Black and Blood Soul Chapter 2, a maximum ride fanfic

A/N I DONT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE.

(F. Max)

I watched as Max's mouth twitched upwards into a kind of evil warped smile. It chilled me to the bone. For years that smile I had gotten us into so much trouble. I was usally the one who exercised and agreed with his evil schemes and they usally work, but I hate when he acually smiles. He had an evil scheme developing in his mind and I knew I would be involved.

(M. Max)

I made sure Max caught my smile. It creeped her out. The slave was in a custome made pen complete with razor wire. I walked up closer to the slave. He looked so... broken. Not in the physical sense but it was like he radiated sadness and pain. He was hudled up in a corner not looking at anyone. Max walked up next to me and put her hand on the railing. I looked from the slave to her knuckles that were very white.

"Let's go" She said. Her face had a sense of longing on it as she turned away.

"Wait" I said. I looked at the man who was selling him. He was large, yellow teeth, two cold brown eyes, a whip at his waist, and looked mean and also looked like a creep. I glanced at Max. She walked up and stood next to me.

" How much" I asked the creep

He just seemed to realize we were there. "What"

"You heard me" I snapped

He laughed "A hundered or she can kiss me" Looking at Max. I could tell he wasn't kidding.

"Okay" I said handing him the money. A hundered is really, really, really cheap. I wonder why he sold his for so little. Plus I have alot off money so it kinda worked out.

Creep open the pen door and stepped inside and smoothly walked over to the slave. His back was to us and his body blocked our view of the slave.

"What are you doing" Max shouted in a whisper

"You'll see" I uttered before the man came back. He led the slave by a thick rope around his neck. He had a fresh angry purple bruise on his cheek. The slave had his head down. The man creep gave me and Max one more glance before handing me the rope. hHe guy turned and justed walked away with out looking back.

I looked at Max and smiled happily.

"Happy Birthday" I said giving the end of the rope to Max.

"No. Merry Christmas" She said handing the rope back to me.

"Happy Valentines Day"

"Happy Hanukkah"

"Happy Thanksgiving"

"Happy New Year"

"Happy St. Patricks Day"

"Happy Black Friday"

"Happy Earth Day"

"Happy Arbor Day"

"Merry Kwanzaa"

"Crap I'm out of holidays" Max said gripping the rope hard. I mentally smiled. I looked up at the darkening clouds.

"Let's go Home" I said smiling

"Let's" She returned the smile.

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(Fang)

Passing out sucks. When I woke up I was inside a pen. Like an animal. It was made out of razor wire that cut into my bare back deeply. I'm use to pain so it really didn't hurt. I just curled up in a corner and waited. And Waited. The sun was gone. Hidden behind dark clouds. I thought I heard voices and I dared look up. There were two people staring at me, a boy and a girl, I put my head down. They looked aroung my age. 14-16. I don't really know when I was born. Sad right.

The pair walked up to my pen and stared at my probably thinking Worthless, Pathetic, ect. I heared them talking to master but I didn't hear them. The pen's door creaked open and master stepped inside.

"Get up" He whispered and slapped me. I felt the bruise already begining to form. He tied a thick itchy rope around my neck. It was a little constricting. He lead me to the two people. I handed the rope to the boy and left.

"Happy Birthday" The boy said giving the end of the rope to the girl.

"No. Merry Christmas" She said handing the rope back to the boy.