Hiiiiiii everybody!

Dylan: hi doctor nick!

Me: *rolls eyes*

Dylan: er, why are we back at the first chapter?

Me: because this whole story needed revising, and I'm sick and my mind is working too slowly to come out with new chapters

Dylan: right. Don't you have a certain disclaimer to do?

Me: you mean that thing where I say everything but the OCs and the plot are owned by one Mister James Patterson?

Dylan: yep

Me: meh, slack

The flock is dead. All gone but me. All because of her. Now she's after me. I don't have much longer to live. The land was just a blur below me, greens and greys all mushing together.

Dylan was the first one she took. He was careless and arrogant, not waiting for the rest of us to take her on. We found his body, broken in the forest. His neck and spine had been snapped, a knife in his heart. We burned him, gave him a hero's burial. Next to go were my two wonderful and loving pyros. I had mistakenly let them go to a clearing, alone, so they could experiment with their bombs. They never came back. We searched for them, through day and night. All we found were two piles of ashes and feathers.

Nudge, my little fashioniesta and motor mouth went next. I let her into town to buy flowers for Iggy's and Gazzy's graves. What we got back was a parcel, addressed to me and Angel, the two surviving members of the flock. Inside the parcel was filled with bloody feathers, topped with three wilted roses. Finally, our hunter took my baby, my Angel. We never slept or left each other's sides, not wanting to lose each other. My Angel was poisoned, poisoned so there was only me left. A single tear rolled down my cheek. All I can ask is that my flock is happy, safe and together, wherever they are.

I have seen my tracker, once. She was a creation, another mutant made by Itex. She had a skill, once she caught the scent of her prey, she would never lose it. And she will never rest until her prey is dead.

Flying is no longer the fun, thrill-inducing hobby it used to be, it now marked me as a loner, a freak without her flock. A bird is hopeless without the rest of its flock. I have no idea where I'm flying to, I have nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I have dropped all communication to the outside world. I wasn't talking to mum, out of fear my hunter would go after her next. I'm also glad Fang left the flock, so he would have to face the fear and death the rest of us faced. He'll just be disappointed, in seventeen years more time, when he finds himself at the caves, alone. Even the voice has left me. I believe it was also killed, I don't know how though, I always thought it was a part of my head. I'm alone.

Maximum, you'll never be alone. I nearly fell out of the sky. Voice? I thought you were gone, just like everyone else. The flock is dead, and I'm alone. Maximum, the flock can never be really truly dead, and you can never be truly alone. The flock will always be there, as long as you live on. They live on inside of you. I shook my head. How many times has that cliché phrase been used? It might be clichéd but it is still true, you will see that, soon. But voice, they won't be alive for long, for I am doomed as well. Not as doomed as you may think. Huh? I angled my wings so I could start to descend. Suddenly, there was a sharp and strong pain in my left wing. So not doomed huh? Nice try voice. The ground was coming closer, or rather; I was plummeting towards the earth. This is it; I'm going to die now. I strained my wings and began to flap. I could fly, it was just extremely painful.

The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. Take right now, for instance. Fly! Push through! You know you can do it!

I gulped in deep lungful's of air. My brain was on hyper-drive; I was racing for my life. My one goal was to live, nothing else mattered.

My clothes getting soaked from every cloud I've fallen through? No biggie.

Gunshot in my left wing toying with my chances of survival? Not a problem.

My lungs aching from the extremely cold air? I could deal.

As long as I put as much distance as possible between me and the hunter. Yeah, my hunter, mutant: half human, half bat, always armed, always blood thirsty. Right now she was after me.

See? That snaps everything into perspective. Fly, you're faster than she is! You can out-fly anyone.

I have never been this far west before, I was totally lost. Still, my wings pumped on my back, my body soared through the clouds, my eyes scanned ahead anxiously through the half-light. I could out-fly her, I could find an opening, with enough time for me to-

Oh, no. Oh, no. The unearthly screeches of bats wailed through the sky, and I felt sick. I could out-fly her- all of us could, even Angel and she was only nine. But none of us could escape being cornered by a whole flock of vampire bats.

Bats, bats, go away, let me live another day. This was giving me the odd sense of déjà vu. I felt like this has happened to me before, in a dream, a life-time ago.

My body was aching and I was trapped. They forced me to the ground, and I landed.

I looked around; I was in a clearing, alone. "Hello Max. We finally meet. You have been rather difficult to track, without the rest of your beloved flock," said a smooth, clear voice. I was not as alone as I thought.

"Just kill me and get over it," I said through gritted teeth.

"Planning on." And then she revealed herself. She was in black jeans and T-shirt, her black, bat-like wings were spread. Her Dark brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her dark green eyes assessing me. I watched in horror as she raised her hand, her nails turning into talons. "And so the day came when the great, Maximum Ride was finally destroyed!" She cackled. I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.

It never came. Instead, I heard an 'oof' and something, or someone falling to the ground. Strong arms lifted me off my feet and I heard large wings being unfurled. Then was the sensation of flying. Huh? Maybe she did kill me and now I was just getting carried off to a better place.

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was two large, midnight wings. I looked into my rescuer's dark eyes. They were filled with sorrow and anguish, but also love. My eyes held the exact same emotions. "Fang, they're gone, all gone," I whispered.

"Ssh, it's not your fault. Sleep," he cooed. Within seconds I was in the arms of Morpheus.

So that's the First chapter revised

Dylan: why are you revising again?

Me: because I'm sick and I've got nothing better to do

Dylan: you could always write the nest chapter

Me: Doing it as we speak, but When I was re-reading this not too long ago, I realised that I forgot facts or simply ignored or forgot what I wrote so nothing made sense.

Dylan: nothing ever makes sense around you…

Me: XP

R&R