Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.
Okay, so I have a new rule. I will need my viewers to start writing reviews. I will count bad ones, as long as they are bad for the right reasons. Okay, so I'm not going to write chapter three until I have... 5 more reviews. And give a big thanks to Fnick's witness, for the author's note idea's. By the way, sorry it took so long to write this one, but I was super busy and had writers block… SO, thanks!
*Ari magically appears*
Me: OMG!
Ari: Calm down.
Me: *trying to slow my breath* How did you get here? And what's up?
Ari: I need to talk to you about these stories you write… I'm related to Max, and I don't think of her that way…
Me: I know, but, you see, this is a theoretical story that is talking about if you guys weren't related, and if you were older.
Ari: Oh, okay. And I used the power of Fanfiction to get here.
Me: Cool. I wonder if I can do that… *Uses power to transport somewhere else* It works!
"I have a whole closet of clothes for you, including underwear." I said. I was proud that I'd thought ahead, but she sighed. Whatever.
We did it for a few hours, until Max fell asleep. Right now she was spread across my chest, unconscious. She was adorable when she slept. She started to squirm a bit, and I lifted my arm off of her back a little. She was just moving in her sleep, so I put my arm back down on her back.
"No! Ari, no! Don't! Please! Stop it, leave me alone!" Max said, and I was alarmed. I looked down at her, and realized she was only talking in her sleep, but I was infuriated.
"Damn it, Max!" I said, load enough that it woke her up. Good. She lifted her head, revealing her tired eyes. She rubbed them for a minute, propped herself up on one arm, and tried to read y expression.
"Hmm?" She said, and looked genuinely confused. Did she realize she talked in her sleep? Maybe she was just a good actress.
"You know what I'm talking about! You were having a nightmare about me, and you were sleep-talking about it. 'No! Ari, no! Don't! Please! Stop it, leave me alone!' You still think badly of me!" I said, my imitation way off.
"Hmm?" She repeated, and I sighed. She had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. Ugh. I was yelling like a moron for no reason what so ever.
"You don't remember, do you?" She shook her head. "You were sleep-talking, having a nightmare about me. Why? You still don't trust me?" I asked, and she didn't even need time to think about her response.
"Of course I don't! You kidnapped me, threatened to rape me! How in the world do those things earn trust? Maybe in your world, but certainly not mine." She said, and I knew we were back to square negative one.
"It wasn't rape, Max. It was love. It was, you know it was!" I said, not wanting to have to repeat the process. She shook her head a few times.
"Ari, what do you think is love? Hmm? Love isn't letting someone chose to either have sex with them, or rape them. Love is both people having the desire to be with each other!" She was pretty mad herself, but I was sure she would be like that until she was convinces that she loved me. I would have to break her spirit.
"Well, I guess I have a different way of showing it." I was pretty sure I'd said that last night, but maybe not. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of the nightmare thing.
Max's POV
"Well, I guess I have a different way of showing it. What do you want for breakfast?" He asked, and I thought of my answer quickly.
"Whatever you aren't having." I said snottily, which was what he deserved. He slapped me across the face-hard. I winced, and put my hand on my cheek. He was just so strong! I rubbed the skin gently, and put my hand down. That was going to hurt, but worse, it was going to be one nasty bruise.
"Max, you need to cooperate with me. I am stronger than you, and you know it. I don't want to see you hurt, but I guess I'm going to have to punish you until you get it." He said, and made me so mad I wanted to fight back, but didn't.
"You are not stronger than me, and I will do whatever I want to!" I practically yelled at him. I should have yelled at him, he deserved it.
"Oh, really? Do I need to remind you once again how powerful I am?" I didn't even think as I blurted out my answer.
"No!" I said, flinching away like a baby. Nice, Max, good job showing him how powerful you are. Keep it up!
"That's what I thought. Now, give me a kiss." He said, and I shook my head, like a child not listening to their parent trying to get them to clean their room.
"Now, now, Maxi. You don't want me to make you kiss me, now do you?" He said, a teeny tiny smirk hidden in his expression. He was right, though. I already had a big bruise on my cheek that would hurt like hell for the couple of hours it took to heal, and didn't need anything else.
I hesitated, and then slowly leaned in to softly press my lips against his. The gentle kiss lasted for all of three seconds, before he jammed his tongue into my mouth, and turned our heads to different angles. He kissed me passionately, and I kissed him as passionately as I could with barfing in his mouth.
