What up hommies! (Sigh) I gotta stop saying that. I hope you like this story so far, and remember, this is my first Maximum Ride fic, so please be nice if you plan on leaving a review. Well, anyway, on to the second chapter! I hope you guys like it!

Ugh, my head—hurts like hell. What the heck happened?

You and the flock just got your butts kicked and are being held prisoner.

What!

My eyes shot open, looking up at a group of five figures standing in the shadows. I looked at my surroundings, noticing I was in a force field. That little girl must've put me in here.

I turned around trying to locate the flock. I was in the middle. On my left were Fang, Iggy, and the Gasman trapped in force fields and on the right were Nudge, Angel, and Total also trapped in force fields. Everyone was still unconscious leaving me the only one awake.

"Let me go!" I yelled, banging on the force field.

"Shut up you worthless Eraser," the African American girl spat with her arms crossed over her chest; her voice tough and bold.

Eraser! Moa?

"How do you guys know about Erasers?" I asked them.

"Those flea-bitten mongrels are everywhere," the little boy that looked the same age as the Gasman said.

"And besides, not everyone who's not from the School has wings," the little girl pointed out.

I looked back and spotted my brown spotted wings which were spread out enough to see. Crap.

"Well just because I have wings doesn't mean I'm an Eraser. I could be an experiment from the School that escaped," I pointed out.

"But none of us are willing to take that risk into just letting you walk off just like that." That voice came from out of nowhere again. I looked around until I saw the shadowy figure Fang and I saw up in the tree. He stepped out from the shadows and revealed his true identity.

I glared at the boy. He looked to be about the same age as Fang, Iggy, and I; maybe a year older. He had pure black hair that was spiked up and dark eyes that matched his dark hair along with white skin like mines. I had to say, for a mysterious dude that ordered these kids to trap us, he was . . . kinda cute. And he dressed pretty tight too. A long black trench coat with a black shirt underneath, baggy black jeans with a black belt around, and black combat boots. Man, this guy was really milking the whole 'black' thing. He reminded me a lot of Fang. Serious. Dark. And really cute.

Um, hello, have you forgotten this guy is holding you and the flock prisoner?

I rolled my eyes, about to shoot a comeback to the Voice, but decided to drop and start with the questions.

"Aw come on. You can't keep a couple of cute kids and a pretty face like this prisoner, can you? Have a heart man."

He gave me an even darker look—if that was possible—that sent shivers done my spine. He walked towards the force field I was trapped in and rested his arm on it looking down at me. I felt so small compared to him, even though he was only about three inches taller than me.

"Enough with the bull. Who are you and where's the rest of your team of Erasers? You guys normally travel in more than a group of six."

"How 'bout I ask you guys a few questions. Who are you and how do you know about Erasers and the School?" I asked him.

"Hey, I told you I was going to be asking the questions around here! Now tell me who you are, now!" he yelled.

I glared at him and he glared back at me. (Shudders) Those dark eyes were like daggers when they were glaring at you. Scary. Very, very scary.

"Max!"

I turned and saw that Angel was awake now.

"Angel!" I cried wishing I could run up to her and give her a great big hug.

"Who are you and why did you do this to us?" she asked, glaring at the five figures that were still standing in the shadows.

"Angel." She looked at me with her cute, light blue eyes. "Find out who these guys are." I said in a low whisper. She nodded and looked at the dark teenaged boy. She squinted her eyes a little and then looked back at me.

"His name's Miles. He was experimented on at the School and was given wings just like us," she reported.

"Oh really?" I said looking back at the dark boy, or 'Miles' as he was called.

Miles looked at Angel and smirked. "See you've got a mind reader with ya."

I ignored him. "So Miles, you're another experiment from the School too. Well ain't it a small world."

"Shut up! At least I'm not a cold-blooded Eraser," he yelled.

"Eraser! We're not Erasers! Max, tell him we're not Erasers!" Angel yelled, looking at me.

"Oh yeah, prove it little missy!" the little girl spat at Angel.

Miles looked over at the little girl and then looked back at me. "When were you given wings?" he asked.

"Four years ago. April 17, 2002."

He looked back over at his group.

"And the Erasers at the School were just given wings a couple of months ago," the African American girl said.

"That doesn't prove anything. They could've been the only successful experiments," said Miles.

"Okay then, ask me something else."

He pondered for a while and then finally asked me another question, grinning devilishly. Something told me I wasn't going to like this question.

"Lil teb uyo kolo euct dan ysgiepknee wehn uyo mosatrnfr oint na Eraser," he smirked.

My mouth dropped and I gave him a death glare.

"I od ton dan rof eth tals eitm mi ton na Eraser!" I yelled. (Translation, Miles said, "I bet you look cute and Pekingesey when you transform into an Eraser" and Max said, "I do not and for the last time, I'm not an Eraser!". Just had to make that clear.)

The little boy gasped in shock. "How does she know the secret code Jeb taught us back at the School?"

Jeb. (Shudders) That trader. I hate him!

"You guys know Jeb?" Angel asked them.

"Of coarse. He's the one that helped us escape that dreaded School," said Miles.

"NO! Jeb's a trader! He betrayed us!" Angel yelled, breaking into tears.

"Don't talk that way about Jeb. Jeb's a great man and would never betray us at all. He's like the father we all never had," Miles told us.

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well I hate to break it to you Miles ol' buddy, but Jeb is as evil as evil can get."

Miles' little group all gasped in shock and started whispering amongst themselves while Miles clenched and unclenched his fist; biting his lower lip, trying to control his anger.

"No . . . Jeb would never—You're lying!"

I looked up at Miles and gave him a disarming look. "If you let us out, I promise we won't hurt you and we'll tell you the real story about Jeb Batchelder. But in order to do that, you're going to have to trust us."

Miles looked up at me with his serious, dark eyes that were now filled with mixtures of anger and frustration.

I gave him a smile. "Whatdya say Miles? Do you trust us?"

Miles looked at me and then looked back at his group, then at my flock and then looked back at me again. His lips twitched into a small smile as he nodded.

"Okay. I trust you."

I smiled back at him as the force field that surrounded me began to disappear.

Phew, that took quite a while. Well, I hope you like this chappie and are ready for the next one. Don't forget to review! Peace out and Maximum Ride rules!