I haven't updated in AGES! Sorry for that, I have MORE exams and have been going revision mad - again. But anyway, I'm going to leave you guys with this chapter, sorry if it's slightly confusing.
Chapter 13 – Fang and Max
"I'm telling you I don't know anything!"
"He's lying Fang"
My grip tightened on the throat of the man beneath me, not enough to kill, but enough to make him strain for breath. We are currently at the base in Japan, me and the Flock. Getting in was way too easy; Angel heard them thinking about how they bugged our communicators to HQ when we were a couple miles away. It was simple after that, we sent a false message saying we would head in tomorrow, after some rest, and they fell for it. By the time we entered the building they'd completely dropped there defences, and fighting our way to the Boss' office wasn't hard enough. So now here we are, interrogating the guy whilst Angel makes sure he isn't lying. To be honest I feel bad for the him, but I can't let it show through my "dark and scary leader get-up" – as dubbed by Nudge.
"Okay, okay! I'll tell you what I know!" He wheezed past my grip, before I dropped him to the floor. As he lay gasping we surrounded him, not allowing escape, our wings fanning out to block whatever escape may be left – just for the little extra intimidation.
"Talk, we don't have time to waste on you right now." I glanced at Nudge, who was trying so hard to look bad but was blatantly enjoying this a little too much. If it wasn't for the situation I would've cracked up at the voice she just spoke in.
"Maximum Ride was brought to our base to be cleaned up for the auction—"
"THEY SOLD HER?" Gasped Gazzy,
"They were selling products between different companies; and made us use our advanced technology to help fix her up perfectly and quickly for the sale. That was the last we heard from... what was her name... Ms Dwyer, who took her away to the auction. There are rumours that Maximum Ride was sold for 50 billion US Dollars, and after being given a percentage of the money Ms Dwyer has head to our Russian base for personal reasons. That is all I know"
The room fell into silence... Sold? Max was sold?
"Who was she sold to?"
"I hear that it's supposed to be a business man whose power and strength makes all of us look like toddlers in comparison, that's all." That was all I needed to hear, I turned to Angel and nodded as she walked towards him. "Wait! What're you—" He fell silent as Angel's hand landed on his forehead; her whole memory wiping thing still creeped me out, but it was useful.
"So, what do we do now?" Asked Iggy, walking out next to me as the others followed, behind. I sighed, rubbing my pounding temple,
"It seems we're heading to Russian guys, anyone have any Russian friends?" The others were quiet, "Thanks guys" I mumbled sarcastically.
"I just hope we get to see Max soon..." Mumbled Gazzy quietly; I sighed again, patting his head gently before heading out of this building. I didn't like this one bit; I could feel an all too familiar churning in the pit of my stomach.
Last time I was in Russia it was just me and Brigid.
And it didn't end so well then either.
-----Max-----
"Good morning Max, would you like some breakfast?"
I shot up in the bed, and found my face inches away from a – surprisingly – good looking one. I jerk away from the man, falling off of the bed in the process and hearing a deep chuckle as I did so. I quickly moved into a sitting position, glaring darkly at the man on the other side of the bed.
"Who the hell are you? Ever heard of knocking?"
"I did. Seven times. And I'm Dylan, I was looking after you while you were still more or less paralyzed." He stated in a cheery tone,
"I guessed" I muttered sarcastically. The smile I received was so bright I had to fight the urge to blink as I took in his features. Dark blond hair sweeping away from his face, tanned skin over an – obviously – lean, muscular frame which looked over six feet from where I sat on the floor. His bright turquoise eyes watched me the way a child would after opening the birthday present they always wanted. I didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable, or kind of cherished under that gaze. Wait, cherished? Where the hell did that come from?
"Do you want some breakfast?" He asked again, pulling over a tray and placing it on the bed in between us, and sitting next to it. It smelled heavenly, and I was more or less drooling just by looking at it. A full English breakfast, bacon, eggs, sausages, fried bread, baked beans, tomatoes (both plum and fried), fried mushrooms. And if that wasn't enough, next to it was a carton of orange juice, a huge cup of hot chocolate, and a pile of muffins and cookies.
Before I could respond my stomach gurgled in a way I've never heard it gurgle before, making me snap my mouth shut. He chuckled again as I flushed red, making me glare harder.
"I'm guessing you're hungry right, just eat. You have my oath your food isn't spiked or bugged in any kind of way." I would've sworn at him, but another gurgle from my stomach reminded me how hungry I really was. Carefully, I pulled myself onto the bed, keeping to the edge and pulling the tray towards me. After eyeing it for some time I picked up the fork and began eating, and almost cried out of happiness. It was DELICIOUS, and I almost forgot that Dylan was sitting there watching me as I devoured my food... almost. Within minutes my plate was licked clean, and I sat sipping my hot chocolate and finishing off the cookies.
"Compliments to the chef" I murmured – I mean seriously, give credit where credit is due.
"Thanks, I made that this morning" I was surprised, but kept silent until I'd completely finished, it was then he finally stood up.
"Max, will you please come with me? I'm guessing you are feeling uneasy about the current situation." Her turned and pointed to the wardrobe, "In there are some clothes, that door over there leads to a bathroom which you can wash up in. I'll wait outside until you're done." and with that he left the room, taking the empty tray with him. As I headed to the bathroom I couldn't help but frown, what the hell was wrong with me? I'd accepted his presence almost without hesitation, and eaten food from a more or less complete stranger, I didn't ask any question and now I'm doing as I'm told? That must have been some strong ass concoction they pumped into me.
This is strange. Really strange.
Dylan only took me next door, and when we opened the door I found we'd actually entered a nursery.
Children were running around as if they were having the time of their lives. Mutant children by the looks of it; some had wings, others had scales, one girl looked like she had baby horns; I've never seen anything like this. Another thing which I didn't expect was how when they noticed us standing there, Dylan was more or less rugby tackled to the ground by all these kids. I just stood there, glancing around and taking in surroundings, looking for any sign of escape and finding none. My mind wandered to the Flock and my heart filled with worry. Are they doing okay? Did they make it out on time? But most importantly... why had it taken me so long to even think about them? It was almost as if I was forgetting them.
"Excuse me Miss?" I jerked back to life, looking down to find dozens of pairs of eyes looking up at me, as one girl with wings tugged on my jeans. "Are you Max? Are you the one Dylan always talks about? Is it true you're a mutant? You don't look like one, you look normal. Why are you here? Is it true what 'Father' said about you?" The faces watched me expectantly, but I was silent. Father? Who's that? What the HELL have they been saying about me?
"Max, we have to go" Dylan put flatly, but I simply couldn't hear him,
What the hell's going on?
"Max" he repeated.
I'm so confused.
"Max"
I want to see the flock.
My trance was broken as a hand gripped my arm and dragged me into a conjoining room before closing the door behind us. I yanked on my arm and quickly backed away from him. It was then that I finally snapped.
"Who the hell are you? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me? Who the hell brought me here? Who's the Father? Why on Earth did he pay $50 billion for me? AND WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TOUCHING—"
"Sh, you'll wake up the baby." He said, ignoring me and walking over to a single cot in the middle of the room, reaching inside it.
"WHAT FUCKING BABY?" I screamed, in his arms was a small, sleeping baby boy. As he turned to me he smiled, showing me the child.
"This baby Max... Our Baby"
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Yep, because I wasn't confused enough BEFORE
Don't you just wonder what Dylan's intentions are?