Aj: I would like to share a poem if I may. The definition of priss is: obnoxious snob that is the ultimate girly girl. Examples: Sl*tty cheerleader, popular girl, goody goody two shoes.

Anika: This ought to be good.

Aj: It's better then the world peace one you wrote.

Prisses are evil,

Not even in the good way too,

Join against prisses.

Anika: Let's have a competition. We'll share our poems and you guys vote for the one you like best. My haiku is,

Gruesome wars rage on,

The fight for freedom and peace,

Is stupid and dumb.

Now on to the chapter.

What is your absolute worst fear? Some people are afraid of spiders. Some people are afraid of bugs. Some people are afraid of snakes (I know the feeling.). Some people are afraid of life. Some people are afraid of bills. Some people are afraid of change. Some people are afraid of…you know what there are a lot of fears and I'm going to stop my rambling before I turn into Nudge. A lot of people are afraid of a lot of different things. The point that I am struggling to make is that our fears could end up getting us killed.

I was limping along the hallway when I heard my flocks' voices. Was this another mental test from Walt Creepy? Or were they actually here. I looked around for hiding spots on the sixth floor that I had just gotten on a few minutes ago when their voices were louder. I quickly unfurled my wings and pumped them a little to get to the ceiling. Then I gripped a metal pipe and climbed on top of it, and then I closed my wings so I wouldn't make a shadow. If they truly were the flock they could still have gotten brainwashed.

Iggy sensed my breathing though and nudged Fang. I dropped down and landed in a crouch, hesitantly. I could tell all of their guards were up as well, except Angel's of course. I was so proud of them. Getting ready to pound your family member into the dust if they were mind controlled because of what I taught them made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Are you…you?" Iggy asked when Nudge rambled on about who I was.

"Depends. Are you guys you?" This was the MOST awkward conversation of all time. Besides the conversation of learning how to spell…that word. It must have been the reason why I still can't spell it.

"It depends. If you weren't the real Max you'd attack us, but if you are the real Max and we were under control you would attack us and I can't get a read on you, but your leg hurts super bad. What happened Max? Or are you Max 2? Or are you neither? Or are you…" Iggy clasped his hand over her mouth.

"She's the real Max. We're the real us." Angel interrupted before we drove each other insane. We nodded our thanks and Fang glanced at my leg. Thanks a lot Nudge. I really didn't feel like explaining how a box almost killed me ten minutes ago. Wait a second, ten minutes ago. That means it's been over an hour since Grey told me that I had one hour left. Angel looked at me assuredly.

"Don't worry Max. The time works differently in here. An hour is one minute in the real world." She explained. Fang and I looked at each other. That meant we might be trapped in here for sixty hours. That meant that we would feel like we are in here for two and a half days. What really irked me was that we had only been here for a minute and I was freaking out this whole time because I thought that my flock was going to die soon. I hate Grey with all my being.

"Wait a second. Has anything happened to any of you guys on this floor yet?" I asked, slightly panicking.

"No, but on the fifth floor the walls started closing in on us." Nudge answered, clearly wanting to say more.

" Same for me." I told mainly myself.

"So something's going to happen soon." Fang stated. There was a large thumping sound from down the hall so we all turned cautiously towards the source. Just sitting there was a canister. Iggy stepped toward it, not knowing what it was, and put his hand on the smooth metal. He instantly pulled back and looked at his hand. We all looked at it in shock as we saw the frost forming on his hand. I stepped towards it next, still limping, and pressed my hand onto the surface. It was freezing cold and when I say freezing I mean colder then Antarctica freezing. Trust me I would know.

The strangest thing happened next. There was a popping sound and the lid of the canister flew open and landed on Iggy's forehead with a thunk.He grimaced and dared us to even think about laughing t him. Me being me couldn't help myself though and slight laughing came out from behind the hand I had over my mouth. He glared in my general direction and I started laughing harder as I saw the two red bumps on his head at the appropriate place for devil horns. At seeing this, the rest of the flock started laughing as well until we started laughing only slightly below the birdseed incident.

We stopped laughing abruptly when Angel started wheezing uncontrollably. I rushed to her side and patted her back just as some blood trailed down her mouth. My eyes widened in horror and I looked at them to see if they had any idea of what was going on. They had the same reaction as I had though. I swallowed hard and looked at her to see if there were any puncture marks from a needle that could have been injected into her. There was nothing other then the usual stuff.

"She should not have shut her eyes. That's how the poison comes into effect. Should I mention that it is now inhabiting all of your body's?" Grey bragged.

"Stop it now!" I ordered.

"Well, one of you could always take her place…" Grey trailed off evilly. Fang knew what I was about to do and he gave me the common, are you insane, look. I was about to say I would trade with her when Nudge stepped in.

"I'll do it." She said. I mouthed to her no, but she ignored me and gave me an apologetic look.

"Very well then." I could just see the smile on his face. Nudge closed her eyes and Angel's coughing was replaced by Nudge's coughing. If we survived this I would have to think of her as one of the older kids. Angel looked up at us groggily and wiped the blood off of her face with the sleeve of her purple dress. Nudge's coughing soon died away and I raced to check her pulse. No! No! No! No! This can't be happening. It wasn't. Her pulse was completely normal she was just unconscious. One of the boys would have to carry her.

"Iggy, could you carry her. I don't think she'll wake up until we stop Grey."

"If we stop Grey." He muttered. I glared at him, even though it was wasted.

"Just carry her Mr. Optimistic."

"More like Mr. Realistic." He pointed out bitterly. I could faintly hear Angel humming the Mr. Clean theme song.

"You know usually you have to be in your eighty's to be this bitter. Congrats Iggy. Happy eightieth birthday." I retorted. I passed Nudge over to him and we began to run towards the staircase before anything else could happen. Lucky for us, we reached it in one piece, well, except for the part of my leg that the elevator oh so rudely chopped off. I noticed Fang staring at it constantly just waiting for the opportunity for him to yell at me about it.

We raced up the staircase as if erasers were chasing after us. Who knows, they might be. When we reached the hallway, it wasn't empty. In the hallway standing directly in front of everyone was their worst fears. Everyone except Fang. I looked at him and he just shrugged. Standing in front of Iggy was a mirror showing him he was all alone and since the hallway was completely white he could see it.

Standing in front of Angel was the evil Angel that had lived with us growing more evil by the day for the past year. In front of me were the nightmare versions of the flock all horror filmed up. Except Fang who deserved little light up red devil horns. My breath caught up in my throat and then I started panting heavily. Then, Fang's worst fear appeared. It was me. There was a loud bang that I remembered as a gunshot and blood blossomed on my chest. I fell down and my skin paled. His worst fear was me getting killed. After all these years I thought it was being trapped in a cage. I looked back at my worst fear and I couldn't take it. I shut my eyes just for a second to block out my fear when a deep cough rose in my chest and my balance was lost completely. I hit the ground and all I could sense was my coughing and a trickle of blood seeping out of my mouth.

Aj: Is it just me or am I getting eviler and eviler every day.

Anika: Try the latter. Oh and remember our haiku competition at the top and to vote on it. We won't get offended.

Aj: Now for questions.

Do you believe Justin Bieber is Dylan in disguise?

Who would you join, good (Anika's side) or dark side (Aj's side.)

What was your favorite part of this chapter?

What was your least favorite part of the chapter?

What has been your favorite chapter in this story so far and why? (Yup, I'm deep.)

See ya' guys next time! –Aj.