Riddle 2: One voice to rule them all, bon cone minion will not stand to see the next sun-up, but the demon will stand for whys right. Although some scream "Mutiny!", others gain hope, but who will chant "Victory!" ?

Riddle 3: Powerless you are in the face of danger. One who lives without the prize may still deliver you to safety. Another has had the power all along. It's up to them to save the future.

Mutiny and Anguish

Max's P.O.V.

I thought that I had misheard. I thought that I was just fabricating the illusion of getting out, but then the enemy lost all the color in their faces; their baneful smirks dropped. Bridget, Jeb, and Chu rushed from the room. The door, our only exit, slammed behind them. I watched and caught the immediate feeling of hope from their panic. My gaze didn't leave the door. My heart didn't stop pounding. I gripped the cold, steel bars as a hush fell over everyone. Palms sweaty and throats dry we all hoped and prayed that a certain green-eyed savior would bust through the entrance any second.

Finally it came. Screams echoed outside the door, making my breath hitch. Then it went quiet and all that could be heard was the sound of a lonesome set of feet padding against the floor. The doorknob shook, and so did I in the anticipation. A loud click signaled that the lock had been broken and the door slowly drifted open, and hailing on the other side of the threshold was none other than Gwen Orksmith. She was beaten, battered, and coated in a thick coat of fresh blood, but she was standing.

"Gwen!" Kale cheered in a childlike joy. She didn't grin, or smile, or even react. Matter of fact, she just bared her teeth and held a up a red stained key card. More voices came from somewhere beyond the door, causing Gwen to toss the key to me and turn to throw up her fists. I caught the piece of plastic clumsily, grasping to it like my life depended on it; technically it did.

"Hurry! Dispose of her!" Chu shouted. Gwen snarled, curling her fists. Ox and The Herd stampeded forward. Ox arrived fist, swinging a nasty punch strait at Gwen. She took it to the eye, but shot back with several left hooks. Ox tried another righty. Gwen ducked and dodged, ramming him in the gut and bobbing back up in time to catch him while he was bending over from the blow. She jumped up and swung her leg to hit his shoulder. He stumbled as she landed and straightened herself. Pulling himself back together, Ox looked her in the eyes. Her stance didn't waver as she punched up at his jaw and swiped her foot out to knock him off balance, but he, being the giant beast he is, just stumbled. He got his busted knuckles another go around and shoved Gwen to the wall. His hand wrapped around her windpipe and his eyes narrowed.

"Your finished," he ground out. Gwen's lip lifted up in an intimidating grin. Next thing I knew her knee jerked up and hit him square in the private square. His mouth formed an O as his grip loosened. Gwen pushed him off and he fell.

"Consider yourself castrated, Ox," She spat, looking down at the beefy boy with a satisfied smirk.

Palomino, the horse hybrid, came running at full speed to the scene. She constructed a perfect roundhouse kick. Gwen barely dodged, dropping down to her knees. Palomino kicked at her head, but Gwen went into a backwards roll and again kept out of the way of another killer kick. Next was unspeakable. Gwen latched onto Palomino's flying ankle and twisted. A loud pop echoed. It sent the horse-girl to her knees, but she didn't stop there. Her fists came in droves, each hitting Gwen in various locations. Orksmith bared her teeth and lashed out, sending a knockout strike to Palomino's temple. With two down, the three still to come didn't put up much of a fight, actually they didn't fight at all. From what I could see, they just stopped and stared. Then came more footsteps, trudging down the hall in sync. Fang, by this point, had glanced over at me and told me to unlock the cages.

I had completely forgotten, considering how I was watching the fight intently. The card had the face of a Whitecoat. In the picture the man wasn't smiling. His lips were pursed and thin. That's when I read read name Joey Dranls labeled across the top. My eyes flicked back up to see a corpse laying in the hall. The body matched the ID. I made no attempt to ponder where I had seen the face before, no, I simply held the piece of life saving plastic up to the new high tech scanners on the front of my cage. A click echoed and I slowly pressed the palm of my hand against the cool, smooth metal. The barred door opened with a groan. Bolting out, I rushed to Fang's crate and unlocked it. The key card was passed about and winged children hurried to freedom, but we were trapped.

Coming from down the hall was a covey of red-eyed "angels". This time the scene felt off. The female who usually leads the group was missing, leaving only the three umpteen boys, or should I say men, and the two smaller males. One of the younger boys looked like a demented Gazzy, and the other was none other than Eris, Gwen's possessed brother Carl.

