A Maximum Ride Story

Back to the Enemy

(O POV)

I stare at the hole in the roof where the flyboys took henry out through. and once again i feel more tears run down my cheeks. how could those bastards take Henry. why henry? Max said that we'll go after him but she said first we had to make sure the flocks injuries, if there were any, were dealt with first.

i could understand that, but just the thought of what those, i mean THAT bastard, could be doing to him right now makes my heart hurt. Henry has been my best friend from the minute we met and i read his mind. i knew he was kind and didn't want to do what he was doing, i also knew why he was doing it. that's why i went along with it all, and his promises of getting me out one day were what kept me going. and he did get me out but they took him back.

then a sudden touch to my shoulder make me come out of my thoughts. i look over and see Iggy, he sits down right beside me.

"we'll get him back," he says.

"i know. but i'm worried," i say, fresh tears coming down.

i am not a cryer, i never have been. not even when i was a baby and going through those experiments. not one tear, but tonight i've cryed enough for a lifetime. and my heart hurt, a lot. i just wanted to kill something.

Iggy put his arm around my shoulder and my heart starts to flutter, he had something in his hand. i see what it is.

"take it, in case you need it." he says, and i took the little bomb from him.

i look at it, it's about the size of a watch without the straps. actually, i think it was a watch without the straps.

"thanks." i say and try to wipe the tears.

"you're very welcome. and don't worry, we will get him back, i swear." he says, hugging me makeing my heart do flip-flops, and right away i knew he was serious

~iggy~suddenly~finds~himself~tied~up~

(H POV)

i woke up in a room. a room i recognized right away. damn, did he get the kids too. then i hear footsteps.

"my dear boy, it's lovely to see you again. how's that sister of yours. her childs what now, one." he says.

"i'm not your boy, and i swear to god if you lay one hand on Hayly or Maggie's head i'll shove your teeth so far down your throat you'll pray for death." i say, letting my anger come through.

"now, now, not so touchy. i didn't touch any of them. but you should not have betrayed me. because you have sealed your own fate." he says.

"i don't care what you do, i'm not afraid of you and i never was. oh, and you'll never find Hayly. Never." i say, wanting to rip out his throat.

i have never felt so much anger before. but right now looking at the man that caused my mother's, my step-father's, and my not even born yet little brother's deaths. and all of Onyx's pain and suffering. My real father, Jackson Gilbert.

"what the (insert choice swear word here) do you want with me."

"isn't that obvious, i want you to be my successor, the one who carries on my work after my death."

"do you honestly think that i would ever do that. when you die it will do the world a favor."

i could see the anger in his eyes but his voice stayed cool,

"oh, but you wouldn't want Onyx to be punished for your actions, now would you." he says, and flips a switch on a tv i just now realized was there.

i could see her perfectly clear, Onyx, in a dog crate. just sitting there, slumped, like they did something to her. i can see her face, it has terror written all over it. but how, i don't remember them grabbing her. but then again i only remember hitting the roof.

"now would you want your precious freak to die because you wouldn't follow in my footsteps?" he asks, a hint of a smile in his voice.

i tried and failed to look away from the screen. i knew right then what my choice would be. i would follow him, but only for Onyx, until i could get her out of here again.

"fine, i'll follow you, but don't hurt her anymore. i'll do what ever you say, just don't hurt her again." i say.

and with that he turns off the screen and looks at me,

"it's a deal."

i may hate this man, but i know he always keeps his word. (huh, truthful maniac... must be the cold) i grabbed his outstretched hand and with that i was now the understudy to Dr. Jackson Gilbert, loony doctor of all things maniacle.