(A/N) Heyy earthlings of FanFiction-dom! I have decided to write a new story, which I think has a pretty interesting story plot. I'll try to update this and my other story whenever I can!

Disclaimer:

TV Announcer: This just in, James Patterson has decided to sign his Maximum Ride rights over to Mikaykay, or FanFiction author, switchfootlove13. It has been decided that—

Me: Angel, stop messing with the TV announcer's head! It's gonna land me in prison again!

Angel: Me? Mess with—you thought that was me?

Me: …

Angel: Okay fine, Mikaykay doesn't own MR.

Me: Goodness…you kidnap an "innocent" little seven year old…and this is what happens.

Angel: What can I say…wait. When have you gone to prison before this?

Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Angel: But you said "again" so I just thought—

Me: That's always a bad thing. Okay, well here's the story!

Let me paint a setting for you. It's the year 2028. What's left of North America is torn up landscapes, bomb-destroyed buildings, and crushed houses. Oh, and did I mention that there's a new self-claimed king? That's right. After Europe destroyed our country, an English noble "made" himself king. But he prefers "Lord", because "King" makes him sound too old. Sure, it's not the gray beard and thinning hair that's making him old, it's the title. Sarcasm noted. So now, North America is Antasia (decided by Lord Gunther-Hagen), and it's a mixed up medieval-futuristic place. Me? I'm just a 17 year old girl, trying to survive and feed my mother and sister. But, when you sprinkle a little mischief in with the surviving, the results are never good.

The market was filled with the sound of all the rich folks laughing their jewel encrusted butts off at the official with the pork on his head. "Who would have dared to mess with the authorities?" one rather large lady asked loudly, but snickering behind her head. I shot my seven year old sister Angel a grin, and I fist-bumped with her and she returned it with a missing toothed smile. My little criminal in training. "Now it's time for us to make a hasty, food-stealing retreat!" I whispered to Angel, grabbed her hand, and slipped out of the ever thickening crowd, no one ever noticing the two poor girls in rags. Blending into the background, I gripped Angel's hand, ran to the abandoned fruit stand, and quickly stuffed a few fruits in the big pockets I had sewed into my pants, just for this purpose. Doing the same with Angel, I patted her pockets and chuckled again as I saw the angry official yank the dead pig off his head. "Don't laugh, don't even think about it," I said to my sister quietly, and she nodded obediently. I started to sneak off, when I, being my clumsy self, tripped over a jug that was lying there randomly next to the fruit vendor's cart. It fell to the ground with a loud crash, and all at once, all heads swiveled to us. It was quiet for a second, a giant stare-off taking its toll. Then, one man shouted, "Maybe it was them! Maybe they put the pork on the official's head!" I cocked an eyebrow as I placed a hand on my hip. "And what makes you think I would do something like that?" I asked in mock disgust. As if on cue, the tiny hole in one of my pockets decided to split open at that exact time, and the three apples clattered to the ground and rolled toward the people. "Stupid crappy pockets!" I cursed under my breath. "Okay, so maybe a few fruits just happened to be in my pocket, but that can't prove that I had personally made a fool out of that official. He does that all on his own," I added, and mentally face-palmed at my last comment. The official looked at me with wide eyes and pointed at me with a pig juice covered finger. "It's her! I saw her and the little one put it on my head at the last minute!" he accused. Lie. I actually had put it on the back of his head where he couldn't have seen me. But, since this is Antasia, and nothing is fair for the poor people, all the other guards and officials came charging full steam ahead at my sister and I. "Guys, can't we just work this out? Human to human?" I asked. "You certainly ain't human, you little rat!" one guard spat. That's when the cow pies hit the fan. "Whoa there, bub. I am not a rat. I don't care how much more authority you have over me. You cannot call me something that disgusting!" I said, backing up, crushing Angel's tiny hand in mine. She was surprisingly silent. "You're already in a lot of trouble little girl, you don't want to add any more lashings," another guard said threateningly. I gulped. Lashings at the whipping post were definitely a fear for all the poor people. Mostly because it was only us that got the whippings anyway. "On the count of three, run," I ordered my sister. She got the secret message. The guards stared us down, daring us to move any further. "One," I whispered. Like lightening I took off, dashing through the startled guards and the crowd. Whispers started up again and I heard heavy booted footsteps clomp after us. I made sure Angel was in front of me, and I urged her along with my hand. While trying to dodge the crazy rocks that threatened to trip me, I took some huge breaths to somewhat satisfy my burning lungs. "Come back, before you're put to death!" I used that threat to keep going, although now it felt like my body was on autopilot. We were making good timing, and I could hear the guards' footsteps start to slow down, so I took a second to smile triumphantly.

But it must've been too soon, because I was soon grabbed from behind. I was twisting and turning to get out of the guard's grasp, and heard my sister struggling as her captivator held her in an iron grip. "You are in so much trouble, you two young ladies," the head guard said, lifting my chin up with two of his fingers. I spat on his shoe, and he slapped me solidly across the face. "Take them to the whipping post. Twenty lashes for each of them. More for the lady if she smart mouths you in any way."

"Wait!" I shouted. All the guards turned to look at me. I swallowed the large cotton lump in my throat before replying bravely.

"My sister wasn't part of this. It was my idea. I'll take her punishment."

Originally, this was one of my original stories. I wrote this story with different characters and stuff before I decided it'd be a pretty good MR FanFic. Well, I'll update whenever I can! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukah! Joyeux Noel!

Please R&R!(:

-switchfootlove13