(A/N: well…uhm…please don't kill me? Hehehe….yeah. Okay so again I am terribly sorry about the delay. I just don't know how to articulate into words how I want the story to go. But for the sake of my dear readers, and the readers of Destiny by avacoo, I shall update. ---sigh--- . I really do not feel confident in this chapter so if you could please review and tell me if you like it, or if you don't, and give me some suggestions, it would be greatly appreciated. MR 3 COMES OUT NEXT WEEK!! OMG!! Can you believe it!?! Oh and also the fourth book is a go! And I really don't like the title's they will go with. So lame….in my opinion

Disclaimer :JP in all of his awesomeness owns Maximum Ride, the Flock, Sam, Jeb and just about everything else

Copy write: the plot, Lidia, Tom, and Jeff are mine however. NO STEALIE

Random: OMG GUESS WHAT I'M LISTENING TO?! PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN SOUND TRACK! Can you believe that the 3rd movie is already coming out!? Omg no one can obsess about POTC LIKE I CAN!!!!!! I can't wait!!!

And now! ON WITH THE STORY!!

Chapter 2

I awoke with a start, my eyes burst open and I found myself gasping for air in a sitting position. Damn that beeping machine! It apparently was going too fast because hospital staff came rushing in trying to find out what's wrong with me….NOW.

Jeeze I can't wait to get outta this place. The smell of antiseptic and an overly cleaned stench of death lingered in the air and sneaked through the vents. Yeah, not exactly my idea of a party.

"I'm fine, it was just a bad dream." I turned my head up to the people in multi-colored pajamas. I had figured out their attire, green pajamas means surgery…bad. Multi-colored, kid-friendly pajamas means everything else…good and/or bad.

I can't really remember what happened in my dream, thank God. I do remember Fang was in it.

Fang.

Oh, damn. Where is he? I looked around in a frantic panic. I don't see him anywhere. No, just people quickly passing by my open door. All in colors. No black shirts. No silent stalking. Oh no.. what if- he was never really here? What if, it was all apart of that crazy dream I couldn't remember? I had never really come into contact with Fang, I had not told him about Derek. I did not find peace from Sam after all.

It was a pathetic disillusion brought on by a dream. A mere fantasy. I hope not. But these days, I tend to not give my hopes up.

I noticed a nurse come into my room. I might as well make sure… "Where's Fang?" the doctors didn't even listen, they were acting like I didn't even exist even though they were working on MY body, and all the various machines connected to moi.

"Where is Fang?" I tried again.

Oh, no.

It was a dream. It really was a dream. I didn't want to believe it before. I've had dreams like that before. I suppose they help me escape my reality. But if that's true, then how come I never had those dreams at the school?

Probably because I wasn't separated from my flock, then.

I let out a loud sigh. It's times like these when I missed my voice.

Yes, it was annoying.

Yes, it did give me unbearable brain explosions.

Yes, it did almost drive me to suicide.

But, at least it talked to me, and now, I just talk to myself in my head….And how crazy is that?!?

I f that was a dream, that meant Sam is still alive, and he somehow landed me in a hospital again.

I looked out the door to my room, watched the people pass, made up life stories for them, while the doctors and nurses fiddled with the machines and various tubes stuck in my body. You might be thinking, WHY isn't she busting out? Why isn't she loathing every minute she's in the hospital?

1) I am loathing it, it's just that I'd rather be soaked in aneseptic and covered in white walls than be in that hell with Sam (except for the school mind you.)

2) I can't run-he'd find me, that's for sure, and then it would be worse.

& 3) I'm so tired, and so weak. I just don't have the energy to be on the run like with the flock...the flock... I miss them so much.

Sure enough, the next person to walk through that open dor was the spawn of the devil himself - Sam.

But not alne this time. No, this time he brought company.

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(Fang POV)

Ugh, I flushed the toilet for, what I hope is the last time. Puking you brains out equals no fun.

My mind drifted to Max, as it always does. Guilt flooded my existence. I can't believe I didn't try to find her.

I put the toilet seat down.

I can't believe I didn't ask her number.

I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor.

I can't believe I let this happen to her while I was living the dream she always wanted.

"Derek, come down for breakfast"

I would glare at the man I fi had enough energy. Wearily I got up, Silently and lazily ambled down the stairs, and popped into 'my seat' at the table in the 'breakfast nook'.

These people make me sit through formal breakfast and dinner.

Disgusting.