He pulled away and whispered, "Good little Maxi. Now, breakfast time." I was relieved that it was over quickly, but for some reason, I always had to catch my breath when he decided that he was satisfied.
After catching my breath I sighed and asked, "What are we having?" He laughed at the fact that I needed to catch my breath, and I scowled. That made him laugh even more. He saw my expression, and stopped immediately.
"Bacon and eggs. Is that okay with you, your royal pain in the ass? Or would you rather have something else?" He said, and I sort of played along.
"Well, that sounds alright. Did you have my professional chef flown in from Paris?" I asked, sitting up straight with my hands in my lap.
Seeing that I was playing along, he replied, "Yes, I did. He is prepared to cook anything from eggs to desert rat." At that, I started cracking up. I let myself fall back, and I pounded my fist against the bed a few times. After a few minutes, I recovered myself and sat back up. Ari was watching me, smiling as he did.
"Why was that so hilarious?" He asked, and I giggled. Wait, did I just say that? No. I don't giggle. I laugh. He was still looking into my eyes intently, and I did the same to him.
"I've actually had to eat desert rat a few times before. It wasn't half bad. Tasted like chicken." I said, and Ari chuckled, and then frowned. "Why the frowny face?" I asked, and he looked down at his feet. That was when I noticed that he was in just a pair of shorts, and somehow I ended up in a night-gown. Hmm. Oh well.
"It's my fault that you had to eat desert rat, isn't it? No, I don't want to know. Those days are over now. I am in charge now, I can make that happen, or I could prevent it." He said, and I tried to hit him, but once again, he stopped my arm from touching him. He shook his head and said, "Tisk, tisk, Max." I stood up.
"Come on, I'm starving." I said, pushing him out the door of the bedroom. He led me to the kitchen and gestured for me to sit on one of the stools lined up at the counter just outside of the cooking area of the large kitchen.
Ari went over to the fridge, pulled out four eggs. "How do you like your eggs cooked?" He asked, and I thought. I didn't really know the different ways to cook an egg, because I never had to.
"Cook mine however you do yours." I said, and he nodded. He took out two large frying pans, placed them down on the counter-top stove, and turned the two burners on. He took out a package of bacon and slid it onto the pan. After that, he cracked the egg-shells and cooked the eggs and bacon. He was a pretty good chef for someone who probably hadn't been cooking for long. Oh, but I wouldn't tell him that. No, I would make him suffer for as long as I possibly could. Bwahahahaha!
"Okay, foods ready!" He said, a little cheerily as he slid two eggs and half of the bacon on each plate. Mmm. Food. He came over and sat down next to me, handing me a fork. He looked at me, and I looked back for a moment. Then I figured out why he hadn't started eating yet.
"Oh!" I said, and took a bit of the eggs. I expected good eggs. That's reasonable, right? Well, that's definitely not what I got. I got to die for eggs. They were just so good! Why was that? Why was everything so good here? This was supposed to be pure torture! Torture just isn't as damn awful these days…
"Glad you like them. I'll take a note of that. Not to self: Max likes her eggs over medium." He pretended to write it down on a napkin. I tried really hard not to smile-part of my torturing him- and succeeded. Then he took a bite of his eggs, trying not to be messy, and I went for my bacon. I took a bite and it was really crispy.
We ate in silence, and then Ari put the dishes in the dishwasher. Now I'd have to get back on track with the torture. If I could just get myself angry enough, it would be easy. But what would be good enough. Think, Max, think! I thought at myself. Then I thought something that infuriated me. Last night, I'd lost my virginity to Ari. Almost against my will. I stormed out of the kitchen, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was confused. Good. He needed to suffer a little bit. Or a lot. Mmm. I was evil, wasn't I? If you said yes, thank you.
I turned left, having absolutely no idea where I was going, and I ended up in a second bedroom-probably meant to be a guest room if normal people lived here- that was smaller than the room upstairs, but still a decent sized room. This could be my room.
I went over to the bed and lay down. I took a good look at the room. It was very blue, with baby blue walls, dark blue curtains, and other blue items scattered around the room. The bedspread was also various shades of blue. For example: The comforter was a lighter blue, resembling cotton candy, and the pillows that were plain were a purple-blue. Overall, it was a very pretty room.
