This is what happens after I finish Nevermore and I am thinking about Jeb for the past three hours. So, read my story, love it, realize that Jeb isn't completely evil, and PLEASE REVIEW! FLY ON!
Jeb: Swiftie doesn't own Maximum Ride, but if she did she would have me acting... less evil.
Jeb sat in his room, bored out of his mind. His new attempt at father hood had failed.
"If only-" he was cut off by an amazing Idea. "Yes! I shall do that!" he said, standing up like the sciencey wack-job he was. He jumped out of the window and raced to his lab (Yep, Jeb had gone officially insane). He slammed the door shut and walked over to a table covered in DNA.
"Yes, yes. I will understand them now. I will be able to feel like them, fly like them," he said. The thought brought happy tears to his eyes. "Max will love me again." He grabbed a needle, filled it of falcon DNA, and jammed it into his own arm.
Strange things happened that night after Jeb did that to himself. He had withered in pain for a few minutes before standing tall. He no longer needed his glasses. He threw them off, looking very pleased. He looked over his shoulder, very excited, and saw what he had hoped for. He had a pair of gray spotted, dark brown wings. He was so happy, he almost broke into a sob, but instead he jumped out of the lab and flew (quite terribly) towards Maximum.
