Author: amongthewinged PM
How Max and the Flock first escpaed from the School. R&R, please.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Max - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,573 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 05-03-09 - Published: 04-30-09 - id: 5030144
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Just to set the time frame, this is back before the flock first broke out of the School. Max is about age ten.
Disclaimer: I don not own Maximum Ride. I only own my character. Just one.
I sighed and rocked back against the bars of my dog crate. My stomach growled, loud enough for Fang, who's dog crate was next to mine, to glance at me out of the corner of his eye. I curled up in a ball, trying to make it stop. It didn't.
It had been at least twenty four hours since the evil whitecoats had last fed us. Maybe they had forgotten. Not even a normal person could go that long without food, much less us, who ate like wolves on a good day. My muscles were like overcooked noodles. Angle, lying a few crates down looked limp. She hadn't raised her head in an hour.
The door open. With my raptor hearing, I could pickup the soft tread of shoes coming closer. They appeared down the row, followed by that disgusting white coat these nutcases wore. They stopped next to Angle's crate.
No. I growled in the back of my throat. Mot my baby. She was too weak to take whatever torture they were going to throw at her now. The whitecoat knelt down next to Angles cage.
The scientist had the weirdest look on her face. It took me a minute to figure out what it was. Compassion. And sadness. This was probably the first time any of these wacko's had looked at us like that.
The whitecoat had short honey-colored hair cut to brush her chin. A scarf wound around her head and tied in the back, acting like a headband to hold back her hair. It completely covered her ears. She was also wearing sunglasses. Weird, but then again, what did you expect from a bunch of loser scientist geeks? She probably didn't even know what the word fashion meant. I looked down at my own plain clothes, ripped and torn. We weren't exactly much better. But we didn't have a choice.
The whitecoat set her bag down next to Angle's crate.
"Hey sweetie. You look exhausted." She whispered softly. She pulled a needle and tube out of the bag. Angle struggled to sit up and move away from the front of the cage. Rage thrummed through my veins. How could they do this?
The whitecoat noticed Angle's movement. "Don't worry. This isn't going to hurt. I promise." I rolled my eyes. If we had a nickel for every time we heard that, we could probably buy a luxury jet by now. Angle just collapsed back on the floor of her crate. The whitecoat pulled a roll of tape out of her bag and opened the door to Angle's crate. She picked up one of Angle's limp arms and turned it over, exposing the soft white underside. She laid the needle against Angle's arm and taped it in place. I waited for the tube to turn red as Angle's fast heart pumped her blood out of her body. But it stayed clear. What? I looked at Fang and he looked back, one eyebrow slightly raised, the Fang equivalent of gasping in shock. The whitecoat looked up and saw us watching. She winked. Winked?
After a minute, while we waited in shock, she took the tape off and removed the needle from against Angles arm. In a quick movement, much faster than a weak geek should be able to, she pulled a vial of blood out of her pocket and connected it to the tub. She sat up so it was in clear view of the camera in the corner and closed it like normal. She put the blood tube in the bag.
She produced and energy drink, the kind absolutely packed with sugar, and a protein bar, small things easily hidden, and handed them to Angle before she closed the cage door. Angle knodded weakly and tore into the bar.
The girl, I didn't want to call her a whitecoat because she didn't seem like a rabid geek, moved down the line, pretending to take our blood and slipping us food. She didn't say anything out of the ordinary until she got to Iggy.
"Hold out your arm and don't move." she whispered to him. Iggy's blind eyes were wide but he did as she asked. He looked in my direction in surprise as the needle touched his skin but didn't penetrate. When she was done she opened the protein bar for him and gently guided his fingers to the top of the energy drink.
"Who are you?" I whispered as she opened my door.
"Kit." She replied, so soft I could barely hear her.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded as she lined the needle up inside the crook of my elbow. It was slightly crooked, probably so it didn't slide into my skin if I moved suddenly.
"Do I need a reason?" Kit responded. She didn't look much older than twenty. She leaned in closer. "Be ready tonight." She breathed in my ear as she undid the tape. Kit didn't say another word as she slid me my food, packed up her bag, and left.
I'll get more written soon. Reviews always appreciated.