Hey, All! What's up? This is my first Maximum Ride Fanfiction for this site. I've actually done one before for my friend. I never finished it, though.

But enough about that.

I tend to forget my Fanfiction stories, so if you want to read more, just like, keep posting reviews, because They flood my email inbox, forcing me to check on/update the story. So, yeah.

Um, I like constructive criticism. I DO NOT like it when you post "It sucks." Why? Because you don't TELL ME WHY. I'd be really, really, really honored if you wrote "It sucks" But give me a Reason. Yeah. That's all.

Anyways, I think I'll get around to writing the Story.

Oh, one more thing—The POV switches between Maximum and Fallon. It'll say what it is at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter One

-Maximum Ride-

Flying made me feel free and peaceful—for most people, it probably would, but generally people don't have the ability. When you have prepackaged wings, however, flying generally makes you really feel peaceful. Like, the aftermath of screaming into your pillow. Something like that.

The Flock was on a straight course across the Nevada Desert, already decided on by Fang and I. We were off duty from saving the world—if that's possible—and had decided to tour the country like the old days. However, we had chosen to by pass Nevada—If Iggy got into a casino, there'd be no getting him out. The sun was just beginning to set in the west, so we didn't have to fly straight into the glare. I quickly scanned the flock to check to see how they were doing. Iggy was blasting the Ipod and
nodding with whatever music he was listening to. Gazzy was playing mental games with Angel, Nudge was chatting with Total, about who knows what, and Fang was looking down below us, at the Mountain Range we had been flying over for quite a while. He looked up when I looked at him, as if he sensed me. He gave me a crooked smile, and then resumed scanning the desert below.

"See any landing spots?" I asked him. Fang looked up at me again, then nodded and pointed to a few outcroppings in the side of the mountain. They weren't nearly as sheltered as I would have liked, but something told me we wouldn't find better sleeping quarters if we searched for the rest of the night. I signaled to the rest of the flock to land, and pulled on Iggy's arm, to let him know as well. We descended the sky on a current of warm air, tucking our wings in slowly, to avoid landing fast.

Once in touch with the ground, Fang set about unpacking the backpack we brought with us, which contained our bare necessities—cell phones, laptop, Ipods…

I took the matches Fang extracted from the pack and sent Angel and Gazzy on a quest for wood, which was pretty scarce. After a few minutes, however, they returned with some. I gave Nudge the job of starting the fire, and Iggy put away the Ipod so he could cook the Canned food Fang was taking out of the pack.

I looked around into the growing darkness, feeling uneasy. I tried to shrug off the feeling, telling myself it was only the terrible camping place that was giving me the jitters. But the whole place didn't feel right to me. Fang caught my eye and seemed to know how I was feeling. He winked at me and I smiled slightly.

A few hours later, after dinner, when the flock were all settled somewhere on the ground, wrapped in their wings as if they were blankets, I found myself sitting on the edge of the outcropping, staring out into the starry night. I felt wide awake, and filled with adrenaline. I stood up and stretched my wings—they spread fully in one stroke, stirring the still air and causing the dirt at my feet to sift. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I looked around my shoulder to see Fang, his wings outstretched as well, and giving me his creepy clever little smile. I smiled back shyly, and he raised an Eyebrow. "Shall we?"

I knew what he was talking about. I nodded slightly and stroked my wings downward, silently, and shoved off the outcropping. Fang followed me just as silently, our wings creating only a slight breeze—not to cold for the need of a jacket, but just enough breeze to keep you awake.

Fang swooped along beside me, our wings in perfect syncopation so as now to collide with each other. I glanced over at him—he was concentrating on flying, and I looked away. I tipped my wings slightly, and veered off to the left, and away from him. Pushing my arms and wings close to myself, I dived bombed, them spread my wings again and forced them down, which shot me back into the sky. I glanced up at the moon, and nearly fell out of the sky—figures—human like figures—were flying around in the moon's light, their silhouettes crossing it every once in a while. I must have gasped, because Fang, who had materialized at my side, followed my gaze.

"Erasers?" The question hung heavy in the air. I shook my head.

"I don't know."

"Should we get them?" 'Them' was the flock.

"I don't know…" I continued to stare. The Creature—whatever they were—moved with grace and speed that none of the flock could have been able to. They turned in hairpin swerves and soared straight up from a dive. It was incredible.

"They aren't erasers." I mumbled.

"What?"

"To…perfect." Fang watched their flying for a moment and nodded.

"So…what?"

"Huh?"

"What do we do?"

"Interrogate them, I suppose." I said, numbly. Fang nodded, and with two powerful wing strokes, we were flying head on to the creatures.