Okay, I'm really sorry I haven't updated lately. I was having a HUGE writers block for a really long time there, and then today I got to reviews telling me to update, and so I did. It isn't as long as I had hoped for chapter 3, but hey, it's better than some chapters I've written, so I'll just have to deal with it. R&R!

Chapter 3

"What do you want!?" she finally demanded after much struggling.

"I want your help." he stated, his smirk sliding off his face quickly, as if it had never been there at all.

"What could I possibly help you with?" she demanded.

He looked her straight in the eye before answering, "Killing every scientist inside the School."

The teen stood, shocked at his words. He wanted her to help him with murder? She couldn't believe it. It just wasn't her day. First the perverted doctor, then a grandfather she never knew existed, an airborne chase, and now a crazy guy who wanted her to help him kill!?

"You want me to help you with murder?" she asked in a breath, still not believing it.

"I wouldn't call it murder. It's more like… justice." He said as he leaned against a tree, still holding her arm tightly.

"You have got to be totally mental!" she exclaimed, once again trying to pull away, and once again failing.

His grip tightened, and she could feel her hand starting to go numb with the lack of blood flow. "Look, you've never been there, and I am very happy for you about that, but it's a horrible, horrible place. It's because of those monsters that your mother is in a coma now, and it is their fault that you and I are the ways we are. We're chemically unbalanced and abnormal, and I am merely trying to rid the world of those men so no other children will be born like we were."

"I don't even know what you're talking about!" she tried to defend herself, thinking of any way to get out of the mess that he had pulled her into.

He shook his head, "Doesn't matter. You are the daughter of Maximum Ride, the woman who was supposed to save the world, and in a way did. But a cure for cancer isn't enough. There was so much more that she could have done for the world, but because of the scientists and some Erasers she's useless. You, being her daughter, are our only hope. You have her blood, her ambition. You're the only person who can help me."

She looked at him with confusion. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. He was placing such responsibility on her shoulders, and she wasn't ready for it. She wasn't ready for any of it. She was just a kid, hardly fourteen, and yet she was already supposed to become a murderer and take up her mother's job? How was that fair to her? How was that fair to the scientist who were only doing their jobs to put food on the table? They hadn't even "created" her, as he said. She was born this way. They may have made her parents the way they were, but that didn't mean they had made her this way.

"I am not going to become a murderer!" she declared after some time.

The boy sighed with exasperation, "Will you just listen to me, damn it?!" he yelled, causing the girl he held captive to flinch and instantly grow quiet. "Don't you understand the importance of this? I am trying to save so many people the hurt and death that I and many other children have had to go through. Your parents were experiments. Experiments! Don't you understand? They don't care about us. When you were born they planned on taking and doing the exact same thing to you as they did to them. You are the only offspring to ever be made from any of us… us… mutants and they want to look at you. You are in just as much danger as everyone else, and you're worried about being a murderer? They wouldn't think twice about killing you if it came down to that. Your mother didn't work so hard to protect you just so you could be taken. She would have wanted you to fight back, take matters into your own hands."

The two were quiet for some time after the end of his speaking, both mulling over one thing or another. Kismet couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she didn't fight. Could she go back to the hospital? Would they be there, waiting for her? Now that he had finished his reasoning she found it was very hard to turn him down. What if what he had said was true? What if they really were heartless men and women just wanting to use helpless children as experiments for their own pleasure? She felt a spark of anger go through her as she thought of all those ruined lives. Of all those lost children. Her jaw was set with anger, and her eyes blazed.

"Okay, I'll do it."

She looked over at the boy and saw a small smirk grow on his face, but when he saw her looking at him it was gone in a second and replaced by a grateful smile. She wondered vaguely what the smirk that been about, but she pushed it to the back of her mind to think about later.

They didn't set off on their journey until after they stopped and got some supplies, and although she didn't know what to expect, she was willing to work with him. She was willing to save the world.

It's what her mother would have wanted.