N/A: Hey guys! I'm alygurl01. Thank you for deciding to read my story. Please please please review! It only makes my writing 100 times better and 1,000 times more enjoyable to you guys! And if you don't, no more chapters! So decide-do you want more? Please give me a break this is my first story that I'm actually proud of. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I am NOT James Patterson, so don't compare me to him because he is my idol not vise versa so just give me a break, okay?
I felt myself falling, down a steep cliff, with nothing, no one, stopping me. I kept seeing myself closer and closer to the ground with every breath I took. I kept falling, falling, until I thought I saw a black shadow flash beneath me. I was puzzled, confused, as I kept falling until a pair of arms swept beneath me. I smiled, as I looked down and grinned. I had expected to see my beautiful Fang's face, but no, what I saw was something totally horrible. Something I can't forget. Something, I love, but I hate, is nice, but is mean, is… well… Dylan. He's so confusing. He thinks that I love him just because he's designed to be my perfect match. Well, newsflash, idiot, I don't need your saving. I kicked him in the chest, spread out my wings, and flew away from that beautiful beast.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. I'm Max, Maximum Ride, flying, winged mutant freak. And who is Fang? My beloved, my soul mate, my everything. Or, at least that's how it used to be. It used to be just him and me, nothing could separate us, and not even the stupid life we have of a new set of evil scientists ready to kill us every day. Well, whatever. I'm used to it by now. I mean, come on, it's been like, what, a year since the chase started? Maybe 1 and a half? Well, I don't care.
I swooped down and flew as fast as I could-200 miles per hour. Thank goodness Dylan wasn't with us when we became friends with the hawks. Yeah, I know. Hawks? Well, we are 2% bird, so give me a break. They taught us lots of tricks and we taught them some too. One thing I did not like was them having to teach us how to hunt for rats. Yuck! I banked a hard right (a trick from the hawks) and he tried to follow. As if he could pull off such a hard turn. He's just a rookie. I fly like a hawk and he flies like a… well… I'm not privileged to use those kinds of words here so let's just say like a broken-winged goose.
I kept flying and he attempted to follow, sweating like crazy. I watched as the sweat seemed to sizzle off of his beautiful male model body. –Snap out of it, Max! - I told myself. I was lucky enough to realize that when I was "drooling" over Dylan (as if, in your dreams, Dylan!) I was flying myself into a wall. The second I caught myself hurling towards the wall at 200 miles per hour I thrust myself upward and kept flying. Of course, Mr. Rookie had to slam himself into the rock wall and I immediately reacted when I saw a crack forming in the wall. I watched as it grew, spreading wide and long. It was going to fall on Dylan. "Dylan! Dylan! Watch out there's a huge crack in the wall! Fly away, fly away!" I screamed at him. He obeyed and flew away with every ounce of power he had (which wasn't much) but of course he had to be stupid enough to kick the wall for a boost. The wall started crumbling and an abnormally large rock or abnormally small boulder fell on the tip of his wing. "Help Max, help! My wing is stuck!" he yelped in danger. "I'm coming to save you, Dylan! And this probably won't be the last time" I muttered under my breath.
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