And what a wonderful silence I had to endure. Well, I'd take any silence over discussing my little episode in the bathroom.

"Are…..are you sure you feel well enough to eat? Maybe you shouldn't be eating."

Damn, I spoke….or….thought….too soon. I looked her straight in the eye. "I want to see Max" were the first words that came out of my mouth.

I was completely caught off guard when Lidia dropped everything and took me to the hospital. Usually, she's not the kind of parent to cave to her every child's whim…she's pretty strict. But lately…….never mind.

Anyway we were waiting at the nurses check-in desk thingy…….FOREVER.

Yet another reason to hate hospitals.

Hospital staff kept walking by with these wary faces. Odd….

"May I Help you folks?" the fat lady said towards us in a demeaning manor. ' Lucky she isn't an eraser….'

"Yes, I'm here to visit someone in Room 1356" I said as politely as I could to the fat tub of useless lard behind the desk…..which was really hard.

"Sorry young man, no one is aloud in that room." she looked at me skeptically, "I'm not sure you would want to go in there, anyway."

"WHY?! What's wrong with Max!? What did you do to her? I need to see her! NOW." She looked horrified by my sudden outburst.

"I-I'm sorry I can't let-"

"I. DON'T.CARE." every word dripped with venom. These people were just plain dumbasses if they thought they could keep me away from Max. I turned and walked away, down he hall until I saw the closed door on the left the number 1356. Lidia and Tom led the way inside the room. I walked in right on their heels.

"What's going on here? Who are you?" Tom demanded at the man in front of him.

I growled loudly before lunging myself toward the man Tom was talking to and began to strangle him.

"F….Faang" I tured my attention towards the bed. Max was bound to it with rope. My heart beat faster with the mere sight of her. Relief washed over me to see her still conscious. Yet, not lookkkking her best.

"Ah, Fang I was wondering when you were going to stop by, I've missed you." He said.

"Huh, I thought you died in the explosion, you know, it's funny. I thought you died six years ago too, but you just keep coming back." What can I say? Hospitals, and anything in relation to the school bring out the cynic in me.

"Fang, that was very rude. Where are your manners?" This asshole made Tom look like a saint, "I can see why you'd be upset, but please understand. I did everything for the flock- for you- and for Max. Come now, don't you remember all the fun times we've had?"

"I remember when you tried to kill me. I remember the tests, the mazes, the needles piercing my skin, I remember being chased after eraser trainee's. I remember my cramped dog crate. I remember when you took Angel. I remember a tortured group of kids. I remember watching failed experiments die in the dog crate next to me!" my previously calm voice had now risen to a deep angry scream. That ass looked impassively at me, I squeezed his neck harder, "the smell of their young rotting corpses….And being thrown in the dumpster the next day. I remember you trying to kill Max."

He was turning blue. I didn't care.

Lidia and Tom were now being held by one eraser each, and they weren't even fighting, they were shocked….I guess you could say I had spared them the gruesome parts of the story. They're lucky i didn't go on.

I threw Jeb towards the wall and got in a fighting position. Waiting for erasers to make their move.

There were at least fifteen of them- I could take them easily- if I had one more member of the flock….who currently wasn't incapacitated at the moment.

I did an automatic 360. There were two erasers by the door entrance, two holding my parents, one on either side of Max's bed, and the rest were crowded in a corner. Weird.

"So," a familiar voice rang out. I couldn't see where it was coming from.

"I finally get to meet the almighty Fang?" Whhaaaaa??? The erasers in the corner moved aside to reveal……

Sam. My blood immediately began to boil. Oh that mo fo is goin down!

He looked at me - astonished by who he saw. "Nick? You're Fang?" he stalked over to Max and I my eyes followed him. I was growling - yes, growling at him.

"You sick whore, you slept with your brother? It's a damn good thing I killed that mistake of a life. You should be thanking me, now you don't have to deal with a flipper son."

My growl loudend into a scream as I rushed towards him.

Well, that was it….for now. I shall begin writing the other chapter this weekend.

Oh you wanna know something? I spilled rootbeer over my key board, and now, I have to press down REALLY hard on the keys!! It's sucks!!

Well I hope you liked the chapter….I really had a rough time writing it, but I liked the end. And I can't wait for all of your reactions to my next chapter MUAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes, I am evil. Lol jk jk im not. im not

Please tell me what you thought of this chapter. I am so terribly sorry it was so freakin late L do you forgive me?

XIrishXDreamerX out!

Peace.