Storm barked orders, but nothing could make us move. It was Gwen against the little devils, and she was in deep. Blood literally splattered out onto the blank, grey walls. The white tile was doused in crimson. Then she was pushed. Gwen came crashing down, hard. She tripped over dead bodies and came in a sliding mass back into the room. Our room. Kale flew to her side, lifting her up. I spotted something then; something...wrong. Across the crest of her wing was a strip of curved metal to fit her wing. It had screws in it. She held her wings behind her like they were heavy, and I bet they were. The scientists, if you could even call them that, ruined her beautiful wings. Now they were armored and burdened. Gwen was now on her feet, and so was the rest of the Migration. With balled fists they stood against all odds. More Eraser's filed down the narrow hallway, and I watched hopelessly as our rode to freedom was blocked with oncoming obstacles.

"We're trapped!" shrieked Alex.

"I'm not going down without a fight!" announced Ice.

"I won't stand down, either," Jace added.

"I'll throw them some fire from h*** if I have to!" Flair growled.

"We have to get out," Melee said.

"I'm scared," Jester squeaked.

"It'd be easier to blow out the wall," Iggy suggested, but Gazzy debunked it with something I thought I'd never hear come out of his mouth. "I got nothin'."

"Our powers...!" Angel protested.

"We don't stand a chance," Ebony declared.

"Calm down everyone! We're going to be ok..." I tried.

"It's not worth the risk," Fang retorted, causing me to go tense. Fang is always up for a fight; he ever backs down. I bit my lip. Should we surrender?

"We have to win," Kale thundered. "We're going to fight through this! Dylan has already said we have a future, right?"

There it was. According to Dylan were going to get out of this. With these simple words we all gave glances around the room, face to face, and sent curt nods. While this argument had been developing Gwen had stepped back up to the borderline, also known as the doorway, and was in a heated conversation with Eris.

"This isn't you!"

"It is...now."

"I know there must be some part of you left buried under this act."

"Not much."

"Please, Carl, I need you now. I need you."

The boy seemed to chew it over. His eyes darkened as he glanced back at me.

"I am programmed to capture the Maximum, the Epic, the Ultimate, the Supremes, and the Chief…" he recited, causing Gwen to frown and sigh in frustration and grief, "but I am a human being. I am forced to obey the laws of physics, and I am bound to mortality. Death is the only thing that can keep me in restraints, yet I obey a ruthless voice as if it were my mother barking my name. No longer shall I heed to the words, or carry out Master's orders. The unjust draws me out of my slavery, and for once I will think as if I have a brain beneath my skull."

Our eyes bulged as we stared at the wise ten year old.

"That's mutiny!" Stated one of the Dark Angels; the one that looked like Gazzy.

"Precisely," nodded Eris as he turned to face the group. Then the Erasers parted and up came Jeb, signaling for a frail and fragile Night to follow. She came with no expression, and it made me wonder what had happened to her.

"Experiment 34-290DA, stand down," Jeb ordered. Eris didn't budge.

"Eris, this is foolish," Night warned.

"And so is this life we live!" Eris defended.

"Please, step aside," Night coaxed.

"This is my sister. Her blood runs through my veins, and I care not of the pity task of killing if it breaks the bond of family!" Gosh, they talk like their a thousand years old!

"Shoot him down," Jeb said with an exasperated sigh. Night shadowed her eyes from the sight. A gun raised and Gwen had no time to push Eris out of the way. A single lead bullet flew through the air and stopped only when it hit him square in the neck. This started the war, and for once I saw. I saw the blood bath as it truly was. A girl, one with little power or strength, fighting tooth and nail for something she loved. Children slugging it out to put me back with my babies. A dead boy laying sprawled in his own blood because I had rebelled so many years ago. Why do I sit so high on my throne? Am I above the mutiny, the pain, the death, and the disease? No, I'm in the middle of it; in the middle of a war known as life, where we can't settle for what we have. No, we have to touch the sky when we were made to inhabit the ground. People want more than what they can have, when in reality what we have should be all we want. There's no peace for us, and fighting for it doesn't help out much, either. As the battle raged on, as the cried of agony grew, so did my hate for the world. That's when something snapped. That's when I earned my name: Maximum.

Ooh, next up: SOME MAX ACTION! But please review! Please?