Here's chapter 11 everyone!

Third Person POV:

Jeb watched in displeasure as the emergency team swarmed around experiment N45g3 in a flurry of action. He followed as they rushed out the door towards the nearest lab, his eyebrows knitted together in anger. The doors to lab 13 swung open and closed but Jeb stayed outside, looking through the port-hole window at the young girl.

'O'Connell, can you please enlighten me to why the experiment was left lying like that for hours. Who did you put in charge of the thing? It could be dead for Christ's sake! I need answers Pat, and if you're smart you'll give them to me immediately.' Batchelder's voice was cold and dangerous as he addressed the man standing behind him.

'I, well, you see... The experiment was... the team and I were...' The middle-aged Irish man stuttered and stammered. He shrunk into the wall as Dr. Batchelder spun on his heel and coolly raised an eyebrow at him. 'Dr. Batchelder', he restarted in a more confident voice, 'I left the freak with the lab boy in observation room 9 and I was assured it would be taken care of.'

Both Jeb and Pat knew he was lying his butt off. But lucky for Pat, Jeb had bigger fish to fry and with a slight nod, he glided into the crowed lab. The experiment was flat on the surgical table with people flying around, every person with some sort of medical instrument in their hands. A doctor that had been kidnapped from the outside to treat the injured freaks ran up to Jeb in a panic. 'The.... The experiment is breathing by itself and it's internal organs seem to be okay. The only thing is it's terrible exterior wounds that require immediate attention, especially one on the side of her- sorry, it's- face... What would you like us to do concerning them?' He was breathing heavily, having run all the way from Block C after being paged.

'What?! How bad is the head wound? This experiment is worth millions of dollars people!' Jeb stormed over to Nudge's unconscious form, which was almost covered in her blood. They had cleaned most of the blood from the side of her face and Jeb could clearly see the long jagged cut that went from almost her chin to her hairline, just touching her ear. The wound looked liked a jagged crescent moon on the side of her delicate face. It looked very bad to Jeb and he panicked, he needed Nudge to be alive for his plan.

The teams stood back, terrified of their boss. Dr. Batchelder was a dangerous person and no one wanted to be on his bad side. Jeb ran his finger softly up and down the ragged wound, his face guarded and expressionless. When he turned to face the others his eyes were hooded and his finger bloody. 'Tell me... that this will not damage experiment N45g3 permanently...' He forced out from clenched teeth with forced calmness. They all flinched and a skinny weedy man was pushed forward by the others.

'Well, Dr. Batchelder... We won't know for certain if the experiment's hearing will be damaged for good or just temporarily until it wakes...' He trailed off and seemed to shrink under Jeb's hard gaze.

'See to it that loss of hearing is prevented as much as you can. The other injuries... Only treat the ones that will kill. I will expect it back in lab 17 within the next half hour. That's all.' And with that Jeb turned and stalked out from the lab. The scientists remaining were frozen for a few seconds and then everything was moving faster than ever before. If the freak wasn't in lab 17 in time, there wouls be trouble; big trouble.

'C'mon people, we gotta secure this experiment before it wakes and hurts itself before we have a chance!'

Nudge POV:

I groaned as I felt myself being poked repeatedly. For a second I forgot where I was and just as I was about to yell as Gazzy to go away and stop annoying me when I remembered. I was a prisoner at the place where all my nightmares originated. This was not turning out to be a good month for me.

I opened my eyes carefully and almost cried when I saw the harsh white surgical light fixture hanging above me. Could this day get any worse? My whole body was aching but the place that won first prize for causing me agony was the side of my face. It felt as if it was burning and I went to lift a hand up to feel at the strange bandage thing someone had put on it, I realised I was chained to the table.

Like not strapped down like last time, but proper manacles and chains that allowed me to move my wrists about a foot in the air. What the hell?! This isn't like the middle ages people! My mind screamed but instead of those words, a whimper came out of my mouth. Dang my weak body, it couldn't seem to resist pain and emotions. I had to be more like Max in future.