Just at that moment, Ari walked in, taking me out of my thinking state. "What was that all about?" He asked, and I rolled over, my back facing him.
"What was what all about?" I asked, playing dumb. He didn't buy it, and he shouldn't have. This was just another small piece of torture.
"You know damn well what I mean. Why'd you run away?" He asked, and I decided not to play dumb anymore. I'd just try to hurt him. Well, mentally, not physically, because, well, he's huge.
"Ohhhhh. That. Well, I don't like you. No, not at all. So, with that said, why stay? I mean, I'd rather be sitting in a rabbit hole than in the kitchen with you." I said, and he didn't look hurt, but angry. That was just as good, if not better. I was just hoping he wouldn't demand sex every time I made him would take the fun out of it.
"Don't forget that I can arrange that. And it wouldn't be hard." He looked pretty mad. I was about to crack up, but I held it back.
"Jeez, try not to let seam come out of your ears. What are you, a freight train?" I said, and that did it. He came over and tried to hit me, but I rolled over. I really didn't want to be raped or hit today. That's when I realized my bruise hadn't healed yet. Hmm… Why is that?
He came at me again, and this time he was able to get his arms around me, holding be down. I kicked, hit, bit, screamed, the whole act. Nothing worked. Oh, God. Not this again.
He flung me over his shoulder, but to my relief, worry, and shock, he didn't go upstairs to the bedroom. He opened a door that led downstairs, and stepped through the doorway. He flipped a light switch and closed the door. He went down all the stairs and entered a partially-finished basement. What the…? He dropped me down onto the ground.
"Uh, oww! What the heck?" I said, pulling myself off the floor. He looked pretty upset. Jeez, who crapped in his cornflakes? (For more jokes/comments like that, watch the annoying orange on YouTube!) I wouldn't make any jokes right this second, though. Only if I really needed to.
He sighed. "You just don't get it yet, do you Max? I can do so many things to hurt you. If you'd just let that sink in, things would be so much easier. I guess I have to prove it to you, though." He said, and stomped down on my foot-hard- making me fall to a crouch. Oh, God! My foot! He kicked me in my side, and I fell over onto the cold cellar floor. Oh, man! I tried not to make a sound, he shouldn't get the satisfaction, but I couldn't help it.
I let out an oof and moaned, "Oh my freaking god!" He came over and stepped down on my left arm, followed by my right leg. I held back a scream, but let out a moan of pain.
"Oh my God! Ouch!" I said, not screaming like I wanted to. He was serious. I couldn't beat him. He was dominant over me in various ways.
"I'm sorry, Max, but I needed to prove my point. You needed to see what I was talking about." He scooped me up, hurting my broken bones and bruised side and causing me to let out another whine of pain and wince.
He brought me back upstairs to 'my room' and set me down on the bed. I was in extreme pain, but I would not show any evidence. I did a self survey of myself quickly. One arm and one leg broken, probably a couple of ribs, and my ankle was at least sprained. It was pretty bad.
"I'm going to have to bring you to a doctor, being that you fell out of a window." He made a you-better-go-along-with-it face. I was going to have to listen to him, obey him, even please him.
I nodded, and he lifted me up again. He wasn't actually sorry that he did this to me, the bastard. And what kind of freaking doctor could we go to? We were in the middle of freaking nowhere!
He walked out the door and pushed off the ground. I looked around, trying to memorize the land marks. The only problem was that there were none. Just grass and forest. Nothing else. That's it.
Since I couldn't memorize land marks, I decided to try and sleep. I don't know how long I was out, but it felt like a while. But I wouldn't know. I was asleep.
"Max… Max…?" Ari's voice awoke me. I shook off the weird wake-up felling and looked around. We were in some kind of parking lot. I looked at the sign on the building I was looking at: Dr. Kumar. Hmm… Who was this Dr. Kumar? Could I trust him? I looked to my left and saw cars speeding by. How didn't they notice the giant winged weirdo holding the avian girl? I looked at Ari's back, and noticed that his wings were covered up by a big wind-breaker. That was why.
"Why do I have to see a freaking doctor? And where are we?" I said, taking a better look. I could see two biking trails, one on each side of the street. I saw a bridge, and I big billboard advertising a new iHop at a different location. iHop?
