Heya guyz! I finally got round to writing the new chapter, and thank you guyz who reviewed! I hope you guyz really enjoy this chapter, it's not as sad as the last one.

Chapter 11 - ?????? and Max

I gawped in silence.

"Shall we start our bid at $500,000?"

I remained silent, looking down at the unconscious girl. She couldn't be over nineteen.

"1 million!"

"10 million!"

"30 million!"

The bids continued to rise and shouts began to get louder. It was as if I physically couldn't look away from the girl in front of me.

"500 million dollars!" The room fell silent and I was snapped out of my temporary stupor, turning to look at the man making the bid. He sat, hidden in the shadows of the corner in the club. Damn it, this is why father sent us here in the first place! I REFUSE to lose to this man. I shot up out of my seat,

"600 million!" I shouted, but he continued, relentless.

"700"

"800!"

"900"

"1 billion dollars!" the room fell silent, I thought he would finally give up. I was wrong.

"10 billion" I stumbled a bit, before continuing.

"30!"

"40"

"50 billion dollars!" The room fell silent again, damn it why won't you just GIVE IN! The man moved silently, whispering to what seemed to be a body guard beside him.

"Going once!" I glared intently at the area he was seated in, he moved and I caught a glimpse of a hard angry face glaring right back down at me.

"Going twice!" The man got up and stormed out of the room, I grinned despite myself, sitting back down quietly as if nothing had happened.

"Sold! To the young man with the two lackeys beside him!" My grin widened,

"Lackeys?!" the Retards growled in unison. Before the could anything I interrupted them,

"Forget it you guys. We've got what we came for, let's go." I got up and they followed silently.

Within the next ten minutes we were approaching the car, with Retard No.2 carrying our prize over his shoulder. As he got ready to dump her in the car I found myself offering to take her. After doing so I got into the back seat, gently placing her next to me, before the car started moving. I glance at her sleeping form, which seemed to be anything but peaceful, and found myself moving her to make the trip slightly more comfortable. When I realised what I was doing I jerked away from her. I don't know why, but for some reason I found myself wanting to comfort this sleeping girl, I wanted to make her... stay... with us a little bit better; I could feel my emotions beginning to become attached to this girl, for no apparent reason.

And the thought terrified me.

I suddenly was dragged back to reality, and snapped open my vibrating phone. I deep voice broke the silence filling the car.

"Have you bought the specimen?"

"Yes Father, we're already in the car on our way back."

"Good, I knew I could count on you son." And with that the phone line went dead. Again, I found my gaze wandering to the sleeping girl next to me, not really sure what to think of her. And again I found myself feeling guilty for the way she must've been treated before hand. But I forced the thoughts to the back of my head as I tore my eyes away from her unmoving body. What was happening to me? Why the hell was this girl having such an effect on me? Well, whatever it was...

I don't like it.

-----Max-----

As I regained consciousness I couldn't help wish I hadn't.

I felt as if a jet had just crash landed into my whole body, and it hurt like bitch.

Trust that fucking whore; Brigid-The-Red-Head-Wonder had those damn things beat the shit out of me. If it wasn't for my – now – super accelerated healing I probably would've died. All I can remember after that was what felt like a pin prick in my arm before everything went dark. The bitch must've drugged me, and now I have no idea where the hell I am. Heck, I don't even have enough energy to open my fucking eyelids; and all I can do is lie here and swear like a fucking sailor in my head because I'm so fucking useless right now and there's jack-shit I can do about it! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!

My body hurts so much, if it wasn't for this bed then... wait, what?! I'm in a bed? Why the hell am I in a bed? It feels soft on my skin, so as far as I can tell I think I'm wearing shorts and a tank top. I'm lying on my side, making the pain a bit worse but making me generally feel better. I'm trying to open my eyes, but I literally can't; all I can do now is breathe – so I'm guessing there's no chance in hell of me escaping this place.

A small click resonated through the room, as if a door was just opened, before it clicks shut again. I physically can't tense up, so I just try to focus on what I can hear. Soon I feel the bed sink, as if someone just got on. Oh Lord, please don't let them... I suddenly feel muscular arms slip under the blanket and wrap around me, and I pray silently in my head preparing for the worst...

But instead, they simply lifted me up and placed me in a more comfortable position on my back, making sure not to harm my wings in any way. This shocked me beyond belief, but it didn't end there. They continued with tucking me in and moving pillows to make me more comfortable. What they'd done had really helped to lessen my pain a bit, and I felt the form shift to what seemed to be a comfortable sitting position. They sat there for what seemed forever, before I head a clear, deep voice.

"Maximum Ride" The voice was male, I could tell that much at least. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I have the feeling you can so I'm going to continue. I've been assigned the job of assuring your safety by my Father. A woman by the name of Brigid Dwyer, who worked for the company that kept you hostage, drugged you and has sold you. You were bought for the amount of $50 billion."

HOLY SHIT!

"You are now the property of my Father's company – but more in particular, me – and when you wake up, I will be explaining to you properly what will happen to you for the duration of you're stay here. Until then, try to get some rest. I'm guessing you're still in pain from whatever they did to you, right? And those drugs probably aren't helping either. I'll leave you be now."

And just like that, they got of the bed and headed towards the door, I soon heard the familiar click of it opening.

"By the way, my name's Dylan. It'll be a pleasure working with you." Then the door quietly clicked shut again.

I really wish I wasn't conscious to hear that.