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So, hey guys, this story was ac slam dunk! Way bigger hit than I expected. And since I have so much support, here's the second chapter!

I HELP WRITE MAX'S PART!

Ignore the caps, that's Arch. He's annoying. I think he's my conscience. Which is weird because I expected a girl conscience since I'm a girl...

Anyways! Even if you think I'm insane, read on!

Nick

I sighed to myself during the car ride home. Silent as always. "Nicolas, you caught the most wanted fugitive in the world with a broken wrist." In my dad's language, that was the closest to a 'good job' I was gonna get. And an apology was one hundred and fifty percent out of the question. The rest of the ride was awkward and silent. And when I got home, I immediately started on my chores. I had to do all the cleaning and cooking ever since mom died.

I thought about Max's offer. If I left, I could create my own name, be myself, no rules, no chores, just freedom. And with Max, my idol. I have to admit, I wanted to let her go the minute I caught her, tell her to hot wire a car and follow the highway. But I didn't. This was a once in a life time chance. I could finally be someone other than Nicolas Walker, the screw-up with daddy issues.

I sighed again as I cleaned my already clean room. What was there to clean anyways? Nothing, the house was spotless. I snatched my backpack from last school year out of my closet and dunped all the junk out. Who cares if I didn't go to college? FSU could find someone else to take my place. Dad didn't even know I got accepted to that college. He'd die if he knew it was for the arts. But what can I say? I'm an artist in the making. One of my paintings- I can only do them in school because dad would flip if he saw me using acrylics in his house- sold for five thousand dollars, cash.

I tossed in a couple notepads and some pencils for when I was bored on the road. Then some jeans, tee shirts, and an extra pair of converse just in case. "I'll get the money last." I mumbled to myself, throwing in all kinds of things. I tightened the brace on my arm and added in a couple photos of me and mom before she died.

I hated looking at those pictures, because I missed her so much, but they were a reminder that I was once a kid, and not always my father's robot. After I was done packing, I shut and locked my door, and scribbled out a quick note for when my dad got the spare key and came in my room

Don't try to find me, I'm gonna find my place in this world. This isn't my home anymore, it never was, I hope your life is better without me, seeing as I'm nothing but a disappointment to you.

I read it over once, tossed it on my bed, and slipped out the window, expertly sliding down the side of my house. It was nine now. I'd wait one more hour to bust her out.

With nothing to do, I walked all the way to the graveyard and found my mother's tombstone. It was marble, with an angel guarding her. The angel was my idea. I painted it and set it over mom after the funeral. I smiled at the dark wings. I was trying to make a representation of me in a way.

To show her how much I missed her, and how we were always together, even apart. "I know you're probably mad at me, but I don't belong here anymore. I'm sick of being nothing but a shadow. I wanna make a name for myself. I wanna be someone that nobody will ever forget. Max can pull the strings for me. I'm sorry if I disappointed you too. I love you mom, I hope one day I can be who you wanted me to. But for now, I'm a fugitive." I whispered, and walked away.

As I did, a sharp breeze ran through my hair that seemed to be going towards the jail. I smiled to myself. It was impossible, but I think my mom heard me, I think she wanted me to go with Max. I think she believed in me. And I knew she was watching over me every step of the way.

Line Break

I had just withdrawn ten thousand dollars from the bank acoount, and now I was cutting up the debit card with the pocket knife I brought with me. After that was done I tossed the pieces in the air and let the breeze carry them away.

Then off I went towards the jail. Max got maximum security with at least five cops guarding the cell door and three guarding the window. Good thing I was prepared. I hid in some bushes and took my dart gun out of my bag.

"Nighty night, doofuses." I muttered, before aiming and firing. Because of my skills, that one dart got all three of them, grazing their necks, but just enough to insert the medicine. They all yelped and got their guns out. One guy took a step forward, and crumpled. "Ernie! What's wrong?" One guy said, rushing to his side, then slowing, then dropping his gun. I snickered as he fell, passed out as well. And then the third guy just dropped.

"Phase one, check, phase two, don't fail me." I mumbled, walking over to the building, taking the guns, stuffing two in my backpack and using the third one to shoot through the barred window. I heard a yell an instantly felt guilty for shooting someone, but kept on going until I had to reload, then went to go again when someone snatched it out of my hand and aimed it at me. I yelped and jumped back as a bullet whizzed right in between my legs.

There was laughter as Max's face appeared through the cage window. "I wasn't actually going to shoot you. Have a little faith, huh?" She winked at me and spun around. I heard five more shots, then silence.

There was some ruffling, some jingling, and then the creaking of a door opening.

A few minutes later, max joined me, sprinting passed, and snatching my backpack away. "Come on hot shot! Daddy's on our tail!" Max called as I took off. Daddy? Oh God. My father? I glanced back and there he was, shooting at us as he ran. I gulped and sped up closer to Max.

"We need to get out of here now." I decided.

"Nah? What was your first clue? The bullets or the fact that you're breaking Maximum Ride out?" Max asked sarcastically. I shrugged and all the sudden felt a jolt of pain in my leg. It crumpled under me and I collapsed. Max stopped and aimed the gun at the cops, shooting and shooting.

