I guess I finally got inspired. Well, actually more like an idea for the ending. Anyways this story is a REAL mess. I spelt Reilly two different ways!

I haven't read the Maximum Ride series in a while, and my interest has died down a little. So their personalities may be a little off, some stuff might be wrong, or just downright weird.

:covers face in shame:

Max's POV:

I woke up in a bed. My bed, the one I usually use when we visit mom's house. This feels good. I don't want to get up, but I know I can't fall back asleep. I need to get a jumpstart on the day anyways.

I sit up and bed, and wince. I. Feel. Like. Crap. And that is a huge understatement.

I reluctantly crawl out of the bed and try to stand up. Of course, my legs gave out, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. And I seriously don't feel like getting up.

I know what your thinking.

Shut up. I don't need to hear it.

I pull myself up to my feet again, and do some stretches. Some leader I am, I could almost feel myself becoming lazy. Nope, not me. I will not let that happen.

I roll my shoulders, content to find that nothing hurts. No bleeding, no hurting, just soreness. And stiffness. Whichever. My wings are fine too. Extra bonus. Well, time to face the day.

I open my door and walk out of the room. I yawn and stretch my arm above my head. Being lazy sounds really good right now. I hear soft footsteps from up the hall, and I glance over to see Fang walking towards me from his room.

"Hey Fang." I say smiling. Seeing his face makes me all jittery inside. "Feeling better, I see." He says.

I smile. "Yup. That's me. Get hurt then recover fast." Fang chuckles and walks over to me.

Then, out of nowhere, my hand reaches up and slaps him across the face. I stare at him in shock. What the hell was that?! I just had the sudden urge to hit him, and then my arm moved on its own!

Fang stares back at me in shock. He holds his cheek, where it is slightly red from my hand. He hardly even moved. It was like hitting a rock. "What the hell was that for?!" He half yells. Oh great. I could see the irritation pouring out of his face now.

"I don't know." I say stupidly. Fang looks like he wants to shove me back, and he opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"Whoa, whoa! Sorry. I don't know what came over me, I just saw your face, and my hand moved on its own, I swear!" I exclaim. I held my hands up in the air like a surrender of defeat. I felt my finger twitch, and I had another urge to slap Fang again.

The irritation drained out of Fang's face, and he said, "Oh yeah. Evil whitecoats. Reilly. How could I forget." He says sarcastically. I smile and roll my eyes at him, the urge to slap him slowly draining away.

We walked down stairs, and I stiffened to see Jeb sitting next to mom at the dining table. Fang senses this, and his shoulder brushes mine. For some reason, I find this very comforting, and I calmed down at once.

The rest of the flock was up. Iggy and Ella were in the kitchen, scrambling eggs. Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy were sitting at the couch with their eyes glued to the TV. When they noticed me, they grinned and waved excitedly.

"Max! Are you feeling okay?" Nudge asked. I nodded. "Yup! I think the effects are wearing off." I said sheepishly.

Jeb set down his coffee cup. "That's what we need to talk about, Maximum."

I twitch. That name just set something in my mind off right away. Too bad the effects in my blood were wearing off. I'd really like an excuse to hit him.

"There's nothing to talk about. The effects are wearing off, so I should be fine." I said briskly.

"Well, we can't be sure. Just to be on the safe side, we'll need to cleanse out your blood."

Fang spoke up. "How are you going to do that? Drain out all her blood, cleanse it, then put it back?" There was some weird note in his voice that I couldn't identify. Challenge? Suspicion?

"Well," Jeb said, and I swear I could see a vein popping in his head. "We'll drain a few pints of her blood, then you and Iggy could donate some."

"What are you going to do with Max's blood? Dump it out somewhere? Donate it to charity?"

"Testing of course."

Fang quieted down at this. I guess he was somewhat satisfied with the answers.

"Well, if you guys aren't busy, then I'd suggest we begin." Jeb said. And if I didn't know any better, I thought I saw a glint in his eyes.

A few moments later…

Iggy, Fang, and I were strapped down to chairs in the basement. When or where Jeb got all this equipment, I have no idea.

"Hey, what the hell am I doing here?!" Iggy half yelled.

"Weren't you listening at all?" Fang said, slightly irritable. "We're donating blood to Max, so she doesn't go crazy on us."

"Crazy? Oh so now all of a sudden I'm crazy because I got shot with a poisoned bullet? Well sorry for fighting for you guys!" I said, joining in on the argument.

Ella watched us amusedly. "Calm down you guys." She thought for a minute, before correcting herself embarrassedly. "Oh yeah, sorry. You guys must be nervous, because this looks like a testing room, huh?"

I looked around the room. Oh. So that must be the reason why we're so on edge. "Sorry Ella. I guess you're right about the whole nervous thing."

Iggy smirked. "Max is the sorriest because she's the most afraid!" He snickered to himself.

I bristled. "You wanna say that to my face, punk?" I yell back.

"Maybe if I could find your face, then I'd gladly—"

"WHERE THE HELL IS JEB?!" Fang yelled over Iggy.

And with that, Jeb and mom walked into the room. "Sorry to keep you waiting, there was a little, er, problem. But now it's taken care of." Jeb said, almost cheerfully.

"Now, this won't hurt a bit." Mom said comfortingly as she approached me. And you know what? I was comforted by her words. At least until she took out a needle that looked like a freaking gun.

I swear, my eyes must have popped out of my head. Fang looked at the needle gun in horror, and Iggy sensed the sudden silence that filled the room.

Oh, the horror.

Sometime later…

Angel's POV:

I skipped outside to the backyard. Max, Fang, and Iggy have been sitting out there ever since the whole blood thing happened, about two hours ago. There were laying on the grass, under a tree.

I peered over them. "Hi guys!" I said cheerfully. There looked dazed, and they were unresponsive. "Hello?" I said again. I nudged Fang with my foot.

Ella, Gazzy, and Nudge strode up beside me. "They're a little loopy after the blood loss. They'll come around in a few hours." Ella said.

We watched them in silence. A leaf fell on Max, and she picked it up. She nudged Fang and few times. He looked at her sleepily. "Mmm?" She held the leaf up to Fang. "Look." Max held the leaf like it was the world's greatest treasure.

"It's a leaf." Gazzy said. Ella shushed him. "People who give blood can sometimes be a bit incoherent."

"This is boring. Wanna make it more fun?" Gazzy smiled at us. I read his mind and giggled. "What?" Nudge asked.

Gazzy didn't say anything but he pulled out a black market and began to color on their faces. We all laughed.

"They're gonna kill us when they wake up."

Oh. My. God. This was hoooorrible. Everything I wrote felt FORCED. I'm sorry if this chapter sucked, but I'm not very good with endings. I was rereading this story today, and there is a TON of stupid errors! Please forgive the errors, and the sucky ending to this. I tried to make it a little funny, but…ugh.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this story. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and read this story! I guess my writing is better when I have full interest in the subject. My love for MR has just…died down a little. Once again, thank you to everyone who has read, subscribed, and reviewed this story, you're awesome!

Oh, and people! There is a Maximum Ride comic book. I strongly encourage you to read it! Yes, Fang has samurai hair, but he is still sexy! Don't worry, it gets chopped off later into a more emo styled haircut.

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