Here it is chapter 3! This chapter was a little tricky to write because I still don't really know where the story is going. It's in Max's point of view, and the Flock isn't in this chapter, but you're going to love the surprise! Oh, and for those of you who are wondering where Total is, let's just say he's on his verylong doggy honeymoon with Akila. Okay? Please review!

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-- SarahBelle--

Chapter 3

I hate the School.

I really hate the School.

I, Maximum Ride, really hate the School.

Hate it with a fiery passion that burns.

Okay, so here's my deal.

I'm strapped to a hard, cold, very uncomfortable metal table

I'm being held against my will

I have a boo boo that needs a major Band-aid

I don't have a major Band-aid

5. The Whitecoats have my major Band-Aid

You see my problem?

The Whitecoats, followed by the Erasers, had taken me away from my Flock. Sure we argued and had a few choice words, but in the end we knew that I needed some major attendance to or I was in a world full of hurt. Fang though, was as mad as when Gazzy and Iggy had "accidently" set a silent mini bomb in Nudges pillow. So when she fell asleep, the bomb exploded, causing all the feathers to erupt into the air, and into her hair. She was not a happy camper after that. Fang though, had almost taken a Whitecoats face off, which got him tazed by another Whitecoat. He quit after that, thank goodness.

So now after about, um, I don't know, an hour? (What? I don't have a watch.) The bullet was out and I was now gape free, but still being held against my will. Poor me.

A Whitecoat suddenly walked inside the room. He was holding a clipboard, which he was reading vigorously. He abruptly flipped the page, and began reading again.

Umm…okay?

Suddenly he mumbled, "Hmm, Maximum Ride, yes."

I frowned in confusion. Didn't usually the Whitecoats that come in here either have big news to tell me or just want to run tests? This nimrod was just reading a stupid clipboard!

"Hey!" I barked at the guy.

He jumped and the clipboard went flying out of his hand, making papers fall out and scatter onto the floor. He quickly kneeled down to retrieve them.

"Sorry," I apologized sweetly, "I would help you, but, you know, I'm kinda stuck?"

I smirked at him from where I laid.

When he finally gathered all the papers up he stacked them neatly together and fixed his crooked glasses. He straightened his dorky tie, and then glared at me from behind his thick spectacles.

"You, Maximum Ride, are in a lot of trouble." He promised threateningly.

Psh! Threatening my butt!

"Oh no!" I cried out in mock fright, "Do I get a spanking!"

His face showed no amusement. In fact, it was as red as a tomato. If he could, I bet there would be steam coming out of his ears. He looked like one of those people on cartoon shows where when they get really mad a train horn starts to blow, and steam actually comes out of their ears. Too bad it can't happen in real life.

He pulled out a small, pocket sized walkie-talkie and spoke into it, "We're ready. Bring them in to we can take her."

I raised an eyebrow. All my senses went on overdrive as he walked out of the room with a satisfied grin on his face.

Usually, when that happens, it means that I'm in a load of trouble. Hmm…all well. Too late to do anything about it now.

The Whitecoat walked inside the room again, but this time followed by five Erasers. They all were morphed and all really needed a tissue. They lined up beside the door. Their slobber covered their mouths, and dripped off their chin, onto the floor in a pool of spit. All their claws were out and ready to attack. I could feel the "Attack birdie!" vibes from where I was laying.

"Untie her and take her to room 105." The Whitecoat said, clearly happy that I was going to some bad, scary place. "Oh, and shock her or hit her if she tries to run."

I gave the Whitecoat my all-to-famous "Death Glare". It's even scarier than Fangs, and trust me; his can get pretty darn scary.

The Whitecoat finally caught my gaze and I saw his eyes widen a fraction. His Adams Apple when up and down as he swallowed. He blinked a couple times before he had himself under control. Then he left.

Ha, works every time.

Three Erasers came and started to untie me, while the other two stood guard at the door. Great, no escape for me…yet.

Two of them were by my head, untying my arms and wrists. The one on my left side had the most slobber coming out of his mouth and some of it was dripping on my arm.

"Hey!" I yelled at him, "Do you know how to use a Kleenex?" I looked in disgust as the slim slowly slid off my arm and onto the metal table.

Suddenly, the worst possible thing happened. Even worse when Gazzy cuts the cheese or an Eraser asked me- well, you get the point.

He sneezed.

"Aw come on!" I yelled as Eraser snot covered my entire body.

I couldn't move because they were still trying to undo the super strong Velcro. So, the snot just dribbled and dripped on my, now, very yucky body. I tried so hard not to gag or puke from the harsh smell and oozy feeling of slim on me.

When the Erasers finally had me untied, two of them roughly grabbed one of my arms, and literally dragged me from the room. I stumbled and nearly fell when all the blood rushed to my legs from a long time of lying on that metal table, but I could barely hold back a scream of pain when my stomach pulled and the wound reopened.

All I did though was yelp loudly, and tears came into my eyes, but I refused to let them out and fall down my face. I'm not going to let them, see me in pain. I'm not going to give them the enjoyment a grimace on my face. I just gritted my teeth, and tried to block out the pain that was screaming from where I stood.

The Erasers finally came to a door, and stopped in front of it. One pulled out a card and swiped it in front of a scanner. The door clicked and the light turned green. An Eraser opened the door, and the two that were holding my arm threw me into the room. Then closed the door behind them.

I flew forward about six feet before I landed on roughly on the floor with an "Oof!" I stayed there, laying face first into the ground to try and pass the pain. It was exploding inside me and I felt like I was about to burst. I concentrated controlling my breathing and ordered my pounding heart to go back to its normal pace.

"Max?"

Crap.

"Max?"

Ah crap, I'm so dead.

"Max!"

Yep, I'm dead.

I felt his hand contact my shoulder and I jumped from his touch. He gently helped me up, and I leaned against him for support.

"Gosh, Max. What happened to you?"

I swallowed, and tried to dodge his question, "What are you doing here, Fang?" I looked up into his clear black eyes. They looked troubled and worried, "Shouldn't you be with the rest of the Flock?"

He grinned sheepishly, "I kinda got kicked out after I nearly knocked out a Whitecoat."

I rolled my eyes, "Of course you did."

He grinned crookedly.

Fang helped me over to the side of the room, and gently set me down. I leaned against the wall and took a couple of deep breaths.

Fang sat down beside me and leaned his head back against it. I saw his eyes close and he took a breathe through his nose. His eyes slowly opened and he turned his face to look at me. His dark eyes looked endless, like they could go on for forever and ever. I found myself caught in them, and I had no escape.

Fang slowly lifted his hand and gently touched my face. I shuddered from his touch and then felt myself blush. My cheeks flooded with heat, and I turned my head from him.

I heard him sigh and then he sniffed.

He sniffed again.

And again.

"Uh, Max?" he asked and I felt him touch my shoulder as if he was feeling the texture of it.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning back to face him. My cheeks still felt a little warm.

Fangs was grimacing up as if he smelled something bad, and his nose was scrunched up.

"Why are covered in Eraser snot?"

Ahhh! I love FAX!! Even though that wasn't much. Sorry. Haha. Poor Max, she always gets the short end of the stick. I really hope you liked it. It's the longest chapter so far! If you could give me some more ideas that would be great! Oh, and pretty please comment! Please! How about instead of tacos, this time it's your favorite ice cream!! Mines…umm…all of them! Haha. Please comment!

Thanks!

-- SarahBelle--