I saw Breaking Dawn Pt. 2 today! *does happy dance* Then I went to Sweet Frog! *screams with joy* I forgot that Max and Fang were in the Penthouse for Nighttime Antics (last chappie) so I will act like they are NOT on the train this chapter. So anyway let me do the norm:
VampiresExplodeInLight- Thank you for calling me an utter genius (again- my ego's exploding! JK- not yet). I bet your just sitting on the edge of your computer waiting for this chapter. :)
killroy225- You're welcome for the 2-in-1 chapter special. I might do a 3-in-1 today for Black Friday. Maybe, maybe not.
To Kill A Blonde- Thank you for saying my chapters (2 and 3) were great! What movie were you talking about in the review? Hunger Games?
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or Hunger Games in any way. Just ask Dylan and Peeta.
Dylan: Thank goodness she doesn't own MR!
Peeta: *gulps* What Dylan said.
Me: Back to the torture chamber you two. Hey! If you review, I might just let Fang and Gale out of the chamber, too!
Peeta and Dylan: LET US OUT!
I looked around and saw a running track. I looked over at Fang.
"What about some friendly competition with the Flock?" I asked.
"I'm in!" Fang replied.
I spent the next 5 minutes rallying up the flock. Gazzy and Iggy were at a bomb station, go figure. Nudge and Angel were with Peeta at the camouflage station. 'Fashion art', they called it. Dylan was at the archery fields. He was terrible.
"Here are the rules: You will be in pairs. We will add your times together. Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge, you will be a team. Ig and Dylan will be a team. Fang and I will be a team." I told them.
"Hey! No fair! You'll cream us!" Gazzy cried.
"Sure…" I said. "You guys are a team of three. You could easily beat us."
Some people came around and started to watch us. As we lined the start we had one of the bulkier tributes from District 2, I think his name was Jerry, keep track of the time. Another tribute from District 8, Luna, I think it was, called out:
"On your mark, get set, GO!"
I took off fast, at lightning speed, and won the round for my team at 10 seconds. Some of the kids stood back, astonished, and I realized I just let one of my secrets out. Oops. Oh well… Fang came in second with a time of 45 seconds with Iggy and Dylan closing in close behind two seconds after. I smirked at Fang.
"Told you I was faster."
"I thought that was just in the air, Max."
"There's a reason they call me Maximum."
"What is your maximum anyway?"
"Yeah, Max." Iggy joined in.
"I don't know, didn't want to stretch or permanently damage a muscle, I guess." I replied to Fang and Iggy.
Angel, Nudge and Gazzy all came in at the same time.
"50 seconds!" Jerry called out. Some kids looked amazed.
"That's a one mile track…"
"How do they run so fast?"
"I don't think they're normal."
"They have wings!"
"I want them for my allies…"
"Hey Fang, wanna go box? It can't be harder with dummies than computers."
"Yeah, sure." He replied.
We walked over to the boxing ring and called over a dummy. I put on the gloves and started jogging in place to get my muscle warmed up. Then I connected my fist with its face. Over and over again. Right, left, right, left, right, left. I swung my leg back and knocked the dummy over and went to work on the next one. Fang kept up with me as we killed the dummies over and over again. I round housed kicked one in the chest, the stuffing flew out. I punched one in the chest and then heard a familiar buzzing noise in the distance.
"Fang," I whispered, "they're back."
I gave the Flock the normal "HEADS UP!" as we assumed our positions. Fang tapped Iggy on the back of his hand twice, telling him they were close. The first flyboy flew in. I shouted, "EVERYONE DOWN!" But some of the bulkier kids stood up to fight. They knocked one, maybe two, down before getting knocked out. I roundhouse and punched them repeatedly and Angel, my baby made them drop like rocks.
"Keep it up guys!" I said. Iggy got a swipe that could've been fatal if he hadn't dodged it. Then I ran out of flyboys and my arch enemy appeared.
