Hey guys, Lina Heart here. I've been getting all these ideas for a Maximum Ride story, but I didn't want to put them in Purple is the Color of My Heart because it just wouldn't fit, or sound right. So I'm starting this one now too. This one is more sad, and has a lot more violence. Anyway, please R&R!

Disclaimer: James Patterson

I stood, panting, in the middle of the ring. There were at least fifty jeering, terribly drunk men around me, outside my ring. They were hanging onto the fence around my little circle, shouting stupid things. My opponent lay at my feet, blood pouring from his nose and mouth as he lay there, unconcious.

"Hey, take off your shirt why don't you!"

"Why don't you come home with me tonight; I'd love to wrestle you all night long!"

"Hey, hey, come over here! Show me your junk!"

Why don't you go home to your wife and kid's, you lowlife pieces of junk! I thought this, unable to say anything. I was really just for show. Beat up a few drunk guys in the ring, get paid, go home to my little apartment where I lived with my drunk mother. The End.

Except it wasn't the end. It was never the end. My mom didn't work. She said she goes out looking for jobs while I'm in the ring, but that's a lie. All she does is spend my money on liquor, get drunk, go sleep with some men, and bring home a few bucks. Some people would call her a prostitute, but she doesn't even work with a company or whatever. She just goes strolling on the highway, strutting her thirty five year old ass like she was twenty one.

I shook myself out of my little bubble and watched as two men dragged the bloody man out of my ring. Jeb, my boss, walked next to me and spoke into his microphone. He lifted my fist into the air.

"Give a cheer for our very own Maximum Ride!"

The drunk fools roared, clapped, and stomped for me.

"We have enough time for one more opponent. Who is brave enough to step up?"

Now the men were jostling eachother, daring each other to fight me. I found myself yawning and thinking of my mom again. I really hope she had bought some more condoms. Last time I checked she was running out.

Another guy stepped into the ring, swaying. Great, I thought. He's drunk.

This idiot came charging at me, using all his body weight to try and knock me down. I easily side-swept him and sent a punch to his right cheek. He fell back against the fence, where the other guys tried to push him up again.

Something in the back of the room caught my eye. Something black.

The guy ran at me again, charging. Again. I sighed and side-swept him again, this time kicking him in the adam's apple. He fell and grabbed his neck painfully.

I looked out to the audience again. There was a guy there. He looked emo or something. Talking to one of the drunken fools and watching me with what seemed to be striking black eyes.

The guy grabbed my ankle as he lay at my feet. He tried to knock my feet out from under me, but since I had been expecting it, I kicked him in the face with the foot he had a hard grip on.

His hold on me slacked and he stayed down.

I looked out to where the emo guy had been but now there was nothing. Just the ugly walls of this stupid building.

I walked home at twelve at night. In a bad neighborhood. I was being stupid, I'll admit. But I was a fighter. An undefeatable fighter.

With my hood pulled up over my head and my eyes on the ground, I didn't see him coming.

He jumped me from behind. He had one hand on my mouth, the other held a knife to my neck.

Okay, that's it! R&R if you want me to write more. (please?) ily, Lina