A/N: Hey, sorry for the late update, had a teeny case of writer's block, but I'm all good now. I'm going to see if you guys can try getting TWENTY reviews for the next chapter. How's that for a challenge? Ha-ha 1st reviewer can be a character in the next chapter :) How's that for awesome? REVIEW!!! I have big plans for future chapters…Muhahaha (Devilish grin) Hint-Hint Cough-Cough FAXXXXXX.
Max's POV (FLASHBACK)
My eyes fluttered open, and I winced at the pain now forming in my head. My sweat stained face stung with a searing uncomfortable ness. Confusion raced through my head like a cross country runner. The nerving anesthetic smell filled my nostrils, nauseatingly effective. A moan slipped through my chapped lips, smeared in blood. I coughed back blood, new tears clouding my vision.
"I can't believe it Bryan, the rumor was true! They managed to capture Experiment 001, I can't wait to get an example of brain tissue from this one." An evil son of a gun entered my field of vision, his sanitized hands tucked neatly in his pressed white lab coat.
"Statistics show she's a natural leader, with a flock! Could you imagine that? They're practically birds! That's what they call themselves, the flock! It's remarkable Alexander." The other white coat had a slicked back greasy black comb over. (Which might I add was completely unattractive?) I glared at them with a penetrating fierceness, one seemed to back down, intimidated, but the other one just glared at me back. His filthy mustache twitched along with his left eye.
"You'd better appreciate us and our fellow scientists' experiment 001, that is if you want to be specially treated as planned." The one known as Bryan grabbed my cage's bars tightly, growling at me.
They stalked out, already discussing future experiments. Fun. I searched the room for any sign of the flock, or Jeb. They were no where to be found. I layed back against the large sized dog kennel, defeated. I shut my eyes, trying to act as calm as possible, but miserably failing, to say the least.
Jeb walked in suddenly, followed by a small group of erasers, and fellow white coats. He had the erasers drag me out, ignoring my complaints and protests. I spit at his feat when I was knocked to the floor.
"Max, please cooperate. It is in your own best interest." He looked at me remorsefully, ordering the erasers to surround me.
"I guess it was in my own best interest to be sent her again? Right?" I screamed, on the brink of tears. He took a deep breathy, tired of my disrespect.
"MAX! Enough. The flock will be harmed if you do not do what we say!" That shut me up. So much for being independent. I walked freely in the middle of a crammed group of eleven or twelve erasers as a precaution. Jeb led us down the hall ways, and into a private room, with no windows. I was seated at a table at the center of the room.
Max
It was the voice.
Hey voice, long time no hear, ha-ha get it?
I nearly cracked up out loud, probably convincing everyone that I was officially mental.
Enough jokes Max, this is important.
I'm tired of being serious, come back another day.
Listen Max; if you listen to me you can save your flock. I panicked as the Voice's monotone voice informed me.
Where are they?
On their way. It doesn't matter, just listen. I listened for their next words unsurely and nervous.
If the flock comes, the school will consider them a threat and "Eliminate" them with the newest version of eraser, if you pretend to hate the flock and have a huge fight, they will leave and won't be harmed. I couldn't speak; the whole conversation went through my head. I couldn't tell my only family that I hated them! But I had to. Period.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angel and Fang walk in, scared and depressed. I knew what I had to do. If I was going to save my flock, I was going to make sure they never needed me ever again.
I blew up at them, it was so much the opposite of me, I became scared. I couldn't stand it, I wanted to scream and break down, but if I was going to convince the white coats, I had to convince everyone else, especially myself. At the end of my horrible rant, angel was sobbing hysterically. Fang just glared at me like he no longer knew me, but he didn't. I was a new person, I was a monster. There was no reason for me to live.
When all was silent, and I was in the safety of my cage again, I broke down. Crying until the late hours of the night. It was like ripping my heart in two, a very painful process. I wasn't quite sure what my fate would be, but I knew my flock would be safe. The great Maximum ride always cares for others first. That maximum ride is dead to me. I'm dead to me.
"God, if your out there…listening right now…I'd like to say this is my second time to pray, and I'm not quite sure what to do…Please keep my flock safe…Fang's flock safe, I mean…Please let me return to them someday…remind them that I love them…I didn't mean what I said, it was just to trick the white coats…Please help me lord…Amen," I curled up into a solid ball, retreating to the far corners of my cage. That's how I stayed for the rest of the night, crying so hard I could barely breathe. Somehow I knew that was the last time I would ever see the flock.