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Me+ more than the healthy amount of chocolate-chip cookies=BIG UPDATE! *bounces up and down in chair, grinning like a ditz*

Yes, I'm slightly scary when given too much sugar. *munches on another cookie.*

Anyway….I got one question- Silent Broken Heart, here's a sticker! *gives you a sticker*

doesn't the anon person just stop trying to kill Max and Fang? They're not evil, are they? One, story wouldn't be as exciting if he stopped. Two, no, they're not evil, technically…

Ask questions. You know you want to.

MPOV

Ella and I finally reached the other side. The other side was totally trashed. Buildings had boarded up windows, and graffiti-ridden walls. Other buildings didn't even have the decency to board up the windows, exposing razor-sharp splintered windows. Cracked and empty beer bottles lined the streets. Shouting could be heard in the distance. And we walked straight towards it.

"Max, are you sure this is a good idea?"

I sighed. "Well, if we don't do it, then we're risking mom's life."

"Yeah, but we're risking our lives by doing this."

"Just follow my lead, Ella"

With no other choice, she just trailed beside me, looking frazzled and scared.

We approached the bar quickly. There was a single guard outside it to keep out any under-agers. I nodded slightly at him, not meeting his eyes as I walked to the next building. From there, I went behind the building, traveling until I reached the back entrance to the bar. I pulled the bills from my back pocket, and hid them in a fist.

"Stay behind me and don't say a word. Okay?"

Ella nodded vigorously.

With a deep breath, I vehemently knocked on the rusting door. A few seconds later, a scruffy-looking middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes that exposed a plump, rounded stomach opened the door.

"Can I help you?" he asked none too kindly.

"Mind if you let us in?"

He narrowed his eyes and he leaned in to get a better view on me. "Now why would I let a young bitch like you into this rotting bar?" He was so close I could smell the liquor on his breath.

I held my poker face and waved the bills out in front of him. "I think that's for me to know, and you to keep quiet about."

The mad glanced behind his should towards the blinding lights, shouts, and way-too-loud music to make sure no one was watching. Then he discreetly took the money into his hand and held the door open wider for us to step in.

I paused. "I'm glad we understand each other."

"You're a damn good dealer for a sixteen-year-old."

I gave him a smirk. "Just perfecting the necessary skills."

"Well. I hope to see you in the business some day, chic."

"Of course." Like I'd ever sell drugs with you, buddy.

I stepped past him and into the bar. Loud music was blasting through hidden speakers. Slutty girls in way-too-short-short-skirts and midriff tops danced on top of some of the tables whiles guys all around them wolf-whistled and called out things too disturbingly nasty to put in this story.

"Don't talk to anyone unless necessary and stay within a ten-foot radius of me. You ready?"

Ella gulped and nodded. She looked immensely terrified. But, even though it pained me, I had to do this. For mom.

I gave Ella a tight squeeze. "Be safe." Then we both went in our separate directions.

FPOV

I watched helplessly as Max and Ella went around to the back of the bar, spoke with a disturbing man, and entered the bar. I wanted so badly to step out of my hiding spot, grab her, and run off. But I couldn't exactly do that. I mean, what are the odds that I 'just so happened to be at the same bar as you, Max.'

My God, Max! Why don't you just stay out of trouble once.

I knocked on the same door I saw Max go through just moments ago. The same man answered.

"Good day."

He simply arched an eyebrow.

"I'm friends with the girl you just let in. May I…?"

He inclined his head, appraising me. "I dunno. I think I need some convincing."

I sighed and pulled out a couple twenties. "That enough?"

With a nod, the doorman stepped aside, allowing me through.

I immediately started searching for Max. I found her by herself, wandering around the bar. She looked like she was looking for someone. Just then, a man stopped her and began to speak to her.

You better not get yourself killed again, Max.

MPOV

As I was picking my way through the crowded, sticky bar, A rough hand lightly grabbed my elbow and spun me around.

It was a man. He'd actually be handsome if I didn't know what he'd been doing all night: drinking and trying to get lucky.

"Can you please let go of my arm?" I asked in a sweet, tone.

"Of course, M'Lady." He gave a dramatic, sweeping bow.

I gave a fake, practiced giggle. "Charming."

"Why thank you." He straightened up and leaned against the bar we were standing by. "So, what's your name?"

Quick, Max, think fast! "Madeline," I answered casually.

"Madeline, huh? That's a pretty name."

"Thanks."

"So, what do people call you?"

"Madd, Maddie. Oh, and someone once called me May May."

He grinned a boyish grin that you expect from the quarter-back on the football team. "That's cute."

I nodded and smiled back. "What's your name?"

"Adam."

"OH! I love that name!" I exclaimed like a regular ditz.

He smiled seductively at me. "Really? What do you say we take this conversation to the dance floor."

