Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
"Maaax."
I groaned, flipping my pillow so that it covered my ears.
"Maaaaaax, wake up, it's time for breakfast."
I ignored the voice. So annoying.
"Max, if you don't get up now, I'm gonna get Iggy to make a bomb out of your new Minnie Mouse clock..."
Whaaat... I slowly lifted the pillow off, squinting groggily at the face of my attacker, thinking about punching him in the face. Oh, Fang. Scratch that last thought.
"What kind of threat is that?" I asked.
Fang smiled slightly, saying, "I thought you liked that clock."
"No way! Angel just made Gazzy feel guilty about destroying my Mickey Mouse clock, and insisted on buying me a new clock, except that the store was out of the Mickey ones, and Minnie was the only one left, an–"
Fang placed a cool finger over my lips, silencing me. "You're rambling."
I grinned against his skin. "Then make me not ramble."
He raised his eyebrows, knowing what I wanted. Gracefully, Fang leaned down and touched his soft lips to mine.
I sighed, and opened my mouth. Fang's tongue brushed my lower lip, making me shiver with pleasure.
Eventually, our tongues entwined, and all thoughts of breakfast were washed away. It was so wonderful. He was so wonderful.
It was a perfect moment.
– — – — –
Caroline Stone frowned at the screen. She turned and snapped her fingers at her assistant. "What do you think of this memory?"
The assistant was a sniveling little nobody, according to her. "Dr. Stone! U-uh, I th-think..."
Dr. Stone gave an exasperated snort. Assistants. Who needed them? Just do everything yourself, and everything will run smoothly.
Turning back to the screen, she scrutinized the contents again. They were quite irrelevant, and likely to trigger residual memories for sure, but they were interesting.
Interesting...
Dr. Stone glanced back at the operating table, where an experiment lay, strapped to the steel surface, blond hair fanned out like a halo around her head. Wires were attached to her everywhere, all connected to a main computer. Max, they called her. Batchelder's pet.
Very interesting...
Dr. Stone's finger hovered over the Delete key on her keyboard. Her memory flashed back to when she herself was a teen, having a similar experience to Max's memory on the screen. She frowned again.
Sighing, she withdrew her finger, easing herself back onto the chair. She did all this, for what? To ruin other people's lives, other people's joys. Oh wait, they weren't people, were they? They were mutants.
But was there a difference?
A/N -- Just something I felt like typing. It's not that good, with the weird ending and all, but it was anger management. Trying not to strangle everyone at school for giving me so much homework. xD Yes, I do realize that I need to update my other stories. Oh well.