I suddenly realised there was tons of people around my body that were looking down curiously at me. I started; I hadn't heard them all come around me. I was confused for a second and then it clicked... I hadn't heard anything. This couldn't be good. Their mouths moved and they seemed to be talking to themselves as they wheeled me along a labyrinth of corridors and hallways. I was too busy being frozen in shock to memorize escape routes though.

Could I really be deaf? A part of me screamed 'Not' that there was no possible way in hell, but the logical side of me calmly told me that it all made sense. That I should start adding the puzzle pieces together better...

When we finally arrived I was transferred to another table where I was strapped down with Velcro restraints. I didn't fight then though and I could see the wary looks on their faces as they kept waiting for me rebel. They didn't have to wait long. I snapped out of it when one came towards me with a creepily long syringe, filled with a turquoise liquid that looked deadly. Hell, it probably was deadly.

I screamed, even though I couldn't hear myself, and strained against the Velcro with all my freaking strength. No luck, time for 'Plan B'. I could touch my thumbs against the thin, bloody shorts I was wearing, I decided the only other option was to hurt myself and hope they would stop to get me to stop. My nails were pretty long and some were filed into sharp, lethal points from a few days ago. The others had broken and one had been half ripped off during the battle. Ugh, speaking (wait... thinking) of the battle reminded me of all my pains and aches. Damn, there was a lot of pains, like, every-freaking-where; lucky me.

I flexed my fingers, hoping to get their attention, and painfully brought my nails up and down my legs leaving bloody stripes. The objection was to get them to panic and therefore, oh I don't know, not inject me with the liquid of death. It worked... one-nil to Nudge! Unfortunately, it only succeeded in getting the whole of my hands duct-taped to the table and then secured with more tape. I was left with bleeding, painful thighs and an advancing syringe. I needed to get better at this 'make-a-good-plan thing.

I was just squeezing my eyes shut and preparing my mind for excruciating pain, when the syringe that was just tipping the mocha-coloured skin on my arm was removed. I open one eye warily. They seemed to be listening to someone speaking that had just entered from the door at the back of the lab. He was wearing a whitecoat –Oh, joy... – and a weird hat was covering half of his face. I knew immediately who he was before he looked at me, from his walk and the way he held himself. I didn't need to be able to hear his voice to know that he was, somehow, the person in charge.

His once kind eyes looked down at me as if I was a science experiment and just that simple gesture made my eyes fill up with pathetic tears. I could see his mouth moving and the other evil scientists nodding in pathetic adoration. He produced a remote thing with buttons and switches that just made me want to touch it and press all the buttons that were brightly coloured. Damn, I had to work on my concentration skills big time.

It looked like his big speech was coming to an end and just as I was readying myself for the syringe again; he pressed the red button on the remote. I tried to lean forward to see what it would do but just as I was, my world exploded in pain. I shrieked as the pain consumed me and my vision leaked red. I twisted and writhed in pain, only to discover the Velcro still was stronger than me. After a life time the pain finally stopped and I looked nervously around to find them all laughing silently at me, even him. Jeesh, it was like sitting through one of those silent movies... I hate silent movies.

'You're all freaks and horrible and mean and crazy and there is no way in freaking hell any of you sick creeps is ever going to heaven because you're all so twisted and creepy and I would be worried about that if I was you cause God is going to send you all to HELL! That's a pretty bad place you know and I've heard it's filled with bad people like you all and flames and pools of fire and demons! The demons part used to scare me when I was younger so you had better all be really scared... And when your all old and wrinkly like raisins you'll never be able to get a husband or wife cause everyone will see that you EVIL and hate you for eternity and then the demons will eat you and-' I was going slightly hysterical and my heart was probably beating harder than ever but I needed a good rant so I continued, ignoring all the astonished stares I was getting. Someone obviously never told them I can talk for ages... Sucks to be them right now! 'And then you will fall into those pools of fire and burn up until you're an even uglier raisin-person!'