Perfect. The dance floor on the top level of the bar would definitely give me a good view of the whole place. I'd go up there without a dirty-minded guy with me, but you can't exactly just stand in the middle of a dance floor doing nothing.

I smiled seductively back. "Sure."

Adam caught hold of my wrist and towed me up the stairs and into the middle of the dance floor. He pulled my body against his and he started swaying and grinding against me in time to the music.

I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought. This is totally disgusting.

But I went along with it, letting my body flow with the music.

As Adam closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of my body and trailed kisses and nipped slightly at my neck, I scoured out the bar, completely ignoring him except for the appropriate moan or sigh now and then.

Yes, Maximum Ride knows how to be a seductive barbie doll. But I save it for secret missions.

I looked at every blond head in the bar. Her hair's too short. Mom would never wear something that skimpy. Mom's not that young. Not the right hair color. Hair to perfect. Mom wears red lipstick, not pink. Hey that kinda looks- oh, wait. That's a guy. Oops. Sorry, mom.

Defeated, I returned my attention to the boy throwing himself at me. Currently, he was sliding his hands up and down my back inside my shirt. How did they get there? His face was buried in my hair and he was nibbling on my ear, my neck, my shoulder. Anywhere I had exposed skin, he had his mouth. (From waist up, for those of you with the sick minds out there.)

He kept pressing me closer and closer to him. And then his hands slowly traveled down from my back, to my butt, then he was groping under the fabric of the skirt I hastily threw on before Ella and I left.

I groaned, trying to resist kicking the guy where the sun don't shine, and he took it as passion.

"Wanna go somewhere more private?" he whispered huskily in my ear.

"Uh…"

Adam took my hesitation as temptation and started pulling me towards a dark corner. Frantic, I threw a hasty glance over my shoulder. Meeting Ella's eyes, I sent her a look saying 'help me!' and motioned towards the guy trailing me towards a solitary corner. She understood instantly and began to make her way towards me.

We reached the corner and Adam began tugging at the corners of my shirt. "Let's see what you're hiding under this nasty ol' fabric, baby."

I giggled nervously and he noticed. "Don't be scared," he murmured. "If this is your first time, I'll make it special."

Uhm…Gag! Ella, hurry!

Adam tugged the shirt off me and started groping for the hook on my bra. I searched for Ella and saw she was caught up by a fight that had fired up between two drunks. By the time she got here, I'd be known as the school's biggest slut.

I knew I only had one choice. To prevent Adam from tugging off my clothes, I smashed my lips to his, slipping my tongue into his mouth. The effect did as planned. He was too startled by my sudden affection to bother with my clothes. He simply kissed me back and tangled his hands into my hair.

Ella. Hurry up! Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on-

Someone cleared their throat. I instantly recognized the person as Ella and, as quickly as I could manage, I untangled myself from Adam and tugged my shirt back over my head.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mum needs us home, Maddie." Ella used a fake-but very believing- British accent. Huh. I wonder why I didn't think of that before.

I quickly covered it up with one of my own British accents. "Of course, sister-dear. Mum'll probably be expecting us soon, and we have a long drive home!"

"Since when did you have a sexy British accent?"

I resisted the urge to smack him. "Silly, I've always had it. You just didn't notice. Now let's get home before Mum kills us both and we end up in the bloody torture chamber again."

"You're parents have a torture chamber?" Adam looked genuinely confused.

"Of coursed, silly. Doesn't your Mum lock you up in one when you do something wrong?"

Adam looked terrified of me. "Uh… I'll catch you later…" He melted back into the crowd and I sighed in relief.

"Thank God, Ella. That boy was more persistent than dad was when he tried to get us to eat vegetables when we were young." I hugged her. "I cannot begin to think how I can repay you."

"You wanna know how?"

I nodded.

"Get us out of this hell hole before something really bad happens."

I laughed and linked arms with her. "Let us go, sister-dear. Don't want to keep Mum waiting, now do I?"

"Of course not, sister-mine!"

We teased each other in our somehow fluent British accents as we walked out the way we came with a quick good-bye to the doorman.

FPOV

I was boiling with rage. How could Max have let that man grope her without so much as an attempt to push him off. I watched her silently from my perch on a barstool to see how the night would end.

As the night progressed, I saw that Max didn't really have any feelings towards the guy. She was just using him to get access to the middle of the dance floor, which had a good over-view of the place. Max scanned the room with hope dancing in her eyes. But by the time her search was over, it was lost. Who was Max looking for in a bar?

One thing was for sure- I needed to talk to Max tomorrow at school. If I didn't get to know her soon, my time may run out. Then we'll both stop coming back to life.

And we'll never be able to live our love in peace.

Alrighty then. I'm off to bed. G'night everyone! Review, get some rest, and I'll see you all back here tomorrow!