Yay! 3rd chapter. I got 10 reviews, at least, and I am soooooo happy. It might not sound like a lot to you, but to me, reviews are love. So, I won't hinder you any longer, except for one tiny thing I forgot in the other chapters...

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride (Looks ominous, right?)

Thank you, that is all.

My fingers dug into his furry face and he let out a shriek. I held on tighter. He clawed at my arms, chest, and shoulders, tearing flesh, but I refused to let go of my death grip. Another . Eraser threw his arms out and his heavy claws wrapped around my throat. I writhed under his grip. I released my grip on the first and began to swing at the second. The other Erasers began to pile in on top of us all.

They had me pinned down, one Eraser per limp, began to wail on me. "Stop, stop, fools!" cried the one Eraser that was sitting on a stool in the corner. He now held a ragged claw onto his earpiece, wincing at static burst, and then grinned wolfishly. He rose, waving away the blood thirsty wolves and sauntered over to where I lay, trying to sit up. He leaned down, too close to my face, and his rancid breath blew in my face. My breath caught in my throat.

Smiling rabidly, he straitened quickly, calling to the pack "He's got a ride coming for him." I raised my eyebrow in confusion and they fell into rough laughter, all filing out into the humid air of California.

I collapsed back onto the floor. My entire body ached. I was missing patches of skin all over my body. I felt suddenly cold, and noticed the large amount of blood seeping through my torn clothes, and pooled on the worn carpet. I bit my lip and shivered. I was losing too much blood. I would pass out soon, I thought as the room spun on axis, and I saw dots.

My last thought was the head Eraser's parting sentence: 'He's got a ride coming for him.'

And everything went black as my head hit the floor with a dull thud.

Max's POV

I sat down on the bed of the decent hotel, shaking out my wings. I pulled my blonde hair out of its ponytail, and it tumbled out past my wings. I wish I could cut it, even though it is so shiny and thick, but they told long hair can be styled so many ways to disguise myself, so I didn't cut it. I rolled my shoulders and pulled myself off of the bed, covered in a generic flowered comforter. I ran to the bathroom, and shut the door, cutting the shower on as hot as it would go. I leaned against the door and rubbed my temples with the tips of my fingers.

Sighing I released my hands and undressed, and stepped into the shower. Hot water felt very good on my aching muscles. Any time I flew at hyper speed, my back cramped and contracted painfully. It was an effect from a surgery on my wings. One of the hundreds I've had. I looked in the mirror of the bathroom. I saw the long, pale scars lined along my back, running all different directions, almost like a puzzle. I shook my head wearily.

I regretfully stepped out of the shower, dried off, and stepped into my clothes. My hair hung down my back, making my shirt damp. I picked a piece of moss off of my shirt. I would get clothes soon enough. I hope.

Soo-oryyry aabbout thee temmporrararay paa-ain, Agent RRRide…Googo immediiiattly to oourrrur . base…Depart nowwwww. Youuuuu havvvve a surgerrryy. (A/N My spell check really hates the chip's voice. I have a bunch of squiggly red lines)

Well, that's lovely. I slid mywings into the huge pockets of my brown leather jacket and slid on my socks and brown leather boots, fixing the buckle. A stylish blue shirt accented my flat stomach and oblong torso, and dark wash skinny jeans stuck to my long legs. They always wanted me best dressed, because I received a lot of male victims and I had to look good to reel them in.

I walked into the lobby and handed in my key. The bellhop looked up and his eyes widened. "Hey, babe, you doin' anything tonight?" he winked. I lowered my eyebrows, and darkened my expression. He gulped, and backed up a step. He lost his cool boy swagger. I turned on my heel, and strode out, my high heels hardly brushing the ground.

I sprinted out into the forest, looking thankfully into the darkness. I would not be seen now. I got a running start, loosening my wings from the pockets, and leapt into the brisk air. My huge wings unfurled, flapped, and sent me soaring. If I was going to get to the Headquarters in Arizona before sunrise, I would have to rush. I rose high enough, where the oxygen was very thin, and where no airplane would glide, I closed my eyes tightly and went into hyper drive.

I arrived, half-dead, at H.Q., beating dawn with a few minutes to spare.

Monsuir Director's Point of View

"Excellent, very excellent. I pray that she will do well. Since we took the useless Madame Galapagos turtle out," I mocked, "and Max is being a little bit tamer. She used to be wild cannon, and could have easily broken free from our grasp. But now, well, now with that handy little chip, she'll be an unstoppable to our own means. Isn't that right?" I looked at the boy, his blue eyes lowered to the ground, his blonde hair faintly glowing.

I will not tell you who the strange blue eyed boy is. But I want to know who you think he is. Please review. Purty please? With Diet Mountain Dew on top?