yes.
the delinquent author returns.
aww, guys.
i feel HORRIBLE. i have not been on here for like.... er... 1... um...2...7...?....
A LONG TIME!!!!!!
and i'm so sorry! i have no excuse for this unacceptable behavior. feel free to tell me how mad you are. i deserve it.
so, without further adue....
CCCCHHHHAAAAPPPPTTTTEEEEERRRRR 22222211111111111!!!!!!
In other words,
CHAPTER 21
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Fang pressed his lips together tightly. Dropping to the floor, he closed his eyes. Back in cages. Again. Would this living hell ever end? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the thick bars that seemed to draw closer every second.
Then his thoughts turned back to Max. Where was she? Why hadn't she busted them out of here already? Those stupid Erasers... He growled deep in his throat and his closed eyes narrowed dangerously. If they so much as poked Max, there would be heck to pay.
Max. He closed his eyes. What would Max do if she were there with them?
She would encourage every one, he thought to himself. She wouldn't let any one get too down on themselves. She—
She would have gotten us out of here already. He bit down on his lip so hard it drew blood.
Shaking himself, he surveyed the others' states. The flock always came first. Iggy was slumped in his cage, breathing slowly, in and out. Gazzy was wide-eyed and shaking, struggling to keep a calm look on his little face. Total was sitting on his haunches, rocking back and forth and muttering to himself. Lastly, Angel. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her eyes closed, little brow furrowed in concentration.
Fang sighed inwardly. Come on, Max…
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Here's a fact for all of you at home who aren't exactly acquainted with the wonderful opportunity of being tortured: it hurts. A lot. Just thought I'd clue you guys in on that little tidbit.
You're welcome.
The Eraser twisting my arm backwards growled. "Just. Give. In."
I gritted my teeth together and ground out. "Never."
The Eraser roared and pulled my arm almost out of its socket. I forced myself not to cry out in pain and bit down so hard my jaw ached.
After riding in the bubble for a while, Nudge and I had been dragged limply to a small, dimly lit room with rows of metal tables where the Erasers had been trying to force information about the flock, Jeb, Dr. Martinez, anything they could get out of us for about an hour and a half. I had started out strong, lashing out smart aleck remarks when they tried anything, but then they had began beating us and wrenching our limbs. I was still holding out, but my resistance was wearing down and they knew it. And I wasn't sure how long Nudge would last.
The Eraser pulled harder than he had before and a loud popping sound, along with a sickening pain in my shoulder told me that my arm was no longer going to be useful in the immediate future. I bit down on my tongue, the salty, metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. My vision started swimming, and I felt myself falling slowly into unconsciousness.
No! I fought to keep my eyes open, trying my best to ignore the gut-wrenching pain in my shoulder. I heard Nudge whimper, and that motivated me even more. I pulled myself slowly from where I had slumped before and faced the Eraser in front of me with defiance.
He smirked at me triumphantly. "Ready to talk now?"
I gave him my best freeze-out glare. "Nice try, but you're going to have to do better than that. What's next, the Rack?" My voice was heavy and thick from my injured tongue.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're a stubborn little one, aren't you?"
I almost laughed. They thought this was stubborn. The poor, naïve idiots. "You—"
"Thank you, 503, I'll take it from here." A clipped female voice cut me off. I twisted around to find a tall, extremely thin woman holding a clipboard standing ruler-straight in front of me.
I glared at her. "Who the heck are you?"
She regarded me with distaste, not answering my question, then motioned to the Eraser with a flick of her hand. He stood up, reshackling me to the metal table, then retreated into the shadows of the room.
The stick of a woman turned back to me, wrinkling her nose and tossing her impeccably straight blonde hair over one shoulder. "So this is the infamous Maximum Ride?"
I steeled myself. "Aw, shucks, ma'am, I don't know about infamous. Maybe… ruthless? Indestructible? Amazing?" I said sarcastically, leveling her disapproving gaze.
Her eyes narrowed. "Is that so?" She pressed a button on her clipboard—which I suddenly realized wasn't a clipboard, but by then it was too late—and shocked me, sending searing waves of electricity throughout my entire body, rendering me immobile.
Her thin lips curled in a sneer. "Not so indestructible now, huh, Maximum?"
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i love the part where Fang's all "if they so much as POKE max, there'll be heck to pay."
YOU GO, FANG!!! GET THOSE GUYS!!!! GET EM!!!!!! GOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
...ohmygoodness!!!!! i cannot BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!! I NEVER MENTIONED THIS BEFORE!!!!!
...or did i?
oh well.
I READ MAX LIKE 3 MONTHS AGO (OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. IT WAS LIKE 5 DAYS AFTER IT CAME OUT. ANYWHO.) AND I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOVE IT!!!!!!!
I think my favorite part is where they're in the submarine and Max is going out to save Angel and every one tries to stop her and Fang doesn't and she realizes how much she loves him and the whole dramatic, romantic KISS!!!! i totally started squealing and my mom's all whaaa? cuz she's reading the maximum ride books too and yeah. i finally got the rest of my friends to read them!!! go me!!!! like all my friends have read the first one now, most of them have read the second one, and a couple have read the third. my bffne has joined my obsession. :D
** guess what?? i saw this freakin awesome shirt today and it was black and had a pink heart and said "DIBS ON FANG."
SQUEEES!!!!!
I WANT IT!!!!!!
but it was like 30 bucks so i was like pshh yeah right.
heh heh
e-lattes for all! (even those of you who don't drink e-coffee. even though there must be something obviously wrong with you, i still love ya.)
heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh
byes! :D