Hello world! It's avian-american-supporter, and this is my storay. This chapter also took me a long time to write, so sorry. No, it wasn't really 'hard' it just took a long time because I wanted to listen to Eminem, but it's hard to write while listening to rap. However, it is shockingly easy to write while listening to, say, 'Bella's Lulaby' from the Twilight soundtrack (no, I'm not a fan [yet] should I read it? I'm debating against myself in my mind. Of all people, you guys would know!) Also, this song by Vocaloid isn't bad – called Deep Sea Girl. It's pretty and sad. Unfortunately, the next few chapters will actually be 'hard,' so don't be surprised if it takes, like, two and a half weeks or something. :3 Sorry, I like to talk, even though I'm not even talking right now. Sorry, I also can't make my chapters any longer but nothing will stop me from TRYING!
I couldn't see anything. Not even my knee that was uncomfortably shoved into my forehead. I would probably get a bruise there. Pleasant.
I wasn't sure, but I thought we were in one of those big, clumsy vans the Erasers used to drive everywhere in. Once in a while I would hear Star moan or Kate whimper. I wondered if their knees were in their foreheads too.
After about ten minutes, I heard one mutant say to the other, "We drop 'em here?" and the other said, "Yeah, with the others."
The others! I thought. It must be them!
Then my sack was dropped on a gravel road. The impact jarred my knee into my forehead yet again, making a bigger bruise. How did I know it was gravel? Ask my butt. I heard two muffled thuds somewhere to my left and knew Star and Kate must be as uncomfortable as I was.
Next I was picked up again and thrown over a shoulder, feeling the rhythm of a mutant's steps. His boots scraping the grit beneath us was the only thing I tried to concentrate on; that and an escape plan. I wonder what this thing is tied with, I thought, wondering if I could rip through it. Come to think of it, what is this sack made of anyway?
I didn't have time to think up an answer, because the next thing I knew, I was dumped out of the sack into a hard, metal cage.
"Max?" It was Dylan. I sat up as a mutant slammed the cage shut and locked it. I looked around, trying to find him, and finally found his figure in a cage with four others stacked up on it. He was about four yards away from my cage.
"Dylan? What happened to you guys?"
"We thought we were camouflaged enough, but then one of those mutant things snuck up on us and grabbed us," Ratchet said.
"How did they sneak up on you?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well, it turned out they figured we were coming, so they secured all entrances and stuff. They caught us when we were trying to sneak in to find Maya," Ratchet explained.
"What do we do now?" Star complained from the cage on top of me.
"Yeah; and the others are on their way, too," Kate added.
"Hmm," I muttered, biting my nails. "Well, if you think about it, the plan isn't different than this. I mean, originally, we were going to sneak inside and look for Maya, right? Well, now, we're inside, and we'll probably find her in another cage somewhere, right?"
"I guess," Dylan said, trying to encourage my optimism.
"We all know that won't happen, Max." Fang spoke for the first time since I had seen him last. "We can't even escape ourselves now – how are we supposed to find Maya and escape with her as well as all of us?"
A moment after he said this, the mutants came back, sacks in hand. Cages were opened and slammed shut again as Nudge, the Gasman and Holden were shoved cruelly into their own cages. The mutants piled them one on top of the other and left the room, grunting and making odd noises. "Ow," Nudge moaned from the base of the stack.
"You guys okay?" I asked, concerned.
"You could say that," Gazzy answered and I winced, imagining just how un-okay he probably was.
"Did anyone see Maya?" Holden asked, wanting to get to the point.
"No," Kate said hopelessly.
"We'll probably be able to spot her within the next few days during test—" Dylan started, but he was cut off by the slam of a big, heavy door. All heads swiveled to our visitors – all unpleasant.
"Maximum Ride," Jeb said as he fixed his glasses atop his nose. "Come with us." Two shark mutants stepped out from behind him, smirks and grins on their ugly, mutant faces. They unlocked my cage and pulled me out by the arm. "Don't touch—" I started, but then, a figure leapt up out of the air from some unseen location screaming "Heeyyyaaaaaaaaa!" and plowed right into the mutants holding my arm, who instantly released their grip in surprise.
And who was the attacker that just ran over my captors?
Why, it was none other than Maya.
"Maya!" Everyone cried in unison.
She smirked, then turned to me and hastily said, "Quick, Max, this way! They're calling back up!" I looked over at Jeb and saw how he was frantically calling in more mutants and scientists. Maya grabbed my wrist and led me through hallway after hallway, going deeper and deeper into the School.
"Where are we going?" I shouted to her.
"A little place I know," I she shouted back.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of a white door. I peered over her shoulder as she fingered the knob.
And then she twisted it.
Ooooooooohhhhh…. Dramatic. Tell me what you think! Because if you don't review, I will be : (
I'm going to cry today because it's 9/11 and I am sad.