Hey everyone! This is my first story so sorry if it sucks. I am a writer and write books (never tried to get them published though) but am starting this Fanfic. It will probably be very different since I am not used to writing in through the eyes of Maximum Ride. I usually read MR fanfiction not write it so I hope I'll do okay on this.

A few things on this story

- nobody has wings (at least, I don't think they will...eh, maybe), Itex & the School might appear later

- Max's parents are Jeb and Dr. Martinez (who are divorced), Angel and Gazzy's parents are Jeb and Melina (who is dead), Ari and Ella's parents are Dr. Martinez and Tom. The kids now live with Dr. M and Tom but it will say that in the book.

- Yes, the whole flock is in it. Iggy, Angel and Gazzy are in the first chapter (Nudge was mentioned) and Fang will come very VERY soon (this is a Fax story)

- I know their appearances are different then they are in the book but that's because they will be changed to their real ones in the book

Try not to judge to harshly, the other chapters will be WAY better and more Max-like. This is like a prologue

but not...

I couldn't find a way to tell you bout their life and stuff

so yeah...

I do not own Maximum Ride, the characters, yadda yadda yadda

I however do own the characters I randomly made and the plot

"Drive faster!" I yelled whipping my head around for the millionth time to see if they were gaining. I smirked at the sight I saw.

Dozens of police cars -sirens blaring- trying to navigate through the trees. They obviously didn't know the forest as well as Iggy and I but I was still hoping they didn't have the back road blocked off. Well, more like dirt path that was a gift from nature but hey- I'm not complaining. Whatever will get me away from the cops is fine by me.

I guess I should explain myself a bit more. Hi, my name is Maxine Batchelder or Maxine Martinez. I'm 17 and have 2 half siblings, Angela (nickname is Angel, since she is oddly similar to one) and the Gasman (or Gazzy. Named for his farting/gas problems), from my dad's side. I also have 2 half siblings from my mom's side, Ella and Ari. Well, I had a half brother from my mom's side. Which is the reason I'm being chased right now.

You see Angel and Gazzy and I lived with our dad Jeb and their mom Melina. That is until Melina died 6 years ago when Angel was 2 and Gazzy was 4. Jeb didn't want us anymore and just...left. Without a note, phone call, anything...

We went to live with my mom and step dad. I liked Ella but Ari was annoying and followed me around. He was also really mean and aggressive to Angel and Gazzy.

But let's get one thing straight shall we?

I did NOT kill him. Period, dot.

I punched Ari square in the face which left in clutching his nose to stop the bleeding. I was really strong despite my skinny appearance.

"If you ever-EVER lay a finger on Angel again, I will kick your butt from here to next Tuesday," I threatened in a deadly tone. Ari flinched as his chocolate brown eyes widened; my face softened the tiniest bit until I remembered what he'd try to do to my Angel.

My face hardened again showing all the anger as I stared into his eyes. He may be my half brother; only 16 years old with brown hair and brown eyes much like my own but if he ever tried to punch or rape Angel again, I WILL hurt him.

I picked up Angel and carried her to her room. She was shivering slightly so I wrapped her blanket around her and laid her in her bed.

"Max?" her angelic voice rang like bells to my ears.

"Yeah?"

"May I have Celeste?" I picked up her bear and gave it to her. She smoothed the bear's tiny wings while I patted her long wavy brown hair. She looked at me with her baby blue eyes and I smiled. She looked almost exactly like her older brother except girl version. (AN: she will be our curly blonde Angel in a different chapter, so don't sweat it) She didn't really look like me at all –she was lucky and got Melina's looks- while I got Valencia's dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes but at least I don't look like Jeb.

I looked at her cheek which was bright red but it seemed to be fading. Stupid Ari.

"'Night sweetie," I kissed her forehead and went to my own room not knowing that when I woke up, I was in for a huge surprise.

"We're home free, Max!" Iggy whooped enjoying the fact that we couldn't hear the sirens anymore.

"That's great Ig," I was trying to sound happy but the fact is that I wasn't. I had just run away from the law, Angel, Gazzy, Ella, my mom and my best friend (Iggy's adoptive sister) Nudge.

