Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update all my stories. I really do mean to do them but I never can. Mostly cause of my almost worrying addiction to new games, whenever I get a new one, I can't stop. Right now it is a new Wii and the Super Mario Brawl game. That game is WOW in my opinion. I can't stop playing. I probably won't update again this week cause I got a bunch of products I need to work on but I want you guys to know that I am still writing. Review because I like to know what you guys all think and I'm sorry for making you wait so long for updates. Heh, I couldn't resist doing some jokes and random flirtations.
Chapter 3: Fang's Clone
I looked up and saw…Fang?? Wait, that's not Fang. Fang is back with the Flock. This must be Fang's previously here-to-fore unseen clone. I always did wonder about that as we all had clones but we had never seen Fang's. I guess he's here. Great, more clones. I hate them. I was broken out of my reverie when Fang, Fang 2, spoke.
"Hi, I'm Nick. You must be Max. I'm such a big fan of yours and am so happy we are going to be roommates!" I looked up at him (still can't get up because of that stupid shock, my gosh that must be a strong one since I still can't feel or move yet, I shudder to think of where I would be if I was fully human) and stared. Did he just say what I thought he said? He just sounded like a guy Nudge and why is he glad that I'm staying with him? Where is the 'I'm going to kill you now' thing that the clones had going on (or at least my clone did)? This is just too weird.
"H-huh?" was my oh so brilliant and clever response though. Of all the things I'm thinking of, 'huh' was the first thing for me to say? I curse my mouth! First betraying me to Marian and now I can't come up with any good responses like I used to be able to do. What is wrong with me? I mentally smacked myself. Fang, I mean Nick, this clone stuff is getting so annoying, just stared at me. He does have very pretty eyes though…wait, hold it! Why am I looking at his eyes? I must be losing my mind, considering I'm a captive to an evil company and hanging out with my right hand man's clone who is my new room mate. Can life get any stranger? Wait, don't answer that, in my life, it just does all the time. Fang, I mean Nick, is wearing clothes. And not just any clothes. Very, very bright and un-Fang like clothes. Ah, bright colors, it burns! What is this, "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream coat"? Angel had decided she wanted to see that and wow, this was a lot like that. I think I must be going color blind.
"I'm Nick and I am a big fan of yours," Nick said again, this time over annunciating each word very slowly, like he was talking to an idiot. But then, I feel like an idiot right now so it fits. But still. This is just weird.
"Um…yeah. Whatever. You're not going to kill me or anything? I mean, like Max 2, she was going to get rid of me. And what am I doing here and what are you doing here?" He smiled and shook his head, his chocolate brown eyes glittering merrily. Yum, chocolate…stupid mind. God, now I'm thinking about chocolate. There really must be something screwed up with me. This is so not cool. This place is already driving me insane and I've only been here for a couple of minutes. That's not a good sign.
"No, I won't kill you. As a matter of fact, I hate killing. I can't do it. Itex is very displeased about that. I was considered for replacement," he grimaced at the memory. "but I am their best hacker, spy, and code-breaker." He finished proudly. I just raised my eyebrow. Sure you are a spy…there is no way anyone could possibly see you, especially in those bright clothes. Note the sarcasm please. The only possible way to miss those bright colors is if you're trying to sneak past a blind person. He noticed my look.
"Oh no, I don't wear these on my spy missions. I just like to wear these as I can't stand all the gray in this building. It is so depressing seeing that day after day after day that I decided that in order to keep from going insane from all this gray; I must wear the brightest colors possible. But I don't wear these on the spy missions." I nodded. I couldn't blame him for the colors, the gray really is depressing. Scientists have no soul, they're smart, but they are definitely unimaginative (and those that are tend to be evil, at least from what I can tell, I have yet to meet a good scientist that's not Dr. Martinez in all my 14, now 15, years of life). They have the saddest choice in colors. Beige, gray, white, and tan are the only colors I have ever seen a scientist use. Is their some rulebook that you can't use interesting colors? No wonder scientists are so stupid; those colors are brain-damaging in my opinion. If you have ever spent long periods of time in a room of the same color, especially neutral ones like those, you should know what I mean. It drives you crazy. I decided to ask the next obvious question.
"How do you know me and what are you talking about being my biggest fan?" Yes, I asked that. I have never had fans before (Fang tells me I have plenty on his blog but I don't usually look at it) and it seems really, really weird. Nick does a little strange tap-step. Someone, kill me now, I don't know what I've done to deserve this, being room mates to a crazy Fang clone but please whoever, do it now. I hope nobody else is going to start dancing whenever I say my name.
"You're like, like a hero to all of us poor experiments! You guys are awesome and are so totally cool! You're the only ones who have ever been able to escape, continually frustrate Itex, and wreck all its plans! No matter what Itex tries to do, you guys always come out on top and escape yet again. Everyone loves you guys!" Yep, crazy fans. And one especially crazy fan boy, who is just so yummy and delicious looking…dear mother of pearl, I think I'm turning into one of those giggling idiotic girls who talk about how sexy and hot people are, especially Nick with his long black hair and gorgeous chocolate eyes that every time I seem to look into them I find myself drowning in. Ooh, bad thoughts Max. Think of something other than him. Like Fang for instance. Yeah, I should definitely think about Fang. Wait, that doesn't work, Nick is Fang's clone so they look exactly alike…argh, stupid good-looking…, maybe I should become a nun and join a convent or something. That way I wouldn't have to worry about this. The only problem is that I don't know any nuns and am not a very religious person to begin with. But it is tempting. So, so very tempting. Especially at times like these.
"So anyways, think you can move yet?" he asks me, very worried. Wow, that's a shift. Going from how big a fan everyone is of our little flock and then realizing I had trouble moving. Hmm, he must be a little dense. I shifted trying to see if I could. I found I could move a little, not a lot, but a little and it hurt less. Now it only feels like my body's been drugged, maybe Valium. Just without the psychotic hallucinations and strange mind tricks. Actually, I'm amazed my mind's working. How is that? I just been shocked but my mind continued to work (after a few minutes) when I just got that massive shock. Hmm, life is just full of surprises.
"A little, not a lot, but better," I admitted. He could easily kill me now but I don't know why I trust him. Probably because he hasn't made any threatening gestures yet and has been talking to me about what he does and how everyone's 'such a big fan'. He's kind of like Fang, but so much more talkative and open. It's very different and hard to get used to, when they look so much more alike.
"Good, I was beginning to get worried." Nick said to me and he smiled at me. Oh darn it, not again! I swear he must know what he's doing to me and is just doing this all on purpose. I must really try not to respond to him, especially since I am going to need to escape and get back to my flock, assuming they would ever take me back. I don't know if they would take me back after what I wrote in that note but I need to try to get back to them and explain why. God, I miss them. Feeling the darkness of unconscious beginning to descend on me, I swore to myself that I would somehow escape and get back to them. Then, I was out.