Hey peeps! I'm finding it harder to write, now that I know what the real threat in James Patterson's series. Yes, people, I am done reading the antics of a ***SPOILER ALERT FOR ANGEL*** questionable Angel, stressed and/no and crazed teenager Max, un-Fanglike Fang, bomb crazed Gazzy, so far a very quiet Voice, some confused flock members, newly named girl Maya, and quite a few lunatics trying to wipe out the earth's population. Lovely, isn't it? That's what every kid wants for Christmas! ***END SPOILER ALERT*** I love Angel: a Maximum Ride Novel!
"What if I don't want to?" I growled, crawling farther back into the dog cage. It hurt with being so cramped in the small, enclosed space for so long, and it didn't help backing up because of the Eraser growling down my neck.
The scientist smiled cruelly, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of a struggle. His fingers twitched eagerly on the plunger of a vial filled with an odd green liquid. "We'll just have to have my friend help out," he suggested. "Or, we can just do this nice and easy, and you can hand me your arm." But after being here so long, I knew that was just written in a script. Either way, I wouldn't go back in this cage without cuts and bruises and maybe a concussion.
I glanced back at the Eraser, seeing the slimy saliva drip out of his mouth and the coarse fur covering him patches. My eyebrows rose innocently. "We'll you're an ugly fellow, aren't you?" I observed, smirking. The mutant, who, for the record, had it coming for him, growled angrily, kicked the cage holding me hard, sending me skidding across the floor for a couple feet. I slammed into the metal hard, and a couple loose wires poked me hard, but I held back a cry. This was all a part of the plan, and I would just have to deal with it for a bit longer.
"That's the worst you can do," I taunted, looking through the bars of the cage. The Eraser snarled, and started coming towards me. He grabbed the top of the cage, and even though the scientist desperately tried to restrain him, in seconds I was breaking through the only source of light in this depressing, dark, evil lab. The window.
I hadn't seen the sky in so long. Night stretched across the vast sky, stars twinkling. I gasped in the fresh air, feeling drunk on adrenaline. Behind me, I could hear the scientist yelling out warning. Red lights were flashing. Realizing I was still hurtling toward the earth, I pushed out as hard as I could on the walls of my small cell. Getting free, I landed agilely from the three floor drop and took to the shadows. I found the one section of fence that wasn't thrumming with electricity, and climbed over as fast as a squirrel. Of course, that may be because I'm 2% squirrel. And leave the jokes behind, because no, I'm not nutty for nuts.
But when I got to the top of the fence, I couldn't help wonder why this was turning out so easy. That was before the gun shot, and a sudden pain in both legs. The last thing I remember is the impact of falling and a voice whispering "Did you really think you get away from us so quickly?" No, of course not. After all, I was a child of the missing.
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"Were you trying to kill us?" Nudge asked breathlessly; her eyes were wide with terror as she fell gratefully out of the car. The rest of the flock followed, backing slowly away like I was about to throw them in.
I shrugged; unfazed, I picked myself out of the sort of twist I landed in when I screeched the car into a parking spot. "Maybe," I joked, "at least it would have been quieter around here." The flock glared at me. Is there no more sense of humor?
"How does Mom trust you with the car?" Ella said, rolling her eyes. I just turned toward the school. Seriously, none of what just happened was my fault. The old lady was going at a snail crawl, and what was I supposed to do? Wait for her? Besides nobody got hurt, so why did everyone have to freak out about it?
"Maybe it's because I'm older," I called behind me, jogging up to the doors so I wouldn't be late. My hand fell on the burning hot metal of the door handle as it sat in the Arizona sun, and I glanced back at the flock, plus Ella. "Nudge, no-."
Gazzy held up a hand. "Let me do the honors." Mimicking my voice perfectly, he turned toward Nudge and told her, "Nudge, sweetie, no hacking on to that cute boy's facebook account, okay? Angel, no mind controlling the teacher, and, Gazzy, do I even have to say? Ig, no bombs and don't forget to give that check for the broken table to chemistry teacher."
Rolling my eyes, I looked pointedly at Gazzy. He smiled innocently. Yeesh, is there no change to the schedule? I opened the door, and did the normal drill on the way to my locker. First, glare at the fellow at locker 99 for staring to long at me: check. Smile and wave back at my English teacher, whose class I took any value in and didn't fall asleep in: check. Lastly, stare at the clock above my locker to see how much longer of the agony we call school is in store: check. And, lastly, dis Miss. Sassy, who should be here any minute… three, two, one-.
"Hey, Maxy!" someone squeaked out, and I turned around, wearing my kick-butt glare. Look who it is! Miss. Sassy, the school's sl*t. With her low cut top, tight little skirt, and high heels, I immediately hated her. Just too make it all better, she has a horrible attitude. The first thing Miss. Sassy (and for all you strange people out there, her name is not really Miss. Sassy) did was glance at me, wrinkling her nose to what she was delicately, and comment lightly "did you take a shower this morning? I mean, I hate to tell you this, but your hair looks really oily." She then proceeds to smirk, and her little posse titters. I proceed to kick her heel, which is enough to break the heel of those death traps she calls shoes, and she tumbles to the ground. Yes, I would do more, but I'm already pretty sure the school installed cameras after my arrival. Turning away, I weaved my through the crowd to math to catch up on some much needed sleep. Somehow I make As, too!