Amalda grunted as she tried to pull her limbs free from the cuffs. They had cuffed both her wrists, ankles, waist, even her neck down to a metal table.
"There really is no use in trying to escape." Jeb said as he set aside a tray of medical instruments. He stood over Amalda and inspected her tear blotched face, "you've been crying."
"No, duh." Amalda growled at him, her brown eyes clouded with anger.
"You will never get the chance to talk to your parents again, will you?" Jeb asked, "well, I promise to tell them that you missed them before we kill them."
"You promised to release the flock!" Amalda yelled.
"Hey, it's not our job to take orders from our captive." Jeb said.
"Well, then, can the captive get some answers before she dies?" Amalda asked.
"Mm...I suppose you have been good enough to earn yourself a few final answers." Jeb said as he sat down on a swivel chair. Amalda took a deep breath,
"You died."
Jeb's eyes grew wide as Amalda continued, "you died. So did Ari, the Erasers, and even Dylan admitted himself to be a clone. Are you a clone too?"
"How...how do you know?" Jeb asked, his face stricken with shock, horror, and mostly...fear. He started to slowly get up from his chair.
"Well, I have parents who ask me to do some favors for them." Amalda said. Jeb immediately reached for a phone.
"Captive is onto us, Operation 25663. Prepare immediate amputation." Then Jeb left the room, leaving Amalda by herself.
Did he say... 'Amputation' ?!
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Maximum Ride - Again
FanfictionMax has been laid back for almost eight years now, but during their first flock-reunion in years, all chaos breaks loose. Will the flock and two of the flock's newest and youngest members still be able to stand, even though their leader and second-i...
