"This is too original for Hollywood. They do sequels."

...Or so I thought on page 294 in the BOOK! Fang's been posting all of our weird findings from our Institute break-ins, we're constantly on the run, and then THIS.

I was looking around on the Max Ride message board when I found this post: Max Ride Movie: Coming Soon.

Excuse me for a second...

Our lives are being made into a movie and I was the last to know!?!

Let's think about this logically, movie people. We have no place to live, we have almost zero dollars to our name, we're constantly on the run from these bloodthirsty man-wolf mutants who are trying to kill us, and yet you guys seem to think that this is PERFECT for a movie. Clearly, you're delusional.

Oh, and I want a cut of the profits so I can buy us all some clothes, food, a toy perhaps...oh and of course, the perfect chocolate chip cookie.

P.S. I wonder who's gonna play Fang? Hmmm.


. . .I wonder who's gonna play ME!?!

Inside the land of sicko scientists!

Kinda creepy, yeah...

More charts...

Great. Anybody have a clue out there?

Weird Science.

This information from The Institute was never meant to be seen by outsiders, especially by their own creations: Us.
Some of it is scary, some of it is just plain weird. I don't really know what most of it means and I'm hoping that someone somewhere can help us put these puzzle pieces together so we can finally learn the truth about who we are.

We stole these "CLASSIFIED" files. I had NO idea of even where to begin - it's just a bunch of numbers and letters. I thought only the math geeks of the world could appreciate this kind of stuff. All it did was give me a headache. Then, I zoomed in with the camera and took this shot:

Look! It says ANGEL195TY548. Maybe the other "subjects" are the rest of us? The first initial does match our names...maybe they're experiments outside of our flock?
The stuff we find keeps getting weirder and weirder...

Show and Tell: The Institute

We've officially begun what we're sarcastically calling 'phase one' of our plan: Successfully breaking into the Institute for Higher Living. In fact, we've been breaking in over the past few days, stealing as much evidence as we can get our hands on. We need to know the truth and nothing's going to stop us.

Our little recon missions have not been easy, though. (They make it look so simple in the movies!) The erasers are hot on our trail again, our hide-outs have been trashed, and a few of us have needed some medical attention--and you know I dread going to the hospital. (Nudge is becoming quite the doctor! We call her "Nudge, MD.")

Some of the information we found can't be put on the Blog, some we can. (It's for YOUR safety, too.) So, get your friends and gather around, cause there's going to be some creepy stuff posted in the next few days. You'll never believe it...


Wish us luck,
Fang

Nightmares are NOT cool!

I woke up really really early because Max was having a really bad dream, and talking to herself in the middle of the night. Everyone else seemed to sleep right through it, but it was so unreal. It seemed like I was right there in the dream with her...probably because I had been in REAL LIFE. She kept yelling out Angel's name, and mumbling to herself that she needed to keep going. "Don't stop. Get up," she said repeatedly. I could see in my own head the play-by-play of what was going on in her nightmare. Erasers grabbing Nudge's hands and feet and tossing her like a rag doll, laying crumpled at the base of a tree in a bed of pine needles. Iggy unconscious on the floor, his one eye swollen shut. The salty taste of blood collecting in my mouth. Everyone was going down like flies, but she kept persevering. And Angel...her tiny little Angel, crying out for Max, high-pitched and terrified. We watched helplessly as she was scooped up by three Erasers and stuffed into a bag. There was nothing she, or I, or anyone could do. This is what I saw:

Just as I was about to wake her up, she snapped out of it and sat straight up. "Everything went black," she said. "I know," I reassured her. I know. We both looked at Angel, asleep in sweet dreams of her own, and we knew everything was ok. For now...

There's a pot of gold beneath every rainbow.
–MR, Pg. 318
Except this is the lobby of that creepy building and clearly NOT a rainbow.