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The Director was sitting at her desk waiting for her meeting with Jeb. She had many things to discuss with him, but the most important was Max. Marian had to give some props to Max; she was smarter than anyone would have thought. She was able to withstand enormous amounts of pressure, she could think on her feet and she was one of the strongest people Marian had ever known. But that didn't change the fact that this agency needed her dead, hell the whole world needed this girl dead.

Dr. Janssen sat at the table reviewing all the records of Maximum Ride. She soon got tired of seeing the girls progress- if you could call it that. Max hadn't put any of it together. She didn't see that Itex wasn't the bad guy… quiet the opposite. In Marian's eyes Max was the bad guy, that's why she needed to be killed. There was a problem when she was produced and made into a hybrid. The girl's body reacted strangely, which is why they put the chip in her arm.

The chip relates everything going on in Max's body and allows her father to have communication with her. It can also regulate the girl's body, returning it to normal when it gets too worked up. Jeb was to be monitoring her brain and thoughts, and report back with any news. Lately it had been starting up again, which is why Dr. Janssen needed to stop her before anything gets worse.

There was a slight knock on the door before it opened to reveal Jeb, paper work in hand. The man sat down in the awaiting chair and the Director didn't even have to say anything before Jeb began talking, much like everyone else.

"I have given Max the board, she has been told the 'plan.' Even if she does not escape I have full hope that she will start trusting me again. That way I can do my best to spell it out for her," Jeb explained. "I had hoped that by this time in her life she would have figured it out."

"We all had, but she obviously hasn't," Dr. Janssen's voice was cold, it almost made Jeb shiver. "I want her to be kept in a different room when she tries to escape. We need to make it easy for her to figure this out. She needs a mirror, and I want her to be held in the same room as Fang."

"Ma'am, are you sure that's a good idea?" Jeb asked but immediately knew what he had done wrong. The Director glared at Jeb for asking such an absurd question. Why had he even dared to ask her a thing like that?

"It will provoke it and when she realizes she is a danger to those around her she will feel as if she has no other option," Marians voice was outraged and Jeb shrunk back in his chair. Why, why would you ask her such a question? Jeb said over and over in his mind.

"Yes of course," Jeb nodded, trying to calm her down. "I will make sure it happens."

"You certainly will, after all we can't kill her," Janssen said reminding Jeb of past experiences.

Max was no older that four when the first signs of problems had occurred. It is uncertain what happens, none of the scientists can prove anything, but she initially freaks out. Her body goes into a mode where she has no idea what's happening. It can happen when she feels too threatened or when it gets a hold of her. All the scientists in the room ended up dead when she was finished with them. There had been test after test but no one could figure what was going on with her.

They inserted the chip and soon found that Max had split personalities; one that was what everyone saw, and heard and one that was buried down. Now it is believed that everyone in the world has a savage side of them deep down. The side that is let loose with they are frightened of feel threatened. Max's side reacts the same way, but the reactions are more violent than anyone else. She can't maintain control of her self and ends up doing what ever this savage side wants.

The school tried to put Max down after they figured out what was wrong, but nothing could kill her. Her heart would stop but it would soon start beating again after a large flash of white light. Nothing worked.

The scientists decided to mix Max with others like her; maybe feeling emotionally connected with someone would help keep her at bay. It worked for many years and they foolishly thought the threat was gone. Unfortunately there were signs that brought the idea back into consideration. The quicken heartbeat, the hot flashes, the paranoia. All of those were signs that it was back.

Max thought the 'brain attacks' as she calls them are bad and they were made to punish her, but it's the opposite. They help regulate the body when she get's too close to having a break down. Most of the time, Max can't tell when she's about to give in, which is why it's such a surprise when she has a brain attack. But there are the occasional times where she sees a different reflection in the mirror. Jeb remembered a time or two when Max had seen an eraser in her reflection. This was another sign that she was going to have an episode. That's why they tried to work it out through the chip.

The scientists believed that the only way for Max to die, would be if she killed herself, something that would be rather hard to talk her into doing. That is why they were trying to make it as easy as possible for her to understand this whole thing. They believed if she got bad enough, she could destroy the world…

Max:

My head was swimming. I might actually be able to get out of here alive; I might be able to see my flock again. Adrenalin had filled my system, and I was ready. I was ready to escape, to see Fang again. I desperately needed to apologies to him and as soon as I did I got to have another fight with him. It's surprising how reassuring it can be to know that in a few minutes you might actually get to fight with your best friend again.

