Author: avikar PM
Fear. Violence. The need for shelter. Anger. Lust. Rage. Thirst. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Hunger. All of these emotions, these primal instincts, were rushing through my head, each one consuming me. Would it never end!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 13 - Words: 16,675 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 03-22-08 - Published: 10-30-07 - id: 3865542
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Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does, and if you ask me, which you didn't, he's a very, very, very lucky man.
Fear. Violence. The need for shelter. Anger. Lust. Rage. Thirst. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Hunger. All of these emotions, these primal instincts, were rushing through my head, each one consuming me. When I used to be human, I never knew that there could be so many emotions in a person, so many needs and urges. But of course, that was before I was taken to the school. When I had the emotional range of a teaspoon.
It was a beautiful day when I was taken. But like many teenagers, I was too wrapped up in my exams to notice. It was the month before school ended, and I was studying for the end-of-the-year-exams. The exams would decide if I would move on, or stay behind. I was studying like crazy, absorbed in my calculus as if it were water and I was dehydrated. That's when it happened.
I'd always known Tony was creepy, the type of guy who'd turn out to be a mugger after a year of friendship. I'd always thought that it was probably the way he grinned at me, as if I was just a plaything. But nothing could have prepared me for how creepy he actually was.
I had almost figured out one of the most complex problems when he stole my books. My head snapped up and I stared in shock at the sight before me. In place of regular, creepy Tony, there was non-regular, wolf-like, and creepy Tony. Now that I think about it, I should have bolted the minute I saw him. But of course my curious-cat side had to stay and see what in the world had happened to Tony. Ah well. Curiosity killed the cat.
"Hey babe, now's not the time to be studyin'." I blinked in surprise at his rough gravelly voice. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought that he hadn't spoken in decades. But like I said, I knew better than that.
"Tony… is that really you?"
"Of course babe, who were you expectin'? Some wimpy guy? Oh well, now's about the time you got up and got in my truck. I got some… friends who want to see ya." Now, every sane person out there knows better than to get into a stranger's truck. Especially if they were some creepy guy who looked like a wolf. Unfortunately, I'm not sane. At least, not when it comes to matters like these. So my reaction was to get up and look inside his truck's windows. Now, that was mistake number uno, kids.
Before I could run away, I was grabbed up, slung into his truck, and had the door locked on me. I beat the windows with my fist, shouting at him to let me out, and if this was a trick I was going to kick his butt from here to Alaska. Or Norway, whichever he preferred. He just shook his head at me, amused at my bravery. Or at least I think he was amused. He might have been seeing hallucinations. Or maybe he had gas? But that wouldn't explain the amusement in his eyes.
Tony jumped in his truck. I backed up until I was at the other side of his car. I was scared now, actually, I was frightened out of my wits, frightened of his smile, the bag in his hands, and the rotting-meat-smell that came from his truck. I wouldn't have been surprised if I wet myself right then. But I didn't, because I have such a strong bladder. Yay for me.
"Tony! What are you doing! Let me go! I'm going to call the police!" I screamed, cringing as he came closer to me.
"No, you're not going to do that, babe. I destroyed your phone yesterday. And why would I let you go? My friends are really, really anxious to see you." He muttered softly. I shivered.
"Don't make me punch you!" It was a ridiculous threat. I couldn't punch my way out of a cardboard box, and he was really strong. I could tell that by looking at his muscled stomach.
"You won't do that, now will you? I might have to hurt you, and my friends would be mad at me. Just let me put this bag over your head quietly, and you'll make it easier on yourself. You'll also be able to see your parents again, someday." I froze. He was threatening me and my parents!
Seeing my frozen, disbelieving expression, he quickly yanked the bag on my head and tightened the string. My first reaction was to start hyper-ventilating. Bad idea. I inhaled the sickly sweet scent, and before I knew it I was out like a light. The last things I could sense before slipping into unconsciousness was the feeling of my hands being tied together with rope, and a voice whispering promises in my ear, saying I was "going to have a heck of a time" with my new wings. Oh no.
AN- I hope you liked it! I know I shouldn't be doing another story, but this one popped into my mind and wouldn't leave!
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