finallypulled it out, and dropped it into a clear plastic cup. He pulled out some tape and bandages, and started to wrap my arm with it; not too loose, but not too tight. He taped the end together so it would hold, and then kissed it. He then stood up, and walked into the other room.
He turned on the TV, switched it to channel 2, and sat down on the couch. He turned up the volume, and then put the remote down. A commercial for dog food was playing. I guess Will didn't realize I could hear the TV perfectly, and I didn't want tell him that either.
After a minute or two of more commercials, the news finally came on. I heard a male announcer's voice go "Breaking News." I listened a bit more closely, since there was nothing better to do.
"There has been a kidnapping in Brooklyn, NY. 14 year old Will Lewis kidnapped 14 year old Erene Princeton. Her friend James Ellis caught it all on video. Police are stationed outside the residence right now. Here is the video that James Ellis took."
"Wow, I actually have a slim chance of getting out alive, now." I thought grimly. I listened to the video, the memory coming back to me, more clearly than before. I almost started crying as the events of the previous day came flooding back to me.
I snapped out of my scary reverie when I heard the TV being turned off. The silence creeped me out. It was like the calm before a storm; the peace before a war. Will got up from the chair and came into my room. He peeked out the window, and cursed at what he saw across the street. There was an ambulance and police cars all parked around the block, creating a barrier.
Will backed away from the window, and started speaking. "That ass! He makes me want to shoot him."
He started ranting in a normal voice, walking away from his bedroom, and began yelling louder and louder. I started to get a headache, which made me a little nauseated. Then I heard two little words whisper in my head.
"Brace yourself."
"Dad? Is that you?" I thought, looking wildly around hoping I could see him. Then, as Will's voice came closer and closer, becoming louder, I felt the edges of my vision grow dark.
I saw Will walk into the room. The arm that was holding me up grew too tired to sustain my weight, and I slipped; falling onto the bed; surrendering to the darkness. I slipped into unconsciousness, kind of relieved. At least now I could escape this nightmare for awhile.
Shut up, you Fruitcake!
Will's POV. (Really short)
I walked into Ren's room, still ranting about her asshole friend, Iggy. I stopped my one-sided bitching suddenly. Ren's hand slipped, not holding her up anymore, and she fell down, unconscious. The loving side of me took over, and I raced over to the bed. I shook her, frantically calling her name.
"Ren; Ren!" I called. Nothing happened. Then, what we learned at the Infirmary booth kicked in, and I checked her vitals. Her heartbeat was a little erratic, but stable. I checked her wounds too, fearing infection. The bandages on her arm and leg were both full of blood. I sighed, and went to go change her bandages. After I changed the bandages, I plopped onto the couch. I sighed, and put my head in my hands. "I'm starting to regret what I did…"
This chapter is a lot shorter than the other ones. Sorry. It'll be longer next chapter!
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