I re-read the board about fifteen times in my head, just waiting for the time to come. I guess Fang was already out of here and waiting for me. That thought made my heart soar; Fang would be waiting for me to get out of here.

The room was boring. There was nothing for me to do for the two hours time I had to wait until the plan could be put into action. My mind was racing along with my heartbeat. I was suddenly very hot and put my face against the cold marble that made it feel a lot better. There was too much going in my mind, that's all, nothing to worry about. That was what I kept telling my self. Soon I believed it and I started to cool down, and did my heart rate.

Soon with my very acute hearing I heard something. There was a small hum in the air and I had to focus harder to what it was. I made it out to be something talking and after making out three or four of the words I knew what it was. It was Jeb over the intercom. This was where I came in.

I jumped up full of emotion and energy and ran at the door. It didn't take long to get there, after all the room was only about thirteen feet by thirteen feet. I pulled at the door and with a little extra strength it came open to reveal the three flyboys Jeb had recently mentioned. Maybe Jeb was a little more trustable than I previously thought.

I gave one of the flyboys a kick to the chest but, to my surprise, it only took one step back. Maybe this part would be a little harder. I had about a minute and thirty seconds to take these guys out and they seemed like they were new remakes or something.

I punched one in the jaw, pouring as much strength into it was possible, but it wasn't enough. The damn piece or junk simply ignored the blow and punched my in the stomach. I breathed in a sharp breath and tried to ignore the pain flaring in my stomach, easier said that done trust me.

I took a step back, dodging yet another blow from a flyboy. I snapped a kick at the hip of the flyboy and that seemed to do some damage, because it staggered back and seemed to lose the use of one of his legs. Hmm that could be helpful. So whipped around and flung a kick at the attacking flyboy and hit it square in the hip just like the previous one, same reaction. Two malfunctioning flyboys down one to go!!

I gave the last one the same treatment as the other two and started jogging. That's when I noticed that were was an alert sounding in the building. I wonder what that could be about, I thought. The sarcasm in my thought met that of which followed- Oh great!!

A big group of flyboys were heading down the hall to where I was running. We were coming head on and I skidded in my tennis shoes. I looked around, doing a quick 360º. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and I felt suffocated. There was no where for me to go it was either forward, or I climb right back into that room I was just in. I think we all know that wasn't an option. So forward it was.

There were about ten flyboys and the flock would have been able to take them easy, but this was me and only me. That presented some problems, but I was going to fight like hell to get out of here. Nothing was going to change my mind.

I charged at the flyboys and once I reached them I started throwing punches at everything that moved. One of them scratched me on the cheek, and I soon felt a warm liquid fall down my face. In return for the scratch on the face, the flyboy got a nice punch right in the nose. The flyboy flew backwards, and I was surprised at my strength. How did I do that? I asked myself but didn't dwell on that for too long. I had other things to worry about.

I felt something cold wrap around my waist from behind, and I was held tight by a flyboy. That seemed to be their favorite move now a day's wasn't it. I pulled my elbow back and hit the machine in the side, but it didn't have too much of an effect. That was the problem with these stupid pieces of metal. I kicked and squirmed, but it had a strong hold on me, this all sucked!!

I tried to kick as many flyboys as I could before they would hurt me, but that wasn't many. I only sent about three to the floor before one of them punched me in the stomach. I got another hit in the jaw and I thought I might have heard a pop. Let's just say it hurt a lot. I brought my knee up and may have hit it in the off limits zone, but that's what it gets for punching me. The stupid thing returned with a blow to the head, that… well made me dizzy to say the least.

I have to admit I was a little confused now, you know with seeing stars and all, but I got over it. I was getting mad though, really mad. Fang was waiting and so were the kids. I had to get out of here and these stupid machines were getting in my way. I had to get out of here. I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and it soon began to spread. I had a bad feeling about all of this….

AN: Okay I have decided to keep her in there, as you can see. All of this was just an idea that came to me. I hated how JP left a bunch of stuff hanging from the second book so I'm trying to tie it altogether. So this is how Max has to save the world and why she had brain attacks, and why she sees eraser Max in the mirror…

Oh and I'm not turning Max into the bad guy, that would be so stupid… don't worry readers, it will all work out!!