I Need A Job.

Chapter One

"Miss Ride?" A female police investigator asks.

"Yes?" I say curtly.

"We need you to describe what he looked like."

I choke on my breath. "Wh-what?" I can't do that. That night... I shudder and loose control of my breathing . I get pulled into that night.
"Shut up and take it!" He yelled in my ear pulling my head back by my hair. I cried out asking the lone streets for help, only to hear my voice echo through out the empty alley way. I sobbed harder than I did before. It was gone he took away my innocence. He did unimaginable things to me that night. Things... you can't even imagine.

I'm pulled out of my real-life nightmare by someone shaking my shoulder softly saying "Max" over and over again. I turn my head toward them and look them over. It's just a old memory Max. I tell the frantic part of my head. Yeah right! The sarcastic part of me snaps. That was the cold hard reality for her less than a month ago!

I ignore my internal battle and look at the investigater again trying to calm myself. She looks at me wairly, her 40-year-old eyes shining with sympathy, "Are you okay sweetheart?" She asks with a hint of motherness. I look at her and nod allowing a small—incredibly fake—smile come on to my face. "Okay, let's start with something simpler," she says. I nod my head for her to continue, "Do you know his name?"

I nod again. "Dylan Gunther-Hagen," I say my voice dark.

I know people might hate me because I haven't updated my first story in like a week and now I'm coming up with a whole nother story and stuff. But I promise not to get too wrapped up in either one... yet. Now I'm already sick of disclaimers on my one story so all I'm going to do is say this one time: I don't own Maximum Ride. Oh I also forget to tell you: Today my school had a lockdown for 30 minutes. And before some dipwad in the back goes, "What if it was a drill?" Well Mr. Dipwad drills don't last for 30 FREAKING MINUTES STRAIGHT! Also Mr. Dipwad, POLICE don't get called into drills. Never.