(A/N: O.k. so, this is my first Maximum Ride fan fiction. I. LOVE. MAXIMUM RIDE. I read Maximum Ride fanfics all the time and I love them. This fic came into my head while listening to Panic! At the Disco, so yeah. Please review it is my first Max Ride fic as I said and nice as well as not so nice reviews will be welcome! Thanks!

Disclaimer: it's not mine. J.P. The Master!! Owns Maximum Ride bows down to o'cool James Patterson

Copy write: But, the plot is mine you see…oh and…all of the other characters that I made up XD

Ok. Enjoy!

The Scent of Dead skin on the Linoleum Floor

Chapter 2

"Mmmmm…." I began to groan. Ugh, my head hurts so bad. My body hurts all over. Oh crap. Oh jeez. Why do I have an I.V.? Why am I in a hospital? And where the heck was the Voice when I actually needed it?! Stupid good for nothing voice….oh yeah…whoops no need to talk to you cause YOU'RE NOT HERE!!!!

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

I mentally slapped myself. I had the baby. Wait. Did something go wrong? Why am I in the hospital? "Where is he!?!" I practially screeched before opening my eyes. A startled nurse looked at me, "Sweetie he's right here," She moved and I saw Sam. My blood was boiling. "Where. Is. My. Baby." Every word dripping with venom. And that stupid heart-beeping thing was going a million miles a minute. "Miss you're going to have to calm down," She was looking at me as if I had three eyes.

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

"Max, sweetie, don't you remember? You had a miscarriage, the baby is dead." said Sam. What? Oh my gosh. Wait…no, he's lying. I remembered.

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

My eyes widened in horror. "You-you killed him," with all of my might I tried to get up to strangle him, but more and more hospital staff were coming in, holding me back. Sam looked hurt. But I could tell he was only acting. On the inside he was grinning maliciously at my pain. "She's too strong, we're going to have to give her comatose iducing drugs," She looked down at me, "Unless you think you can calm down?" At this I began to go berzerk. Calm down? Calm DOWN!?! These people were as bad as the white coats!

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Sam's P.O.V.

She's struggling against twenty-five nurses and doctors, she's never been this strong before. Whatever, this bitch deserves it, she lied to me. She used me. They are starting to put the drugs in her. She's slowing down, but now giving up. Jeez sometimes I swear I hate that bitch. She began to open her mouth, "FANG please!" She's chocking from all her pathetic whiney sobbing.

The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

"Please Fang!! Help me ple-ease" and Finally the drugs are kicking in! it's a miracle people! She shut her freakin ugly trap!

I put on a broken face before the hospital staff turned to me, "How long will she be out?"

"Only a couple of days, uh…who is Fang?" She was looking at me suspiciously.

"I-I don't know," But when I find him I'll wring my hands around his neck and make Max, my Max, watch me suck the life from his eyes. Just like I did to that stupid baby.

"Uh, ma'm? is she going to be Ok? I mean she didn't even remember about the miscarriage, she thought that I-" and my head fell into my hands for drama, ah I sear I should be an actor!

"She'll be fine hun, don't you worry."

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A few weeks later, at Fangs new house….

Fang's P.O.V.

It's been almost a year since I had seen or even heard from Max. Jeezums. I miss her so much. Every day that goes by, hear heart seems to ache more and more. Whoah that sounded so emo, but when you lose someone you've loved since you were six years old, that's how it feels so shut up. I am not emo.

But I did have a good family, and an almost larger-than-necessary house. A mom, a step dad, and a half brother. Holy crap a real normal life. Some one alert the authorities!

Still, I missed the flock, mostly Max, more and more every day.

I went downstairs into the living room. It was a pretty nice living room, white carpet, two huge awesome reclining couches. Lidia (my mom) and Tom (my step dad) were watching the David Letterman show and I saw my kid brother Jeff ( yeah, Iggy's fake name over at Anne's. Weird huh?) yelling on the phone.

Weird. Kid is usually the happy-go-lucky type.

"STOP CALLING HERE!" BANG! He slammed the phone down.

"Yo, what's with the anger Jeff?" I ask him.

"Someone keeps calling asking for someone called Fang," my body went stiff, " they're screaming and there's noise in the background and….gah!" He threw up his harms in defeate.

Who would be calling for me? One of the whitecoats? Jeb? Screw them, they made my life hell. Or, could it be, one of the flock? What if they needed me? I went on alert. And I guess my paranoia never died out really 'cause right then I did an automatic 360.

"What did the person sound like?" I asked trying to keep my cool.

"What does it matter?" I ran over to him, grabbed him by the arms, spun him around before he even had a chance to sit on the couch. I stared into his eyes intently. They were hazel, like his dads, his hair was black like mine and Lidia's.

"Derek!?! What has gotten into you!?" Lidia and Tom stared at me waiting for an explanation. To bad, they weren't gonna get one.

"Tell me, what the person on the phone sounded like," I said every word slowly and as calmly as I possibly could. Then, the phone rang. We all stared at it.

The answering maching picked up and slowly we all walked towards it to hear the message.

"Thanks for calling Lidia, Tom, Derek, and Jeff, we're not here right now so please leave a message after the beep," a long loud beep, and then a loud sound of a girl crying.

"Fang, Fang please help me," Oh. My. Gosh. It was Max.

"Mom! How do you turn on the speaker!?" I asked frantically. She pressed some button on the base and then nodded, they all looked confused. I didn't care.

"Max!? Max what's wrong?"

"Fang?" she practically choked.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Fang please help me," she sounded scared, really scared, and hurt.

"Where are you?" I asked, closing my eyes. She cried and told me the address and town. Not to far from here. About a 20 minute flight if I pushed my max speed the entire was 180 mph.

"Max….please, tell me what's going on."

The sound of the phone being dropped on a hard floor could be heard.

"What the," I saw Lidia cover Jeff's ears, "fuck are you doing you filthy whore!? I said no phones!" a guys voice, same age as us probably.

"No Sam please!" she screamed.

Sam. From Virginia. I always knew there was a reason I hated that guy's guts. I heard a loud slap and then Max cry out. Kicking and punching, too. How did I know these sounds? When you've been kicking Eraser butt for as long as we have, you tend to pick up on these kinds of things.

Another long loud beep. The message had ended.

MY eyes were wide and I was staring at the answering machine. That bastard was beating her.

"Derek who was that? What's going on? Why did she keep calling you Fang?" Lidia asked.

"It's Max, Sam is," I took in a breath, "beating her, Fang is my name."

Now she looked more confused than ever as did Tom and Jeff.

"I have to go, I'll be back in 45 minutes, or an hour tops," I ran upstairs to my room and came down with 3 of my knives, just in case.

Always be prepared was my motto, the boy scouts stole it from me.

"What are you doing with knives!?" Tom asked staring wildley at me. "I'm going to go kill Sam," with that I shoved two of the knives in both my right and left combat boots, the third in my hand I ran out the door and took off into the cold, dark night.

(A/N: alrighty. So what did you think? Ahh. Next chapter will be the last most likely. sigh this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but yeah it turned out to be bigger. Oh well. And if I get enough reviews….maybe….just maybe I will write a sequel. Hope you liked this chapter! Please review!)

I plan on posting the last chapter tomorrow. :)