A/N- Hey guys! Here's a late-ish Thanksgiving update for ya! I would have updated yesterday, the official day of, buy hey, I was too busy chowing down on my grandmas delicious cooking. =P Hope you enjoy, and have a nice day!

SUPER SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT!- To my buddy Bittersweet392! Today is her birthday! I love you Blaze! Lots of exclaimation points as my virtual gift, as well as a virtual pie! Haha have a wonderful birthday buddy! (You're gonna love your real present)

DUMB DISCLAIMER THING- I don't own Maximum Ride. Or Silly Bands. Or Round and Round by Selena Gomez. Or rotten turkey. (Praise the lord for that.)

The Many Faces of Iggy

Pauline the Polar Bear

I moaned a bit, rolling over and pulling the covers back over myself. Why had I woken up exactly? I listened as hard as I possibly could, seeing as I was still half-asleep and really had no motivation to wake up... the house was so quiet...so wonderfully, sleepy, quiet...

I shot up in bed, throwing off the sheets, listening to this phenomenon. That's what woke me up. It was quiet. Totally and completely silent. Wow. Just...wow.

Usually there's some sort of loud noises going on in the house. Since we have a more permanent home and there's no longer the whole make-too-much-noise-and-the-Erasers-will-hunt-you-down thing going on, it's always constant noise. Nudge and her urgent need to play Justin Beiber -yuk- at top volume all day, Gazzy and Iggy with their bombs and loud arguments, Max yelling at everybody and occasionally smashing something after talking to Angel, who contributed to the racket with the Barbies that Mrs. Martinez bought her... the kind that talked every time you touched them. Gosh, I hate those things. All they say is "Hi! I'm Barbie!" Those things are too darn perky to exist.

Back to the point, I haven't heard silence in... a long time. Well, actually, can you really 'hear' silence? It's just the lack of noise, so you don't hear anything.

I was about to sneak out of my macho room full of fluffly stuffed animals when I noticed that something was wrong. I spun back around, suspicious. Scanning the room, I zeroed in on an empty spot on the second shelf from the top, where right in between Leonardo the Lion and Katerina the Koala, I could actually see the back of the bookshelf. I fell to the ground, wailing, breaking the prefect, too-good-to-be-true silence. No, no it couldn't be true, it couldn't be true, this was too horrible to be!

She was missing. Somebody had stolen Pauline the Polar Bear.

I clutched my head, screeching, and started to slowly pull out my hair. This. Was. Mutiny. Who would steal Pauline from me? Only a big fat meanie head, and I was determined to hunt them down. As soon as I was done yanking out my beautiful hair, anyway. But before I finished, the door opened, and Iggy sauntered in, slightly concerned. In one hand, he held a large pink lollipop. In the other, he held Pauline. I felt fury rise up in me at the sight.

"Dude, you've been yelling for almost ten minutes, are you-"

"TRAITOR!," I roared, leaping at Iggy, trying to claw Pauline out of his grip. "HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BEAUTIFUL PAULINE! I HATE YOU WITH THE FIREY PASSION OF AN ANGERED MANGO! DIE!"

Iggy hissed, and wrenched her away, shoving me to the floor. He gave his lollipop another lick and threw it at me, getting it stuck in my hair. No! That dirty banana! He ruined my luscious locks of awesome that Max loved me for! How could he? I thought Iggy was my friend! My eyes narrowed as they fell upon Pauline the Polar Bear, held tightly in his hands. No. He wasn't my friend. He was a traitor who had pretended to be trustworthy for years just so he could get to my stuffed animals. And now he would die.

Iggy glared at me, as well as he could without actually seeing me, at least. "Pauline is mine. MINE, you ludacris fool!," he screamed, tossing her into the hallway so that he had both hand to throttle me with. Which he proceeded to do. I was able to lash out with my legs though, and kick him off right before I was strangled to death by a blind liar. Good thing too- that would be just plain shameful.

Thus began the most epic battle of all time. I beat up Iggy the best I could, and he was surprisingly vicious, actually biting me a few times. We were at it all day, but I just couldn't take that much continuous beating. After a while, I just lay on the floor, defeated and ashamed, as Iggy stood over me, holding Pauline up to the heavens in triumph.

I did it! I did it! To celebrate, I kicked Fangs limp body and marched through the streets, crowing my victory to the world by singing Round and Round by Selena Gomez as loud as I could. Suddenly, I heard a rumbling sound, and saw a large brownish shape. Startled, I dropped Pauline. It was the garbage truck, and I ninja rolled to the side, barely avoiding getting smashed. I actually brushed one of the tires. Standing up, I realize what had happened. Oh no. Pauline!

The truck stopped, right where I dropped her. I could hear the trash dude muttering to himself as he took the garbage off the curb and chucked it into his truck.

"Stupid kids, leaving their toys in the street. Trash, junk, all of it. Waste of money."

I heard a small thump, and my stomach churned sickeningly. They had thrown away my hard-won Pauline. I had pretty much killed Fang for possession over her, and now she was gone. Doomed to rot in a landfill, surrounded by rotten turkey and broken Silly Bands. I couldn't accept this. It couldn't be.

I followed the garbage truck by air, listening to its noisy tires bouncing on the potholed streets, watching what blobby shapes I could, until we came to the junkyard. I listened as it dumped the load to the ground, and swooped down. I wandered that trash heap for days, trying to find Pauline by touch and the few blurry colors I could see. Needless to say, I didn't find her. Eventually, I simply sat down and cried. This was horrible. I couldn't believe it. My Pauline was gone.

That was when I felt a long, hard object pierce my stomach. Feeling the blood rush out of my organs and onto the ground and my lungs fill up, I drowned in my own bleeding arteries and fell to the ground, dead. I cannot believe that I died from a unicorn attack in a junkyard! What the heck world!

A/N- And so the Venomous Unicorn strikes again! Review if you want to see his return in the nest chapter. =D