So here's the newest chapter. It's taken me a while, just for plannings sake. Luckily the story now has taken on a new approach, I have some things sorted out that I think you will like. Just not at first hehe. Anyway, as you read this one might have a different tone as it is kind of like a mirror to chapter 3. I think you will know what I'm talking about. Also: After this I will be updating very (hopefully) frequently.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride! Sheesh you would have thought you would have realized this by now!

"Get Mr. Batchelder down here. NOW!" Mr. Murphy all but screeched.

This was not the plan. This…. This could in fact ruin every thing he had planned. All because of that little brat. He might as well have killed him the moment he walked…. Dragged…. Through the front doors.

Mr. Murphy rubbed his temples trying to relieve some of him unintended stress. If Dame ever found out about this kind of fluke…. He dismissed the thought.

"I need Batchelder! NOW!" His stress grew with his fierce impatience. This wasn't the time.

He looked at his wrist. No watch. He knew what he wanted.

Within a millisecond Murphy had taken a long drag of his much needed cigar. He flicked the ashes to the floor. It cleared his head.

"Why?"

"Something didn't take."

"Forced to start over…."

"Damn it all…."

IG POV:

My eyelids fluttered slightly as I was dragged sharply down the hall. My head was pounding, and I had given up on trying to figure out what went wrong. Then a long needle was injected into my arm….

POV:

Mr. Murphy snapped the pencil he was fiddling with in his hand. He looked up.

Batchelder solemnly walking forward entering the smoggy office.

"Next time run when you are called." Mr. Murphy spoke thickly due both from his frustration, and his many years of addiction.

Jeb nodded quietly, though Murphy noticed a small scowl.

"We need to talk." The sentence lingered in the air for a moment to take effect. Small beads of perspiration formed on Batchelder's forehead.

'Long story short, it failed. The experiment I told you all about. It failed. The experiment failed."

Silence rang. Jeb had a concentrated look on his face. Finally he spoke.

"I'm sorry sir- Can I ask what happene-"

"It was your fault." Mr. Murphy interrupted.

"My… My fault? Sir?"

"It should be obvious." Mr. Murphy spoke slowly as if talking to a child. "Batchelder, the experiment was under your care for years. It makes perfect sense that he would become defiant. It seems that your reckless ability to raise children has caused the boy to become nothing but a disrespectful train wreck. His body has rejected my formula no doubt because he forced it to."

Jeb sat with astonishment written on his face. He waited a moment to digest everything that was said.

"You are telling me that it's my fault that your serum didn't penetrate his brain." Jeb said exasperatedly.

"Exactly." Mr. Murphy restated.

"And you are not taking consideration that a persons will power has absolutely nothing to do with the spinal cord or any of the designated areas the formula was suppose to treat?"

"Batchelder? Are you questioning my work? I couldn't possibly have heard you correctly, because for a moment it sounded as if you were suggesting that it was my fault. As if to say my serum was flawed."

Jeb took a deep breath. "No sir. You are always correct. You are right in saying it is solely my fault…. I hope you can excuse this from me."

"Well that's the issue Batchelder… I don't think I can. You see, this is your second mistake. I am not a man of second chances. You just got lucky Batchelder. In fact, your thin ice just might be breaking. Your loyalty… May have just cost your life."

"Sir please…" Jeb began.

"However- You have been possibly the most helpful contributor to my work. So you will be spared. For now."

"I am grateful sir, I won't let you down."

"You definitely won't. In fact, your going to do a very special task for me."

Jeb allowed a pause for Mr. Murphy to continue.

"If in which case the experiment fails completely… The boy will be no use to us. His eyes are beyond repair. He will be nothing. Maximum has nothing to gain. If this is to occur…. You will execute it" Mr. Murphy sneered.

Execute…. Execute… Kill….

"That won't be a problem, will it Jeb?" He asked slowly.

"No sir….. Not at all." He finally swallowed.

"Then you are dismissed."

Jeb silently made his way down the long corridor when a single word was spoken aloud.

'Shit."

And Mr. Murphy smiled.

I'm sorry it's not so action packed, or the fact that the flock wasn't included. This chapter took the longest for me to write trying to get everything just so. I hope you found it shocking, and are intrigued. If not, well talk to me about it! Please review!