I just know I was going to miss Angel's angelic smiles and Bambi eyes, Gazzy toxic farts, looking at Ella (which is like looking at me when I was 13), my mom's chocolate chip cookies and Nudge's non-stop talking.

Ari was a different story. He was stabbed to death with one of our kitchen knives. I couldn't help but feeling a little sad from his death. He died the night that I told him I was basically gonna kill him.

A little voice inside me told me that I was better off with him dead and to just be focused on the future.

What I said to the little voice was to screw off and go find another fugitive to talk to.

At least I still had Iggy...

"Max!"Angel cried nudging me awake.

I was instantly awake and in attack mode thinking there was a robber or something. My eyes landed on Angel and it took me a total of 2.5 seconds to have her in my arms.

"What is it sweetie?"

"Ar-Ari," I ran to his room. Blood pooled around my feet. Ari was on the ground, laying face up with major stab wounds on his chest. The big kitchen knife lying amidst the blood.

It was the one I had used to cut the ham the night before. I noted in my mind.

I remember rushing to get Mom and Tom (my step-dad). We called 911 quickly and they came 10 minutes later but Ari was already stone cold.

Ella and Mom cried a lot that morning, Tom was an emotionless rock, and Gazzy was being my little trooper and helping his little sister. And there I was- trying to comfort everyone.

You think an eight year old be traumatized by the sight of her adoptive brother (or half sister's half brother) on the ground in his own blood? But nope. Not us.

Jeb took amazing care of us when Melina got sick when Angel was 1. I helped him out a lot like changing Angel's diaper, tucking Gazzy in at night, and feeding them (mostly cereal since I can't cook.) Dad quit his job to take care of his wife since I couldn't do it all alone. So we were poor and lived in the smallest apartment in the crappiest city we could afford. I dropped out of 6th grade to take care of my brother and sister and step-mom. Dad tried to find some way to get money and he found one.

This was how I became an amazing street fighter.

The run-down city had a secret building where every Saturday night fighters went to...well fight. Winners get 100 bucks. He entered me every time –which I was fine with since I was getting money for my family- and every time I won. Even though I was the youngest by 4 years (I am pretty tall, fast and strong for my age though).

With my attitude and kick-butt style naturally I got enemies right? Fights broke out when Gazzy and I were just simply going to get milk from the gas station. Fun.

"Yo Igs, thanks for everything," I grumbled, I wasn't good at these heart filled momments. Even a simple 'thank you' makes me feel all mushy on the inside.

"Anytime," he replied. I was so lucky he's my best friend other than Nudge (who was in Paris for summer vacation with her real aunt.)

You see after I calmed my family down, I went over to Iggy's. I was so used to avoiding the police and paramedics when I was fighting that I can't stand them now. Even when they were attending to Ari's death.

By evening time, the police had Wanted posters up and radio broadcasts saying they were looking for Ari's murderer.

Me.

How they came up with me as the suspect, I don't know. But what I did know was that my family didn't give away that I was at Iggy's house.

Iggy instantly made me feel better; just seeing his spiked pale blonde hair and light blue eyes made me feel safer. I missed Nudge though, even though everytime I came over she tried to dress me up like a barbie or talked my ears off. But that's those are the things I loved about her; her mocha coloured skin and caramel eyes.

The only sucky part was that Lissa –Iggy's other adoptive sister- hates me. She was a year older with red hair and cold green eyes that remind me of dead moss.

But this time she showed her that she actually really hated me; she ratted me out and called the police. Dumb Redhead. And this is how I am in my old pickup truck wearing giant sunglasses and a hat.

"We are going to have to ditch the truck," I said looking out the window as trees past by.

Iggy sighed and nodded at me, and thus- our journey began with a 2 hour drive by 2 cities until finally coming to a stop at the gas station 3 cities away from home. (AN: Couldn't word that) I sniffed the air and I swear my nose cringed.

"Do you smell that?" Iggy asked me.

"Gazzy, did you really have to?" a familiar voice whispered behind me.

"I couldn't hold it in."

Ta-da!

There is the first chapter!

As I said, it probaly sucked but that's because I had to put in all the info since I made the characters have such a long freakin' past

Since I go on FF almost everyday, I will try to update almost every 2 days or something.

Read and Review; it will make me happy to know you care