Fang. Venom. Must. Die!

Hi everyone! Sorry for taking so long to start writing this

Story! My first laptop was broken for almost two weeks and

I just now got it back! Well I sadly I don't own Maximum Ride,

But I'm asking James for it! Hope you all enjoy this chapter!


Chapter One~ New



We were moving. Again.

'We' would be my 'father' Jeb, even though I swear I was adopted and my younger half brother Ari. If your wondering about where the Mom in are family is the answer would be that mine divorced ,then left, Jeb when she found out about Ari and his mother and I haven't seen or heard from her in about a years. Ari's mom died giving birth to him. We have such a happy family don't you think?

And yes, I did say again. This is the fifth time we have moved in three years. Jeb's job as a scientist doesn't make us move around but Jeb never wants to settle down in one place for some reason. The oh so mysterious reason is that if a town has a woman around his age that is single and not a hooker or slut Jeb runs for the hills from fear of getting into a relationship again. I don't blame the guy. I mean my mom was the third wife to leave him and counting Ari's wife that's five in a row.

I know your wondering just how I know about all this and the answer is that I Max Ride (I toke my moms last name instead of Jeb's) am a relationship expert. Yes, it is true, that I have never been in a relationship of my own before (You'll find out later), but I have picked up on a thing or two from observing from afar.

Well anyway. Basic information here:

Name: Max Ride

Age: 18 years

Appearance: Long light brown hair, normally in a pony tail or stuffed in a baseball hat. Chocolate brown eyes. Pale skin. Tall. I look my age

Type: Tomboy

Siblings: Ari

Father: If you can call him that then Jeb Batchelder.

Friends in life: 2-Tess, who I still write to, and Ari.


Name: Ari Batchelder

Age: 16 years

Appearance: Curly dark hair. Brown eyes. Naturally tan skin. Tall. Looks around 19.

Type: Protective brother/ Anger management needed.

Siblings: Max

Father: Jeb Batchelder, he prefers to call him 'Man who forgot to use a condom'.

Friends in life: 2- Sam and me (Max)


Name: Jeb Batchelder

Age: 43 years (don't remind him of this)

Appearance: Like Ari only older and a few gray hairs (Ha ha). Looks like he is in his early thirties (and woman notice this).

Type: Workaholic who forgot he ever had kids.

Siblings: None

Father: Died when I was three.

Friends in life: 0- unless you count all his Ex- wives and/or woman that he has slept with or had a one night stand with.


Now back to reality.

We had just moved to this town called Rossville (AN: I just made this up.). It is pretty big but not a city or a small town. Me and Ari were already going to school on Monday so we had two days to unpack. I give this town about six months before Jeb moves us again. Why? About ten minutes after the movers started putting the heavy furniture in the right rooms a very pretty Hispanic woman around thirty came and greeted us to the neighborhood. Jeb paled slightly when he found out that she lived three houses down.

Now I am unpacking some of the dishes in the kitchen of are new house. The house is two stories and a basement and we have three extra bedrooms in the house. We have my bedroom (upstairs), my own bathroom (upstairs), my own art room(upstairs), Ari's bedroom (next to mine), a work out room for Ari and me (in the basement), Ari's bathroom (upstairs), Jeb's bedroom (downstairs), Jeb's study (next to his room), Jeb's bathroom (next to his study), a guest bedroom (upstairs), a living room (downstairs), a kitchen (downstairs), a dining room that me and Ari well us (next to the kitchen), and a library (downstairs). Yeah Jeb's job pays a LOT of money. In fact were kind of rich.

Well anyway, I heard a nock on the open front door and saw a boy with reddish brown hair that looked about my age standing there. "Hey" I said as I walked down the small hall connecting the entre room to the kitchen. His eyes saw me and widened slightly as I walked to him. "Can I help you?" I asked him. He blinked his green eyes and smiled at me.

"Hi, I'm Adam. I live about four houses down from yours and I would like to welcome you to the neighborhood." He told me with his smile still on his face. I smiled back. "Well thank you Adam. I'm Max." I said as I put my hand out to shake his. He grabbed it but instead of shaking it he brought it to his face and kissed it lightly. It was at that time that both Ari and Jeb walked in the room and saw. I blushed as Jeb cleared his thought loudly. Adam's head snapped in there direction and he dropped my hand like it was on fire.

"Umm… Jeb, Ari this is Adam. He came to welcome us to the neighborhood." I told them. Dear Lord please don't let them freak out like they always do.

"Well that is some welcome to my only daughter." Jeb said with his eyes slightly narrowed at Adam. The tone of his voice was almost threatening.

"Maybe you should leave now Adam. And… don't talk to my sister again. Got it." Ari growled at the now scared Adam. Like I said before Ari looks much older then he actually is. And with him always working out and being taller then me, most people think that he is the older sibling.

"O-ok sir." Was all Adam said before practically running out the door.

