Please read my story Darkness. It's the first Gazzy fic I've seen! A lot of you guessed at I was going to do in this story. How...?
And if you want to know who Auburn-Redx is, she left a comment for the last chapter.
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
August 17, 2010
I'm ready to go insane. Iggy keeps singing Ms. Mary Mac. If I have to here about elephants not coming back till July 4th one more time, some blood is going to be shead.
There is NOTHING to DO in here! I'm about to go insane.
I don't even know why I'm writing in this. I'm just using up Max's pages.
It's like a prison cell. Just like it. Maybe even worse. Two wood boards chained to a wall, where you actually have to climb to get up. Like, standing on my tip toes I can just only lay my hand flat on the board. So if you roll too far in your sleep and fall off, you go splat, and break a few bones. Iggy fell off, but woke up and extended his wings to save him.
We only get two meals a day here. Lunch and dinner. And the meals? Chicken soup. Not even anything to drink, the juice is our liquid.
Our days are filled with nothing more then trying to come up with plans to get out of here. After Iggy got us thrown in this DUNGEON, he might have actually proved himself letting us escape. That is, if Ari hadn't come in. With four of his Eraser friends, all morphed. Two of them had handcuffs.
It reminded me of you're visit, Ella, when you put all that makeup on Max and had to handcuff her to show us. Ah, good times.
But unlike you, they weren't careful putting them on. They just threw our hands back and tossed them on, not caring that it pinched our skin.
"Come with me," Ari said. His friends pushed us forward. They morphed into human form as they walked in the street and shoved us in a black van that the freaky spy/stalkers drive in those weird movies. Ari was in the front seat, his friends in the back with us. He's seven, why do they let him drive?
"Where are we going?" Iggy asked. I shot him a 'don't open your big mouth again' glare.
Ari smiled at us through the mirror. "A place your quite familiar with, actually. I think you call it...the School?"
I gasped. "That place was dystroyed!"
"It was, but my father lead an effort to rebuild it. You actually did us a favor, it's much better than it was before. You'll enjoy this, the dog crates are a size larger."
A few hours and a plane ride later, and we were back in the dog crates. It looked just like it use to, with the same science lab smell that brought back horrible memories.
I don't know what they plan to do here, and I'd afraid to find out.
-Fang
August 17, 2010
I was wrong.
They aren't trying to kill me with cat hybrid. But what are they trying to do? I have no more bird hybrid, I'm 45% cat and 55% human (don't question my math.) I'm the size of a human, with cat ears and face, white and yellow fur that makes me look like a tabby. But I still have a human brain, hands, and feet.
I suddently have a strange cravinng for liver and fish.
I hate fish. (A/N I don't, but if Max was well-fed I'm sure she'd hate fish.)
Too bad I don't have cat claws, that'd be good in fighting. I'd be out of here.
My days are filled with training courses, both for a human and a cat. I can hardly fit in the cat courses. But I've overheard the whitecoats. They said something about 'birdkids.'
-Maximum