Since I couldn't hear my voice to judge how loud I was, I just screamed it at the top of my lungs. I saw some covering their ears, well I have been told my voice gets unrealistically high-pitched. Oops.

I sped up seeing him getting a sedative ready, 'and, and, um your all horrible people and if I ever get free I will come back and KILL you all and if you kill me first I will come back and HAUNT you forever!' The needle was being forced into my arm and I gazed up at the person I hated most and spat at him saying, 'I hate you Jeb Batchelder... Go to hell.'

Then everything went freaking black again. I was doing way too much of this lately.

Max POV:

Today was the dreaded day. The Flock was going to school. Real school... Oh joy.

Of course we all had cover names and fake backgrounds, it would be just asking for trouble if we went into a class and said, 'Hell, my name is Maximum Ride and I am an avian-hybrid and here is my flock.' We weren't that stupid, hopefully.

I was keeping the name Max, Fang was Nathan and Iggy wanted his real name which was James. Gaz was pushing for Captain Terror again but luckily I managed persuaded him to take Matthew and Angel picked Amelia. For last names, Iggy and I went under Martinez, Fang was Ride and Angel and the Gasman were the adorable Johnston siblings. I just hoped no one slipped up and forgot our cover names, mainly me.

Iggy shoved on a pair of plain black sunglasses as he piled into the car –Is it a bad sign if you're late the first day? – Because he was pretending to have 'light-sensitive-eyes' instead of telling people he was blind. He wanted to participate in Gym and apparently blind people weren't allowed.... What a stupid rule! As soon as the dumb secretary was done taking down our details a million times and explaining the school map to us two million times, like hello we're not that stupid, we ran to our third class.

Gazzy (Matthew) and Angel (Amelia) were attending the junior school so I gave them big hugs and firmly informed Gaz that 'There would be big trouble if anything was exploded on the first day...' and then watched them skipping down the hallway to their classrooms, an hour and a half late. We rushed to the science room and burst through the door, panting and out of breath. The class looked up, startled, and the teacher gave us dirty looks while he directed us to the free seats scattered around the room.

Fang was put up at the front, I was beside the window overlooking the traffic- filled road and Iggy was right at the back... In the most inaccessible place possible for a blind guy. I pulled him close for a second and swiftly hissed the directions to his seat to him while the teacher tapped his foot impatiently. Damn him. I fumed when a jerk stuck his foot out as Ig walked carefully past and tripped him. The jerk's friends started laughing and one of them gave me a suggestive wink, no thanks!

When Iggy finally got to his place, the teacher resumed teaching and I, being Maximum Ride, completely ignored the fool. This seemed to annoy him somehow so for the rest of the class he asked the 'new kids' (a.k.a. us) questions to 'quiz' us. Huh, more like completely embarrass us and give out heck to us for not knowing squat. When the class was finally over, we slipped away before he could give us that detention he had been threatening us with the whole class. I wasn't sure how many more idiot teachers I could take without punching someone.

Then it was lunch, we wandered though the crowded mess of tables looking for an empty one. We were just heading for one when I felt something on my butt. It was that jerk that tripped Iggy; he spun me around and started to whisper disgusting things in my ear. I had had it up to here with jerks and, well, life at that moment so I promptly punched him in the face and tripped him. I bent down and breathed, 'I am Max Ride, don't even think about it buddy...' I went to kick him but Fang was dragging me away at this point.

I whined at him to let me go back and finish that creep, but he just laughed and we sat down at our table with everyone in the freaking lunch room staring at us. I felt better already. Of course we were caught; the jerk had run to the office crying like a baby with a broken nose and pride, so we trudged to the office laughing all the way. I didn't give a damn what the principal had to say but apparently being called to his office in your first few hours was a big deal. People were whispering and pointing at us the whole way, but a death glare from me shut most of them up.

We were messing with the stuff on the principal's death when he stormed in. Meh, time to face the music...

Well, there is chapter 11... hope you liked it!

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