Prisoner- Chapter 44

I was kicked in the side of my head, which caused me to take a few steps and instinctively put my hand to my cheek. I felt myself bite my tongue during the impact and then tasted the all too familiar taste of blood. My eyes became blurred and my cheek felt like it was on fire and already swelling.

I spat the blood out and sent a glare at my opponent who was returning my glare with one of her own. Her eyes were dark and set on killing me. I could just imagine mine being the same way. After all, we were identical.

Another kick came at my head, but I dodged and planned out my next move.

I placed a punch directly at her temple and seemed to have caught her off guard. She looked basically unaffected and straightened up immediately before charging at me.

I dodged and she charged again. After getting out of the way a few times I tripped on my own feet giving her time to tackle me and she did just that.

I was knocked to the ground and my breath left me on impact. I felt like my body was going numb, but I know that was just the fatigue catching up with me. I was lying there sucking in air as quick as it came. I turned so I was lying on my side and scuffled to my hands and knees, but was met with a kick to the side.

I flopped back down on my back and was sure that it would be pretty badly bruised tomorrow, assuming I lived through this fight.

She kicked my chest a few times before sitting on me and covering my throat with her hands, pressing down with all her strength.

I coughed and gasped for air and flailed under her hold. I even tried to pull her hands away, leaving scratches on her hands. I reached up to scratch her face, maybe even claw her eyes out, but she pulled her head away from my reach.

I had no way of escape. I was going to die and she was going to lead the flock. What should be my flock, not hers. I was the better leader, the better Maximum Ride.

My vision was becoming fuzzy and I could feel myself giving into a permanent sleep, permanent darkness. Things were fading to black, forever.

I looked around the room one last time before I faded away.

I saw the whitecoats looking stunned at what they were seeing. I couldn't blame them. I thought I would have won too.

Jeb was watching the two of us intently with an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Ari had a grin on his wolfish face and then I turned my attention to the flock.

They looked confused and sad. I couldn't blame them. They probably had no idea who was who, which one of us was the Max they knew and loved.

I was fading out slowly, darkness inching toward me. I lost control of my body and senses slowly and then was met with darkness that would last forever.

She had won.

CHANGE IN P.O.V.

I turned to the flock, standing and moving away from the person I had just killed.

"Max!" Nudge called shaking as she cried.

"Max, is that you?" Gasman asked looking and sounding frightened.

Angel's eyes looked pleading as she looked at the me with tear stained cheeks.

"Please tell me that's you, Max." Fang said with a clenched jaw.

"Max?" Iggy asked waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, it's me." I said weakly trying to mask my emotions, but failing miserably. Tears were falling down my cheeks as I panted for more air.

I felt sick to my stomach thinking about what I had just done. I had killed her for them. I gave them what they wanted.

"Let them go." I said wiping my tears away from my cheeks hastily. "I gave you what you wanted, so let them go."

"I'm sorry Maximum." Jeb said shaking his head ever so slightly. "That's not part of the plan."

"Plan?" I asked angrily as four erasers came at me. "I'm not going along with any plan that you think of."

"I didn't expect you to." He said as the four erasers took hold of me.

I squirmed in their grasp then was hauled away with my flock. At least I had my flock.

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