AN: HOLY CRAP! Finally I had some time to write this chapter!

I apologize it took so damn long. I don't have any extravagant events or a jam- packed social life, just my freaking school!

Ugh, I need a life…

Disclaimer: Do you even read these things? Well just in case, I don't own Maximum Ride.

Chapter 14

Max POV.

If you know anything about me, you'll know that almost anything I get into it all ends in a couple bruises here and there.

We barge into one of the doors in the School. We are attacked right away by fifteen men. My fighting started out a bit rusty, but then I really got into it.

Two of them came at me right away. They try to grab my arms but I jerk back. It takes all my energy to spin my body in a 360 and deliver a powerful roundhouse in one of the men's throat.

Sheer exhilaration flows through me at the familiar feeling of using my body for self-defense. Call me crazy, but it can be pretty fun.

The guy makes a choking sound and stumbles back. I slug the other one in the face repeatedly.

In the split second I had while they recover from my blows, I look over at the rest of my gang.

Iggy seems to be doing pretty well, mercilessly slamming someone's head against the wall. Fang just threw some guy on the ground, knocking him unconscious. Ella and Nudge are sticking together, demanding the men to tell the where Dylan and Angel are while throwing punches.

Gazzy was totally nailing it also; probably ready to kill for Angel.

I'm so proud of-

OW! I got tackled and pinned to the ground.

Note to self, don't get distracted in the middle of a life and death fight.

My arms are held down by the guy's knees above my head. He gabbed my neck and chin and brought his face close to mine.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he growls.

"Uh, well, I'm pretty sure we're trying to escape this hell hole. Shockingly, this isn't exactly The Holiday Inn," I say, my voice choked by his hand tightening around my throat.

He brings his arm back to hit me, but I lift my knee up and slam it in his back. His arches in pain and lets my writs free.

I take this to my advantage, scrambling from under him. I didn't even have time to catch my breath when three men came at me.

I knee one straight between his legs. Another guy tries to punch me, but I catch his arm and swiftly twist it back, making it snap. I deliver a forceful uppercut to the third one, and get a hard kick in the ribs in return.

I let out a grunt from the sudden pain in my midsection.

"Max!" I hear Gazzy scream, "We should split up!"

It's a god idea, but easier said than done. But it's not like we have any other options. Dylan and Angel could be dead by now.

The thought made my chest ache. Or maybe it was because I was just shoved in my chest and knocked on the ground…

I get up, only to be kicked down again. Just brilliant…

"SPLIT!" I holler to everyone, while struggling to resist the pounds to my face.

"A little busy if you didn't notice!" Iggy yells, being practically torn apart by the men. The fight started out with 15 of them, and now there seem to be more that 25.

We are dangerously outnumbered.

The man trying to rip my face off suddenly buckles and falls with a thud. Fang broke his neck with his bare hands. The crack was loud, and the man's scream of agony sent a shiver down my spine.

Fang held out his arm to me and I pulled myself up. I mumble him a thanks, and he gives me an almost-smile. Wow! Progress for the emotionless wall!

I'm relived to notice that Nudge, Ella and Gazzy weren't in the room anymore. They split up and went looking in other rooms for Dylan and Angel. Half the men were gone, probably chasing them.

Iggy Fang and I look like we were just stuffed in a blender, and we didn't feel any better.

I grab one by his shoulders and knee him in the stomach several times.

Fang has one in a headlock. Iggy is slamming a guy with his fists at lighting speed.

After what felt like forever, they were all unconscious. There was silence in the room, nothing except our heavy breathing.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go," I say after a few moments.

The guys nod and we all sprint out of the room. We split up.

I run into every room I see. Some are empty. Others have disturbing experiments…

I barge into the last door in the hallway. A cool air hits my face and my feet sink into a thick, plush carpet. A distant buzz of computers fills the room.

The air smells like fresh paper. Everything is tidy and organized. Files, papers, books, etc.

There are three cages pushed up to the side of the wall. They're empty, but I could tell that someone was in there before.

Bright bloods smears stained the bars. I shudder.

Coming closer I see that the blood drips form a faint trail. I follow it until it stops. I look up, disappointed that I came basically nowhere.

Just rows of computers. Sighing, I turn to go back. Although something stops me. It was something on one of the computer screens.

I look around cautiously, and then slowly come up to it. There is a document signed ~Dr. Martinez . I try to ignore the jolt my body makes at seeing my mother's name. Yes, my mother.