"We're in Hamden, CT. Dr. Kumar is a great doctor, and you need to see him because if your bones heal wrong, they'll have to be rebroken and fixed, anyway."
I sighed, and nodded. He walked across the small parking lot and walked through the double doors. Hamden, CT? Why? He walked up to the counter's glass window and said, "Ari Batchelder." And she nodded.
"Of course. Doctor Kumar will be right with you. Please take a seat while you wait." He nodded and said thank you to the lady at the desk, heading towards one of the walls lined with chairs.
The room had a nice look to it. Greenish wallpaper and nice fuzzy carpets. There was a row of back-to-back chairs in the center of the room, and in between the chairs lining the two walls was a table with magazines on it.
Ari sat down in one of the chairs, still holding my limp body. Man was my body aching. All of a sudden, I heard someone say, "Mr. Ari Batchelder" and we were walking again. We went through a door held open by what I assumed was a nurse. The nurse led us into a small, but average room where they treated patients.
"Dr. Kumar will see you momentarily." Said the nurse lady. Wasn't that kind of like what the lady at the desk said? Oh, well. They all say the same things, so I guess it didn't make a difference how they phrased it.
A minute later, a dark Indian-looking man came walking in the room, most of his face covered by a clip board. He was a little above the average height for a human, but not close to Ari's height. Ari was towering over him. They both had the same tan skin; Ari's a little smoother and less natural-looking. Dr. Kumar was not a bad looking man. Almost attractive. Well, for someone older. A lot older than me. A lot.
"You are Mr. Ari Batchelder?" He asked, a slight accent. He sounded like this guy I met at BP called Imran. Except, the guy at BP (he said 'Harry' was his American name) had almost no accent at all. Anywho…
"Yes, that is correct, but Max-" He gestured towards me, "Is the one who needs to be treated. She fell out of a window." He looked at me, trying to look at me sympathetically. Riiight. As if this was just some big accident.
"Really? I've heard of people doing all sorts of crazy things leading to serious injuries, but falling out of a window? How in hell did you that?" I think he was onto us. I think he knew I didn't fall out of a freaking window. Good job, Sherlock!
"Uh… I was sitting on the…window sill, and I… was reading and, uh, fell off. It was a two-story fall. So…Uh, yah…" Very convincing, Max. I'm positive that he believes you!
"Mmhmm… So, you were reading on a windowsill in the second story of a building, and fell out…" He sighed. "Where does it hurt?" He said, probably tired of peoples ridiculous ways of getting injured. That's why I'm not a doctor. Well that, and 1) I don't have an education other than what I know from TV, 2) I'm too young to have gone to grad school anyway, and 3) I have freaking wings. What a life.
"Uh, well… I think I broke a rib, sprained an ankle, broke an arm, and broke a leg. And maybe broke the ankle that's not sprained…" I said, just realizing that both of my ankles were aching with different horrible pains.
"Wow. Um… I'll start by giving you an X-ray. Come with me. Uh…" He looked over at Ari questioningly. "Is he the boyfriend, relative, or what? Do you want him to come?" When Dr. K looked over at me, Ari nodded.
I sighed. "Yes. He should come." I said, obeying orders. Damn, my life was turning into military school. Me following orders? What had this world come to?
We walked down a narrow hallway and went into a room that looked like the one my mom had X-rayed me in. Except for humans…
He had me lay on this little table thingy and put on this vest thing. Wasn't my medical vocabulary amazing? I did as he said, and he placed the X-ray machine over my arm. He stepped out of the room and pressed a little button. I heard a beep and he stepped back into the room. He repositioned the machine and repeated the process. He did this again and again until he had enough X-rays to do whatever he had to do.
"Okay, just give me one minute to look at the X-rays. It shouldn't take long." He said, and I nodded. He exited the room, and I sighed.
"Dr. Kumar." I said. Ari had a questioning look on his face, and I said, "It's a funny name. Ku-mar. Kuuuuummarrrrr." I laughed. It was a pretty funny name.
He walked back in, carrying that stupid clipboard of his. He looked over to me. "Well, there is good news and bad news. What first?" Bad news? Wow, real shocker. Good news? I was genuinely surprised at that.
"Good, please." I said. He opened his mouth and said…
TO BE CONTINUED…