Note: This is an edited version of the unfinished rip-off story Demonic Maxwell (it was a rip-off of the story Demonic Yoshi, which I never read), but since not much people enjoyed it, I decided to make another version of it. Don't expect the same things to be there, however. I've made a few twists and erased all blood-and-gore scenes to give this story less of a horror mood. Hopefully my edit will be a success.

Oh yeah, since school has started (and it tends to give me a crapload of homework), updating this story might be a bit slow. If you like it, try to be patient for the other chapters to be posted.

Disclaimer: Besides some name changes and plot twists edited from "Demonic Maxwell" AND a title change ("Mad Maxwell"), I own absolutely nothing in this fanfic.

CHAPTER 1

"Uh-oh... guys I think you better check this out."

In the Ham-Ham clubhouse, Boss just called everyone to the new hamster television Panda built for the clubhouse. Even Snoozer, who was mostly asleep, turned around silently and listened to what was going on. On the television was the hamster-exclusive HNN (Hamster News Network) channel and something caught the attention of Boss. On the screen was a blond hamster with an orange HNN cap and a microphone.

"Hello. I'm reporter Ace Wilson, here reporting breaking news from HNN. A hamster, named Sky, is currently being searched for by police officals after being lost by his owner. According to the owner, Andreas Dilent, he took his hamster near this bridge behind me. camera zooms in to show close-up of bridge and police surrounding it As Andreas sat down, he placed his hamster on the grass, assuming that his hamster would stay where he was. Apparently, things went wrong, for after 5 minutes, Andreas stood up and saw no sign of Sky. All he saw was a crack in the bridge, but didn't have any care. When getting to his house and telling his parents about, a citizen Ham, Lacey, overheard the owner's problem and immeditately informed HNN about this. We then contacted the local Hamster Police Orgaization about the situation and now they're here interviewing Lacey about what he heard and investigating the crack on the bridge, which is said to lead to the inside of the bridge. Police think the inside leads to the answer of this new case. More on this story coming up."

Boss then used the remote to turn off the TV. He turned around to all the worried hamsters to say something about the report.

"Ham-Hams, yeah that bridge is a bit far from here, but I agree with the report: do not go near it! That freak could still be near that area and I don't want any of us becoming the next victims!"

"Boss, don't say that!" Pashmina said, trying to calm down Penelope, who was scared by Boss's words and started to cry.

"We've only on that bridge like, what, twice?" Stan calmly said. "That area's not that important anyway, so what's the worry?"

"What's the worry? I do NOT want any more hamsters being taken by whatever freak's out there! We can't let ourselves be fooled by him! We've now got to be in serious alert!"

"Boos, calm yourself!" Dexter immediately said, silencing Boss. "I appreciate the fact that you're attempting to protect us, really, I do, but the chances of us being ham-napped are actually quite low. Most of the time, we're together and if we do split apart, we're still near the clubhouse! That's what you always tell us to do, right?"

Instead of continuing tghe argument, Boss just let out a huge sigh and sat back on his chair. "I guess you're right. I really gotta stop overreacting. Oi..." While wiping his forehead, he noticed Maxwell pacing himself around the room, his head on the ground with a look that showed you he was thinking about something. As Boss saw him, the others turned around and noticed him too.

"Max?" Boss asked. "Anything wrong?"

Maxwell stopped where he was and turned to Boss. "Actually, yes." Maxwell said, trying to sound somewhat calm, but still letting out a bit of a stutter in his response. "Have any of you seen Sandy?"

"Hmm... good question." Boss answered, now a bit concerned about this new situation.

None of the other Ham-Hams have seen Sandy either. Not even Stan. They only shook their heads to Maxwell, making his head and ears droop.

"She should be here by now," Stan said with a baffled look. "I don't get it. Today is always a free day for her since her owner leaves the house. Why would she not be here with us? I'm gonna have to talk to her when I see her!"

"Hmm... should I go to her house and see what's going on?" Maxwell suggested, his mood finally uplifting after thinking of an idea.

"Yeah!" Stan yelled out. "Please! I'm actually starting to get worried about her!"

"What is this!" Howdy blurted out with his trademark accent. Suddenly, everyone looked at Howdy with annoyed looks. "Stan, the macho-ham, is gonna cry 'bout all this! Come on, Stan, if yer gonna feel so sad, you gotta cheer up! How's about this ol' quotey: 'When in doubt, pinky out'!" Howdy then, like he said, put his pinky out for everyone to see clearly. "Now imagine the pinky is Sandy! Looky there, she's now right next to ya, he he hee!"

The Ham-Hams were now both confused and severely annoyed by Howdy and his constant attempt to make a joke. For them, the jokes make no sense and are just complete garbage.

"Honestly, Howdy, you're why I can be ashamed to step into this clubhouse." Dexter said in a cocky. This angered Howdy.

"HUH! Say that again! SAY! THAT! AGAIN! I dare ya! I double-dog dare ya! Say that one more time!"

"Oh, forgive me, Howdy." Dexter simply said. "Of course, I know my quotes, too: "When in doubt of luck, pinky out... AND PLUCK!"

Dexter suddenly brought his pinky to the air and started to flick it onto Howdy's face.