I looked at the them. "Do you guys always have to do that? The guy looked like he was ready to wet himself!" I said to them. Ari smiled at me and Jeb laughed into his hand lightly. "You know we do Maxie!" Ari said while walking across the small room and throwing an arm around me.

Now you know why I have no experience with boys. My brother and Jeb scare them away. Every time.

"Don't call me that Ari! You know I hate it!" I said while glaring up at him. He laughed. "Which is why I do it as often as I can!" He told me.

For the rest of the day me and Ari unpacked and made the house livable while Jeb stayed in his study.

We were both tired by the end of the day and we still had to do are rooms, bathrooms, workout room, and Jeb's room and bathroom.


Next day


Me and Ari went are separate ways to do are rooms and bathrooms.

My carpet was black like Ari's was. I painted the walls dark silver. My bed had a silver gray blanket with black swirl like patterns on it, the pelows were the same only had silver gray swirls and a black back. My bed had a black convent and I had the basic desk, wardrobe, table and nightstand. On my desk I had my silver and black laptop, a picture of me and Ari a year ago, we had one arm around each others shoulders and were both smiling, and a family picture taken a week before the other, Jeb was in-between me and Ari with a slight smile on his face as I held the hand that was on my shoulder and smiled into the camera. Ari was looking at the hand that Jeb had placed on his shoulder as if it was a green tentacle. I do love my dad but we aren't as close as I most families are. In fact me and Ari only see him about three times a week on the rare occasion that he comes out of his study.

On my table I had my stereo, collection of CD's, and my charging cell phone. My CD's were of a wide variety going to Akon to The Rasmus to the Black Eyed Peas to Lady Gaga to Pink.

On my night stand that I had put next to my bed I had my reading lamp, alarm clock, and a picture of my mother that she sent me on my sixteenth birthday. My mother, Alexandra, had cut her hair light brown hair to her shoulder and she was winking and smiling into the camera giving a peace sign in a fashion that I would probably do to. She was wearing a white sun dress and had her long nails painted a bright blue. Behind her was a balcony and far of was the glowing Eifel tower at night. In the bottom right corner was her wrighting in a red pen was 'Maybe you can join me here one day. Happy sweet 16 sweet heart!' On the back was an address and her asking me to write too her or come visit any time.

I wrote to her about a year later telling her about my life with Ari and Jeb and asking what she dose for a living. She wrote back a week later saying that she was sorry for leaving me with Jeb and Ari and Miranda, Ari's mother, and saying that she designs clothes and sells her paintings and owns a popular café with a good friend. She also gave me her cell, work, and home phone number inviting me to spend the summer or a holiday with her when ever I wanted to. We haven't written to each other for almost a year now.

In my bathroom I had a light brown tile floor, a jocose bath, a white marble skink and counter, and a white toilet (Du). I put all my condiments in there.

After I was done with everything it was late out and since I had school the next day I took a shower and got dressed for bed. I walked to my stereo and put in Pink's album 'Missundaztood' and pushed the random bottom. I lay down in my bed and listened as one of my favorite songs came on.

Pink~ Family Portrait

Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh



Ohh Ohh

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Momma please stop cryin, I can
't stand the sound.
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down.
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed.
I told dad you didn
't mean those nasty things you

You fight about money, bout me and my brother.
And this I come home to, this is my shelter.
It ain't easy growin up in World War III,
Never knowin what love could be, you
'll see
I don
't want love to destroy me like it has done
my family.

Can we work it out?

(Can we)

Can we be a family?

(Can we)
I promise I
'll be better,

(I promise)

Mommy I'll do anything

(I'll do anything)

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I
'll be better, Daddy please don't

Daddy please stop yellin,


I can't stand the sound.

(can't stand the sound)

Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around.
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true.
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too.

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away.
't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way.
It ain
't easy growin up in World War III,
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don
't want love to destroy me like it did my

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I
'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything.
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I
'll be better, Daddy please don't

In our family portrait, we look pretty happy.
's play pretend, let's act like it comes
I don
't wanna have to split the holidays,
I don
't want two addresses.
I don
't want a step-brother anyways
And I don
't want my mom to have to change her
last name.

(In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally)

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I
'll be better, Mommy I'll do
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend act and like it comes so
(I promise I
'll be better, Daddy please don't
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I
'll be better, Daddy please don't

Daddy don't leave
Daddy don
't leave
Daddy don
't leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my
shining star?
Daddy don
't leave
Daddy don
't leave
Daddy don
't leave
Don't leave us here alone

Mom will be nicer
'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother.
Oh, I won
't spill the milk at dinner.
'll be so much better, I'll do everything right,
'll be your little girl forever,
'll go to sleep at night,

Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh

I fell asleep as the last words were sung and didn't even notice when Jeb came in my room and turned off my stereo, made sure I was warm enough, kiss my forehead, and whisper a goodnight to me as he did to me and Ari every night.


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