"Oh," I said, words filled with hatred and disgust. "It's you again. Whad'ya want?" I said slurring my words from my split lip.
"To kill you, none the less. To make sure you die in these games. You and your little bird brain of a Flock." Oh, he went there. I punched his lights out and round housed kicked him in the stomach. He howled in pain and punched my jaw. I saw red and punched him in the groin. Ooooh, that's going to leave a burn.
"That's what you get for messing with me and my Flock Ari, siblings or not I can't kill you, but I can sure as heck hurt you badly. You work for the enemy."
"The one who took care of you and betrayed me? The one who loved and cared for your precious Flock? For you Maximum Ride? He's the enemy. No. He's my enemy now Maximum." Ari said.
It was true. Jeb Bachelder was not always the bad guy. No. He took care of me and the Flock until we were eight and then he left. Then he betrayed us. He made a mistake, and he hates us for it. So now he wants us dead.
But that's not true Max. He didn't want to, he had to.
I don't care Angel. He still betrayed us. What do you not understand? Get out of my head.
I kicked Ari in his gut and then hurled him down to the ground, but not hard enough that he couldn't fly away and get out of my hair for a while. Ari whimpered like the little dog he was and flew away. I hate him so much. He hurt my family and my Fang. NO ONE hurts my Fang. Ever. If they even attempt it it doesn't work out well. Ever.
"Don't you think you're being a little harsh Max? I mean the last thing we want is everyone afraid of us." Fang reasoned.
"They're going to end up trying to kill us anyway Fang," I sighed. "it doesn't matter what they think."
"Oh but Sweetheart, it does." A sickly sweet voice said.
"Stay out of this Haymitch. You don't know what I've been through," I said.
I then realized the crowd was still there.
"There's nothing here to see people." I scowled.
"Someone's hostile…" One of the career tributes said.
"Like you're any better." Katniss spat at him.
"Rawr," The tribute said.
I narrowed my eyes at him. I said this statement scarily calm, "You and the others will go back to whatever you were doing before. Capiche?" I said with a frown on my face.
He gulped and said, "Yes ma'am."
I turned to Haymitch. "I know what I'm doing drunkard." I walked away with Fang trailing me.
"What was that about?" Fang asked me angrily.
"Let's go to the camouflage station." I said.
"Are you sure you don't want to hurl knives?" Fang asked uneasy.
"That sounds fun," I said and we walked over to the knife hurling area.
Soon we found that the rest of the day goes by so fast when you try to hurl knives with good accuracy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DON'T MIND ME… I'M JUST A TREE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey Effie," I said cheerily in the Penthouse.
"Someone's happy," Effie said.
"Yup! I learned how to hurl knives today… turns out I'm pretty good at it. Fang… not so much." I said happily.
"Well I'm just happy that you're happy for once." Effie said.
"What's for dinner? I'm hungry." I said
"Tonight we are having chicken pot pies and chocolate fondue. We're having an appetizer of cheese fondue tonight as well." Effie said. "In fact… oh there it is!"
My eyes got as big as dinner plates. On the metal tray was a huge caldron of cheddar cheese fondue. Surrounding the fondue were some pitchfork like eating utensils and some food to dip in the cheese. The food consisted of crisp, fried pig fat smelling bacon, cheddar cheese biscuts, cooked pasta noodles, crotons, celery, broccoli, cauliflower, and potatoes.
"We get to eat ALL of that?" I ask. Effie nods.
"Fang is going to love this!" I said, running upstairs to get Fang.
"Hey Fang!" I said. "There's cheese fondue on the table!"
"It's cheese fondue Fang."
I grabbed his hand and we walked downstairs. Fang and I ate all the bacon and cheddar cheese biscuits before anyone else got to the table.
Suddenly we heard a blood-curdling scream. Fang and I looked at each other. We ran upstairs and saw…
Sorry to leave you at a cliffy! Review for Fang and Gale! I have to finish a project now, but I should post again tomorrow.
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