OH YEAH!!!! I love writing this Facfic. Here's the next chapter, but I warn you, I don't pride myself with my fight scenes.

Her fist connected with my face and a burn spread across my face. But I had bigger problems to worry about. I was planing out a fight pattern.

A fight pattern is like a gambling game; you anticipate your opponents moves and fight back with everything you got. Of course sometimes your wrong, thats the gambling part: you never know what you're going to get, you just try to guess and hope you're right.

That was what Jeb was trying to accomplish with all my fights with Flyboys. That and how to control my power. If you remember I had mentioned it in an earlier chapter but I had eluded to what it was. My power is self resurrection. I hate it because all it does is cause me pain. You think that with a power like that I'd be able to not feel any pain, but in reality it means I can die and feel all the pain I normally would, just come back for more.

After the punch I waited a bit before turning to face her. As my head turned I caught a glimpse of the others. Saffy and Indigo looked bored, Martin looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out if Gregory wasn't holding him back.

"What do you say to that," she growled.

I turned my head back to face her. "I think that I'm not going to say anything. It appears you need me to show you what happens when you mess with me." I smiled my most menacing smile- the kind Ari smiled when he had just beat up Fang. Then I brought my fist back and punched her nose. You barely heard the snap of her nose over the smack of my fist-to-face connection.

Apparently that made her mad. The next second I was pined to the ground feeling her fist hitting me on one side then the other. It was a very rhythmic punching pattern. That- may I say- is a very stupid idea. First of all, your opponent can tell exactly what you are going to do. Second it makes it very easy for your opponent to over power you. As her fist came down on my left cheek I grabbed it and turned her over on her back. Thank you, fight pattern. Maybe I should go to Las Vegas, try out my gambling skills and all... But back to the fight.

Her head was in kicking distance and if I wanted to I could seriously damage her brain. But that isn't Maximum Ride. So I straddled her this time and punched her about 2'' above the temple with enough force to knock her out. Except, she wasn't knocked out. That was impossible! Every experiment and human had a weak spot- 2'' above the temple, so why was she not unconscious?

While I was freaking out she pushed me so hard I flew into the cabinets. Then she came up and looked me in the eye, smiling this smile that was the exact one Nickole/Michelle had when she joined the flock. The same smile the director got when she captured me. The same one I had just smiled at Selina. That smile said, "You have no place to go. I have you right where I want you to be. All you can do is die." Some sudden rage exploded in me and suddenly I was on top and beating Selina like there wasn't any tomorrow.

Frantically Selina looked around the room, finding something to fight back with. But when she came up empty handed she looked at me, pleading for me to stop. Appearently she never had been on the bottom before. That made me punch her harder. At some point she stopped moving but I kept punching her, feeling the satisfaction of being the better one, the one who was winning for a change. When I stopped I looked at her, really looked. Somehow being the better one made me feel worse. I had killed the African queen. The one who had never been on the bottom. Shouldn't I feel better? Shouldn't I feel like the queen now?

I looked at her empty eyes where there had once been hate. But there had also been hope and love. I'm a monster. Tears rolled down my face, and I let them. I felt strong arms pull me off her, and I let them. I knew people were taking Selina to the hospital, and I let them. Just as long as the arms never let go.

Then the arms got tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe. I was too tired to try and fight them. When I started seeing black dots in front of my eyes the arms let go as quickly as they grabbed on to me.

"Run!" I heard Martin yell. "Run!" It took me a moment to realize what was going on, but I got up on my feet and looked at Martin. He was standing there fighting Indigo. Indigo looked angry and betrayed. Martin broke eye contact and looked at me again. "Run!" he commanded, and I listened.

I ran from the room leaving everyone behind, even the food which I had originally gone for. Suddenly my hunger seemed like a lesser problem right now. I ran through tunnel and tunnel until I couldn't run any more. Then I broke down crying. Why did everything in my goddamn life have to be so goddamn complicated?! I pictured Fang's face in my mind, it usually calms me down. But now it did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. I thought of Martin and that made me angry at myself for leaving him behind when I could have helped him, when I needed to hep him. Then there's Selina... the African queen.

Lets just say I cried myself to sleep that night.

After a while I stopped crying and just listened to the silence. Silence was another one of my friends. It showed that I was safe, that I was alone. For that I was grateful. I can't believe how I acted before. God, what was wrong with me. Some people don't like me, yeah, I understand that, but did I go around punching them? I don't think so!

Before long I was thinking about the Flock. I knew I had to reach them and warn them about Nickole. Or Michelle. But would the Flock believe me? Probably not. I mean, they didn't even care about me when she was here. Why would they believe someone who they don't even care about? But it doesn't matter if they don't believe me. The point is I tried and even if I do fail, I tried and that's what counts.

Then my silence was broken. Steps sounded in the distance. They were getting closer. I brought my legs closer and tried to become so small I would just disappear. A shadow came at the end of the hall; all the person had to do was turn the corner and they would see me.

"Max," the voice whispered as they turned the corner. I didn't know how to react, so I didn't say anything.

"Max," they said again, "answer me when I talk to you!"

"Martin," I said letting out the breathe I didn't know I was holding.

"Yeah, who were you expecting?" He sounded truly perplexed.

I ignored this comment and cried, "Martin!" Then I jumped up and hugged him tight. It was like the last time we were alone, both doing things we would never do in public.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said hiding the blush creeping one his cheeks. "I'm glad to see you too."

Even though his attitude told you didn't want to hug he held on tight to me long after I loosened my grip.

"Now come on. We have to get going," he said.

"Are they angry at me?" I asked.

"You killed someone in they're family. What do you think?" Now he was leading me through some tunnels towards what I am assuming is the exit.

"Well, then why are you on my side?"

"I never really fit in with them," he said. Only it seemed like he was hiding something extra.

"And..." I prompted.

He got a hard look on his face. "And you remind me of someone I lost long ago."

"Who," I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I hadn't noticed how his face had gotten darker from when we started talking.

"Okay."

He took a sidelong glance at me. "Come on, lets just get out of here then we can talk about my past."