Wildfire:: Last Comfort, New hope Chapter 15: Fifteen:: The Contest is Comming!, a maximum ride fanfic

Hey everyone! I'm really risking my butt doing this right now. I'm not suppose to be on the computer for typing fan fiction just for doing homework. Anyway I hope you like this chapter!

Fifteen

FPOV

The talent competition I was holding was coming up fast, like I barely had time to do my homework on a regular basis kind of fast. It didn't help that some days I could barely go to school. The days I did get to go I would always check on Max, and the days I was away I would worry that she wasn't safe, because she probably wasn't, even if I was there.

After the day I had confronted Max about the apparent assassin I had texted Lissa a couple of times to try and see when it would happen. The only information I got was that it would not happen till the competition was over. Beyond that I had no clue as to when Max could be taken away from us.

On another hand I also found that I might be spending a lot more time with Lissa after the competition since she had entered and passed the preliminary rounds. She had a great voice for all I could tell and had a good chance at winning the singing part of the competition guaranteeing her a duet in Wildfire's next album. This was not the band's choice to let some random person come sing with us but our manager had said that it would be good for our image. I was practicing with the band now for our three song introduction to the competition in which we were going to sing a cover for the song I Write Sin's not Tragedies, our song End of Your Rope, and our new hit, one that had come out a few months previously, Hello. The cover was to show what exactly what was going to happen at the competition with each person's performance.

My older brother, Jake, was on the bass and back up vocals, while Dillon was on drums, Sam on keys and me on the guitar and of course main vocals. Dillon and Sam didn't show up much around me but they were two very mischievous brothers that were one year apart. Dillon, the older had blond hair and really blue eyes, and Sam was just about the same.

"Common guys lets run through it again." Jake called coming into the room, we had just taken a break to let some of us, namely Jake annoyed with the twin's constant pestering and purposeful messing up the song.

Silently I picked up my electric guitar, its form a comfortable familiar in any foreign environment. The obsidian body of the guitar was an easy representative of who I was but strangely enough the darker brown of the neck would remind me of Max's long golden brown hair and the streaks of color that went through it... wait... scratch that... you never read that part. You hear me?

Anyway Dillon picked up the beat on the drums counting out the tempo for the song. After a couple of measures I picked up strumming on my guitar playing out a G and then a C.

MPOV

Life felt like a living hell. Seriously there is no doubt behind those words in any way possible. I was being forced to sing covers and original songs for "Lissa's" talent competition while knowing that they were planning to kill me. I had found that Lissa was going to say that after I die that she was going to say that from all the grief of loosing the "only person that felt like a real sister to her" she would not be singing anymore, then go to Fang for her comfort. I felt that Fang wouldn't let her anywhere near him after I died since he knew the whole scene behind why it happened. Thankfully I was now singing a cover for one of my favorite songs so that Victoria and Lissa could see how that range of my voice went. They knew I knew the song and thought they could use that to their advantage.

"Alright Max lets run it through. I want to hear you do your best! No exceptions!" Victoria's voice cracked through my headphones.

There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet

Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and under dressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...

When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it

Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...

Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it

And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.

I sang my heart out so that I was guaranteed a meal for the day. Apparently the Victoria liked it, but I sure as hell didn't. I was having a terrible time. Especially when that slut of a girl, Lissa would look at me like I was just a slab of meat with a good voice and a lot of money that she would take someday. Thankfully I now had a friend that she wanted but didn't have. I had Fang. Suck on that bitch.

I was completely relieved when Victoria called for me to come out of the booth. We all got into the car and made our way back to the house. The drive was boring and highly uneventful unlike the drive here from Vermont. When we cane up to the door I knew that I had to get as far away from Lissa and her mother. So after entering the house I slunk off into one of the many different entrances to the corridors that were hidden in the walls.

Not wanting to go to my room and eventually face Lissa again I went straight up to the twin's hideout. Neither of the twins were up there and I saw on one of the screens that they were hatching some sort of prank for their nanny in the kitchen.

I sat down in one of the pillow nests that the kids had made and just let myself lay there. My life was a living hell of stress and I finally had a break from it all.

After a few munitions my phone went off in my pocket. Pulling it out of my pocket I opened it up to see that I had a new text. It was from Fang.

Hey! I have my first afternoon of in a while. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?

Well there is that chapter! I hope you like it! And of course I must say that we are on the brink of Fax, so if you want it sooner please R&R! Seriously! Please!

Fly on,

FangAKat