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Whoo. Sorry for not updating. I've been uber-busy with everything. Right now I'm in the process of packing for some conservation camp my school is shipping my whole grade off to for a week. Should be fun.

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"Max, I know where Talon is. I can give you this information."

"Okaaaaay…"

"But it's going to cost you."

Max's POV

I think my heart just stopped. It certainly isn't working normally, otherwise I wouldn't feel this crushing weight on it. Without thinking, I leaned against Fang, wanted any support I could find.

"How much do you want?" Fang narrowed his eyes. It's not like we were poor, we just weren't filthy rich. We were just your average, middle class, All-American family.

Or something like that.

My so-called-brother laughed. Incase you haven't caught on yet, he was the giant rock I was ranting about earlier.

"We don't need money from the likes of you. We need something much more valuable."

Oh, the likes of us?

"Excuse me?" I placed my hands on my hips, preparing for a showdown.

"Max, darling, you know how valuable you are, right?" My father dearest attempted to reach out and touch me.

"Yeah. Whatever." I shrugged away from him.

"Your very existence is a medical breakthrough."

"Haven't we gone through this before?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What you don't understand, Maximum, is that in the greater scheme of things, you -actually, more of your DNA- can change the world."

"I saved the world already! Been there, saved that! What's different this time?"

"What's different is the fact that human's are imperfect. Always have been, always will be. They will mess something up again. And you might not be around to save the world next time."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"All we need is cells from you."

"Cells. Like, the little things that create you."

"Yeah. Basically."

"So what do you want with my cells?"

"We'll preserve them. Freeze them, if you will. When the time comes that you are needed to save the world again, all we will have to do is extract the nucleus of some donor cell, and insert your genetic material into the empty cell."

"So basically you want to make a bunch of Max Clones." That actually came from Fang.

"We don't want to. We must though, if the world has any hope of surviving."

"So no pressure or anything." Ari sneered at me.

"I thought you were supposed to be six feet underground, under a R.I.P boulder." I snapped.

"Eh, the afterlife didn't suit me."

"Figures. How many circles of flaming bar-b-q ness did you go through?"

"They couldn't handle me. Spat me back out." He conquered.

"Why does this not surprise me?"

"Children!" Jeb snapped.

"Sorry." Ari and I mumbled together, while glaring at each other.

"So. Decision time. Choose Max, either we keep Talon, and you can keep your DNA, or we can give him back, on the condition you allow us to extract cells from you."

Seems like an easy decision, right?

Not so much. How did I know they wouldn't turn all the mini-mes into a army, and take over the world. Or torture them. Or starve them.

And it would be all my fault.

Sorry, kinda confusing chapter there. Hope you understand it. I'm in the process of packing for a school trip, and had to keep running back and forth from my sock bin to the computer. AND for the four night, five day trip, I got stuck on the guys bus. These are the guys who STILL think it's amusing to flick girls in the back of the head. GROW UP ALREADY!!

Grrrr!