Max- Pushed from Vehicle

  “Pain fades,” I said slowly. “But being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal here?”

  The last thing I remember is Mr. Chu’s face blazing with fury.
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  I AM A BONA FIDE, kick-butt warrior, so it was pretty humiliating to be shoved out of a fast-moving car about half a mile from the safe house. I landed on my hurt wing, of course, and winced as I rolled to a crumpled stop.

  My hands were bound behind my back. I got to my knees as soon as I could, then to my feet, feeling shaky and ill. My wing was streaked with clotted blood. I was light-headed and starving. My face hurt, and my cheek was swollen and warm.

- MAX: A Maximum Ride Novel, chapters 14 and 15