Dear Jeb,

I hope you consider my proposition of taking my daughter back. I'm aware that you have her right now, but I assure you that you won't get anything from her. She's too stubborn to give you any results in your experiments. I miss her more than anything, and demand to see her. You escaped prison, so that says you aren't the clueless idiot I though you were. You can be on my side and listen to what I tell you, or you can go against me. But if you give me resistance, I'll give you hell.

~much love, Dr. Martinez

I didn't realize how hard I was clenching my teeth. This was my mother. The one that trusted Jeb enough to give me to him.

I don't blame her for trusting him. He was her husband, and my father. Although I don't consider him as my father anymore. He lost that name a long time ago.

I let out a shaky breath. What did this letter even mean? Did my mother want me back? Of course she did. She never wanted to leave me.

I was still very young when Jeb took me to a "summer camp". That camp turned out being the school. I was so shocked that my own father was doing this to me. He's a mentally sick man…

"Max!" Nudge bursts into the room.

I jump literally 3 feet into the air. "What in the actual hell! You scared the living crap out of me!" I yell at her.

"Sorry, but we were looking for you. We found Angel and Dylan!" she says.

"Are they ok?" I ask, a little scared of her response.

"Uh, how about you come and see for yourself," Nudge answers.

Oh gosh…

I follow Nudge down the long hallways until we reach a room with a double glass door. We enter, and I find everyone in there.

Many guard men and whitecoats are lying on the ground motionlessly.

Angel has yellow bruises all over her little body. Her eyes are circled with dark rings and her hair looks limp and dark.

Dylan, however, looks much better. He's staring at me intensely. Almost as if I'm prey.

"God Max, you are so beautiful," he breathes.

Uh…

As far as I'm concerned, I look like a deformed monkey covered in dirt, sweat and blood. Yeah, very attractive…

"How about we just get the hell out of here and forget you just said that," I say, carefully picking up Angel.

"He's been saying you're name ever since we found him," Nudge whispers.

"Well that's not creepy at all. I wonder what they did to him." I say quietly.

We all file out of the room, silently praying for a swift and simple get away. We're all beat up and tired and in need of about a ton of food.

Haha! That's funny! A swift and simple get away my ass! I mean, it would absolutely out of this world for something to be easy for us.

"Max, if you don't stop moving right now I will call the guards!" Jeb warns from behind us.

I come to a sudden stop, as does everyone else. Giving Angel to Fang, I threateningly come up to Jeb.

"What. Do. You. Want. You enjoy torturing innocent 10 year olds and teenagers who just want to live?!" I snarl at him.

He gives me a smile and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Sweetheart," he says

I grab his wrist and twist it behind his back, slamming him to a wall.

"Don't you ever touch any of us again, you sick bastard. And never, never call me sweetheart. No matter what you think, you are not my father. You're an asshole who deserves to burn alive," I whisper loudly in his ear as he winces in pain.

I roughly release him and he falls on the ground.

"Lets go," I say.

Everyone follows in silence.

"You and Dylan will make beautiful babies," he croaks after us.

Even though I had no freaking clue what that meant, I just kept walking.

Fang POV.

We finally got out of the School. We had to kick some more ass after Max's little chat with Jeb, but nothing we can't handle.

We took a public bus to a small park. Everyone else was staring at our less than appropriate appearance, but we didn't even care.

Once the sun set, Ella, Gazzy, Iggy, Angel and Nudge feel asleep in seconds.

Dylan however, couldn't stay away from Max. And it bothered me. It bothered me a lot.

"Max, I love you more than you can imagine," Dylan murmurs against her neck, running his fingers along her waist.

She pushed him away.

Is this why Jeb wanted to experiment on Dylan? To do something to make him in love with Max. He could of just saved himself some time and ask me to do whatever he wanted because I love Max.

You're probably like 'WHOA WHAT? SINCE WHEN? AHHHHH!"

Please don't do that by the way…

Anyway, I just decided that I loved her. It just clicked for me.

Oh, when am I going to tell her you ask? Never. I'm going to show her. Ever heard of 'actions speak louder than words'?

Just not now though. She seems a little busy with that dimwit Dylan. Would be a shame if I have to kill him, but I'll do whatever needs to be done to get Max.

Please excuse my rather emotional side. I'm just quite terrified of how I can love a person that hates me so much. Hopefully she doesn't kill me as I try to impress her.

AN: I hope you don't mind Fang's reflection about Max. I just really want him and Max to get married, move to a castle and make beautiful babies already. I WANT TO SPEED UP FAX!

Although their complicated life won't let them do that :(

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