Then aimed it at my head, her foot on my chest. "One step closer and I'll blow his brains out!" Max shouted, everyone slowed down, but kept going. Max shot and I winced. The bullet smacked the ground, jut barely grazing my ear, then shot back up into the trees from impact. By this time everyone stopped.

"Nicolas?" That was my dad's voice.

"Back up pops, you're all going to drop your guns or he gets it!" Max shouted. Everyone started to slowly put their guns down, except my father.

"What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" Dad commanded. Max yanked me to my feet and wrapped and arm around my neck, squeezing tight so I was couldn't breathe. I clawed out her arm, but that was pointless.

"Help." I managed to get out as she raised the gun to my head. She was a traitor. She just wanted to escape. That's all. She was gonna kill me. Resent suddenly bubbled inside of me as I kicked and squirmed.

"I will shoot you if you don't stop moving, and it won't be in your head." Max snarled. I slowed my thrashing to a stop and slumped helplessly, forcing myself to stay calm and take in what little air I could.

"Look, just let the boy go, Miss, and you can go off." One officer said.

"Tempting, but I can't trust you. You will stay where you are and I will take the boy with me. When he comes back, which he will if he cooperates, then you will know I'm gone." And with that, Max started inching us into the woods, and after we were completely out of sight, she grabbed my hand and started running. I didn't object until we got to the edge of the woods.

"Good acting, hot shot!" Max smiled at me and patted my head.

"What? You weren't really gonna shoot me back there?" I asked, a little confused.

"Nicky, have some faith would you? I wasn't going to shoot you. We made a deal remember? And I hold myself to my promises. We need to make a stop at HQ, and then we'll be on our way to Paris." Max explained, as we walked on.

"Paris? Oh my God! Paris?" I snapped quietly.

"I go everywhere. But come on, who expects to find a fugitive in a city of love? Well, this what they'll think. It's the least likely place for me to go, which makes it the most likely place. But I never go to the same place twice and I've already been to Paris. Btu since I got a sidekick, we'll be going." Max said simply.

"So in other words, they think you won't go to Paris because they know that you know it's the last place they'd look for you, and that makes it the first?" I asked a little confused, trying to confirm. Max nodded.

"I got some friends in low places too. Especially in Europe. After Paris, we go to Italy cause I need to catch up with an old friend." Max added casually as she led me across streets and passed building, not trying to hide herself at all. Very cocky. I liked that.

I took on some details I had missed this morning, like how her chocolate eyes had green flecks in them. And how her straight brown hair had blonde highlights with one chunk of red that was side bangs. Her skin was tan and she seemed really confident.

"So, do we go undercover or anything?" I asked, Max laughed lightly and ruffled my hair like I was a kid. Though I was older and taller, she made me feel like I was four and three feet shorter than her.

"Oh no silly, we be ourselves basically. Did you bring any cash?" Max asked, searching through my backpack that she stole and successfully pulling out thirty dollars. "I need some new shades, and clothes." She added, pulling on her stained tank top. I nodded in understanding as she continued to rummage through the pack.

"Oh my God? How much money did you bring Nick?" Max asked, looking at the cash a little bewildered.

"I wasn't sure so I brought ten thousand." I shrugged as Max froze on the street we were crossing. A car blasted its horn at Max, not stopping. I yanked her on the sidewalk and flipped the person off as he shouted some bad things at her. Max yanked a gun out of the bag and shot the back of the car. It swerved and crashed. Max set the gun back in my backpack and casually walked off as if nothing had happened.

"Did you kill him?" I demanded.

"No. I shot his hand." Max shrugged and walked off down an alley. I followed, rather annoyed at her ease with shooting someone. After taking a few turns, we entered an abandoned warehouse and Max walked up the stairs with me trailing her. "Yo Ari, I got a new recruit." Max snapped, opening the door. He looked about me age, and smiled at Max, then frowned at me.

"Max, knock him out and let's get out of here, two people is hard enough. But three?" Ari glared at me.

"Ari, please. Just let him tag along for now. He brought ten thousand! We can actually sleep in a hotel tonight instead of in an alley!" Max said excitedly, as if a hotel was a mansion. I began to wonder if her life was as wonderful as I thought it was.

Ari smiled at the Max's face lit up. I could tell he cared about her just by that loving smile. "Alright, but only because of the cash." He added, looking at me.

"Thanks Ari! You're the best." Max hugged Ari tight and smiled at me reassuringly. I began to wonder if this was the same girl who killed seven officers with only her bare hands, if this was the girl who played guys to get their money, if this was the same girl who could break at of any prison, because right now, she looked like a regular teenager, getting the new iPhone.

"Come on boys!" She slung an arm around Ari's shoulders, than mine. "Let's go get those tickets to Paris" I liked how she said Paris with a french accent. It sounded beautiful ,her voice was like silk. I'd always had a crush on the great Maximum Ride, but now that we met in person, it was like love at first sight. You're insane, Nick, Max is not looking for a relationship, she's looking for a place to get tickets to Paris... the most romantic city in the world.

Okay, so there's chapter 2! Hoped you liked it!

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Yup, no singing Arch! Anyways...

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