Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Kisha Reaper and Deveann are property of Me! Kumali is property of Jwan!

Listening to: Technotronic. Album: Trip on this. Dad's CD. Thanks booknut! Yeah, I noticed that I was doing that and in one chapter I accidentally wrote something instead of shirt and went back and changed the chapter. I have Wordpad and I'm so uncomforatble not knowing when I'm messing up. You're totally right, I need to proof read. You're the first person to give me citicism! It makes me happy knowing I can improve my writing! Not that I'm asking every just to tell me what I'm doing wrong all the time! Stuff like what marie47 always writes makes me feel warm and fuzzy! I hope you like the latest chapter!

Max's POV

Then next day I awoke with a drool stained shirt. Angel had been clinging to me all night. I gently removed her from me. I looked around the room. Kumali was curled up in a ball, she clung to a body pillow like a koala. Iggy and Gazzy fought in their sleep for control of the covers. Nudge's right leg and arm hung limply off the side off the side of the bed. Her head resting at the foot of the bed. For a minute I thought Fang was in another room but then I noticed a clump of sheets had fallen off the boy's bed and a pach of messy black hair stood out from it. I stood and started towards the bathroom door and then found that I didn't know where Deveann and Kisha were! I searched everywhere before finding them under the girls bed. They looked a lot more comfortable than the rest of us. Deveann was actually on his back with the back of his head propped up by a pillow and Kisha was resting on top of him. her head was turned to the side on his chest. Neither of them snored, which probably added to the comfort of their position and a soft smile played on Kisha's lips.

I guess they got over the rock issue.

Look in Kisha's hand, Max.

I saw it. A single black rose. He'd given her the rock as a cover up. I let out a sigh of relief. Deveann shifted a bit at the noise, stroked Kisha's hair, and dozed off once more, his hand still on her head. I let the bed skirt drop and finished my journey to the bathroom. I took a hot shower.

It's like rain but cleaner, warmer, and more convenient.

Keep your guard up, Max. I know these last few days have been nice but never forget what they did to Deveann, to Fang. What they did to you and what they're planning on doing to Kisha. Never forget your mission, Max. You were born to save the world, Max.

Come back when I care what you think.

But you do care, if you didn't you wouldn't listen, would you?

Wasn't it you who said not to underestimate your enemies?

I'm not you're enemy, I'm here to help you.

Where have I heard that before?

Don't confuse me with Jeb. Jeb can die. I, Max, live in you

I dried off and blow dried my hair, shutting out any thoughts that tried to seep into my mind. I brushed my hair and teeth and I washed my face. When I came out of the room I saw that everyone was still asleep. Thank goodness because I was still in my towel. I opened my drawer and pulled out today's outfit.

"Whoops!" My towel dropped a few inches and then I noticed it. There was a something red just above my left breast. It was blood. I was cut! I saw that the cut was growing, painlessly elongating to the edge of my chest. Then the lower layer of skin, the one that allows blood to seep through and clot, burst open and blood poured down my front.
"Max!" Fang was up, he'd been watching me while he acted like he was asleep.

"Fang!" I was about to call him a pervert when the pain came. "Agh!" I cried falling to my knees. My right knee hit the edge of the drawer and slit open.

Kisha crawled out from under the bed. "Omigosh! Max!" She cried, kicking Deveann awake and running over to me. She still held the flower. I was in so much excruciating pain I didn't even have time to be embarrassed. Kisha scraped the cut with one of the thorns of the black rose.

"What are you doing?!" Fang cried in horror. Instantaneously the pain ceased and the cut repaired itself.

"...the heck?" I mumured. (not supposed to say heck)

"This flower Deveann got me was made by my grandmother, Angama. It has healing properties." Kisha explained.

"Wha-?" Kumali mumbled rubbing her eyes.

"Go back to sleep, Kumali." Kisha instructed.

"Whatever..." She readjusted herself and fell asleep once more.

"Why do you think...?" Deveann started, looking around the room to see if anyone else was awake.

"I don't..." I began.

Consider that a punishment. Don't EVER shut me out again!!!!

I winced. "Are you alright?" Fang pulled my towel up over where the cut had been. I wrapped the towel securely around me.

"The voice..." At this point I was no longer scared, I was pertrified.

You... you...

I couldn't finish the thought. It would be like admitting a weakness.

Everyone has a weakness, Max. I'm yours.

A better cliffhanger than last time, whatever. So? Ya gonna review or what? It'd make me oh so estatic! (...creepy...) Kisses!