Okay, I know that I'm like evil for the hold up. Butttt- this chapter should be at least slightly longer than all of the rest. That's the hope anyway.
Disclaimer: I am not an old man. Therefore, I am not James Patterson. THEREFORE, I do not own Maximum Ride.
" Don't try and out run me, I'm only faster. Don't try and save her, she's only smarter. Don't try and crawl back from where you came, you'll only end up hurting yourself." Iggy's mind replayed and replayed. Each time he turned, the message replayed louder and louder until it was thudding against this skull. He tried to move, to sit up, but he felt as if he was sitting on solid ice, slippery to the touch. His head was feverish, and he had broken out in a cold sweat.
And it was quite obvious he was hallucinating.
Mr. Murphy smiled to himself as he watched the subject from behind the wall. He tried not to smile, but it was only natural. After all, it was a job well done.
He grabbed the keys from the other side of the room whistling to himself. It was half past nine at night, and he needed to be home. He lerched forward, grabbed his coat and headed for the door. It had a special code on it so the subjects weren't able to escape...err, wander off. He dialed in the numbers 9 4 33 6, and the nob clicked. Just before he left however, he turned and looked at the young boy. For the first time in his life, he wondered briefly what it would be like to be on the other side of the cage. He shook away the thoughts and ventured out into the cold.
On most days on his drive home, Mr. Murphy thought only of one person; his wife. But strangely, this day was a tad different. He thought about his wife sure, what she must be cooking and how her day went. On the other hand, he thought of that boy 'Iggy' yes, that's what he was called. He thought of his wide eyes, and for once Mr. Murphy's torturous ways didn't have that glossy paint like he did on most days. Mr. Murphy frowned, he wasn't like this. He was a man of pride, and he only did prideful things. That's the way he was raised. He shook his head, turned on the radio and drove home.
When he was home, he took off his coat and smiled at the sweet smelling air.
"You like?" Monica asked him gingerly.
Mr. Murphy smiled and nodded while scanning his wife from head to foot. She was wearing knaki shorts, and a beautiful torquis blouse that showed off her seven month baby bump. She smiled in return.
"It's pasta bake, your favorite. How was work?" Monica twirled. She was a very happy woman, full of love and laughter.
As if Mr. Murphy couldn't feel anymore guilt, he lied. "The office was great. Made loads of progress."
Because that's all his wife knew, he worked in an office, and he always made progress. What she didn't know, hadn't hurt her yet.
-George slow dances with his wife-
Max wiped the dirt off her forehead. Her hair was caked with blood, dirt, and a mysterious substance that the Eraser had left. She turned swiftly, and punched one in the gut, kicked another where it counted, and yanked on another one's fur.
This fight was exactly like the one when Iggy was taken. The exception? They were prepared.
Gazzy was shooting off a string of bombs right after the other, and it seemed like he was blowing their brains out. Fang was round house kicking one, and swiping the other with the hidden switchblade from his shoe. Angel was looking serenly into a pack of Erasers whispering in their ear to jump off a cliff, which they did, gladly. That only left Nudge.
Nudge was...talking? Screaming? She was muttering off a string of high shrill voices at the Eraser. He was on the floor in agony, looking like he was just about to commit suicide to stop the screams.
As soon as she was done, she nodded triumphetly.
Max looked over at her as soon as she had round-house kicked an Eraser in the head.
"Sweetie?" Max asked.
"Yeah?" Nudge replied.
"Well...Um...What was that exactly?" She asked confused.
"You see, an Eraser came up behind me and punched me in the gut. It hurt really bad! Then I screamed, and it sort of looked hurt. So I did it some more, except like higher pitched, and he like fell to the ground. It was so flipping funny! And then all I did was like talk while having my voice so high, and he started to cry! It was amazing!" Nudge clapped. "You should try it!"
Max looked uneasy. She wasn't sure she could master to have her voice that high, even if she tried her hardest.
"Naa.. that's okay." Max looked up. "It looks like you've got a new talent there."
"You mean like a new power?" Nudge asked brightly.
"Looks like it."
Max looked at her flock. Fang looked bruised, his hair was messed up but in a cute way. Gazzy had a split lip, nothign too serious, Angel cut, Nudge with a broken finger. Everything looked about right. Now to get to business.
"We need to keep moving. We've lost time. Everybody head south, I'm heading north." She started.
"Oh no you don't! We aren't doing this Max-" Fang started but was cut off.
"I want Iggy, Fang!" Gazzy suddenly shrieked. Poor guy, no one had been paying attention to him.
"He's my best friend, my hero. You can't just tell me that you are going to leave him there until he-" Gazzy's voice broke. "You have to let Max go."
Fang's face looked so torn it was like he was in pain. Which it probably was.
"I know." He said solemnly. "But we have to think about things Gazzer. Max is important too. We've used up most of the bombs, and if she goes she might not come back. If Max doesn't come back neither will Iggy. And we want them both save don't we?"
Gazzy thought for a moment. Tears lined his cheeks, but he looked up and nodded.
"Max, we love you. And we want you to stay." Nudge said quietly.
"Fine." She said sharply. She wasn't happy. Not by a long shot.
"We better get a move on then. We've lost time." She said. And with that they were off.
They were going to save him. Even if it meant destroying themselves in the process.
DUNNNNN! So, I thought I'd add a lil twist on the Mr. Murphy deal. Whadya think? Does this warp your idea of him? Or do you feel the same?
Pleaseeeeeee let me know!