"AGH! Stop that, it hurts!" Howdy yelled out. "Get away!" Howdy started to run as Dexter started to chase him, with them yelling at each other more threats. The rest of the hamsters just stared with rolling eyes. They were also annoyed by the rivalry between Dexter and Howdy. They wish more peace could go on between them, but what's the use of dreaming about it when there are no signs of their rivalry stopping?

"Well, guys, I'll be goin' now." Maxwell said to the hamsters, now ignoring Howdy and Dexter.

"All right, take care, Maxwell!" Boss said.

"You get my sister quickly, you hear?" Stan yelled out, his paws over his mouth, like Maxwell was far away.

Maxwell waved a goodbye to his Ham-Ham friends and strolled out of the clubhouse. His mind was now set on Sandy. He was still confused on the fact that she didn't come to the Ham-Ham Clubhouse. She was always here on Wednesdays since she gets more free time with her owner, Hillary, staying after school for athletic rehearsals.

" Sandy..."

Sandy was the only one who truly made Maxwell happy. The way she smiled, the way she talked, the way she could gracefully twirl... everything about her amazed Maxwell. He was in love with her and always dreamed of the day they became a couple. This thought quickened Maxwell's pace as he headed to Sandy's house.

It was a gorgeous afternoon setting made by nature. The sun was still shining brightly, the grass flowed gently with the soft wind, and birds filled the air with music that added the finishing touch to the masterpiece that surrounded Maxwell. He thought if this as a sign that today would be the day that he would be brave enough to tell Sandy about his feelings for her. He soon joyfully ran across the park, feeling like something exciting was going to happen. He couldn't wait to get to Sandy's house to talk to her. He then forgot about bringing her to the clubhouse. He just wanted to be with her. Just him and her.

But soon, he immediately stopped. The happy and lively atmosphere inside Maxwell was broken by a strange scent. Maxwell started hiff-hiffing to find out what it was and where the source was.

"Smoke..." Maxwell said to himself, wondering why there would be smoke on a day like this. "But this isn't barbecue smoke... that's the kind from a... a fire!"

Soon Maxwell's feelings changed to a mood of concern and he started to follow the scent, which was strangely leading directly to Sandy's house. He started to run, his pace speeding up as fast as his heart rate. He made a turn and saw what caused the smoke. His fast heart rate just then seemed to stop in an instant.

Where Sandy's house was supposed to be was only a huge pile of ash with a line of smoke rising from the pile. Furniture was seen on complete disordered sides, all flipped, destroyed, and burnt to a crisp. No part of the house was standing, not even the wood that the flames didn't catch completely. This horrific sight possessed Maxwell and caused him to just go down to his knees on the ground.

"AAUUUUGGGHHH!"

His lungs carried out a huge scream that could be faintly heard throughout the entire town. He couldn't believe that it was Sandy's house burned to mere crumbles. Immediate concern soon came to him. What was he doing on the ground just staring at a burning house? What about Sandy? Did she maybe survive or did she...

Maxwell ran to the house and then around it, trying to find some clues about the whereabouts of Sandy. After desperate searching, all he found was a blue book partially burned and the pages open, like someone was reading it. He looked at it and realized that there was writing. It was Sandy's handwriting. Maxwell hastily picked up the book and read the last page with writing thoroughly:

"April 27

Dear Diary,

Ugh. This day already has been a drag, which is why I'm already writing to you at noon. Hillary discovered that I can get out of my cage easily, so she put a lock on the cage door, so now there's no way I can go to the clubhouse! What am I supposed to do for the next 5 hours!

I won't even be able to meet Maxwell...great, now I feel like I deserve all this boredom since I can't ever tell him my secret. Why must secrets like these be so embarrassing to say?

You know what, Diary? Today's the day. I've been a wimp for too long. I promise you today that I'm gonna tell Maxy that I lo..."

The rest was a scribbled line and burn marks. Maxwell was now crying more than ever. He now knew that Sandy really did love him, but from what it looks like from the book, she's dead. Gone from Maxwell forever.

"Why you, Sandy? Why?" Maxwell managed to whimper out of himself. It seemed like his very purpose of life was now gone. He didn't know what to do now. His love was gone and there seemed to be a dead end in his future. He started to hyperventilate. His mind was going chaotic, a message in there saying, "Why? Why?" Everything became blurred and distorted. Time was going crazy, spinning at a speed none could record. The ground melted and started to take Maxwell with it. Everything was about to go into complete darkness when suddenly...

...Maxwell got out of his crazed state when in realism he saw something. All he saw was a black silhouette that resembled a hamster and it was moving away from the burned house quickly. Soon Maxwell was now filled with anger.

Maybe that hamster burned down the house! It was he who decided to kill Sandy! With thoughts of fury roaring through his head, Maxwell then abruptly ran to the running silhouette, hoping that it would lead him to the whereabouts of Sandy... if she isn't really dead.

No...The thought of death couldn't cross Maxwell's mind. He only wanted to think that she was ham-napped and that there was a way to save her. He wanted her back, even if it meant his death.

So what do yuo think so far? Awesome? Good? Needs improvement? If you've read it, please review. I can use your reviews to help me out on the continuing chapters to make the story better!

Course, I hope I can get the next chapter up in a reasonable time...