LaughingLlama: Hello, Reader-who-has-recently-discovered-this-llama-obsessed-author! WHITENESS is about a 15 year-old albino girl from The School. She is a "bird kid" like the Flock, but she was not a test-tube baby. She was given away to The School when she was 5 and surgically given wings (like Ari got his). Also, the girl has adopted the name "Skie". And this Author's Note is just some IMPORTANT details that I could not fit into the summary thingy. Her adventures with the Flock and a little romance with Iggy(I know, all you Eggy fans want to blow me up with bombs custom-made by Gazzy and Iggy, but just give Skie and Iggy's relationship a chance!) Anyway, I have delayed you for too long, so now it is reading time!

Wait, I almost forgot!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. If I did, Max wouldn't curse as much. But I do not own Maximum Ride. I just feed the "experiments" at The School (and a heck of a job it is!)

Skie's POV

The Plan:

through the air vents

over fence. Lined with barbed electrical wire.

3. Make sure that that hellish so-called School is blown to smithereens and disappears off the face of the Earth.

Ok, so that last one may have been a bit overkill. And where are my manners? Oh, right, I don't have any. My name is Skie. Just Skie, no surname. I have one alright, but I refuse to use it after my parents dumped me. At the School, I'm known as Experiment F309. F for failure; F for freak; F for freaking-bird-kid-with-wings.

You would know me if you saw me, even if it was on a New York subway chock-full of weird people. I stick out like a sore thumb. Chalky white skin, even whiter hair, and red eyes. Yeah, that's right, red eyes. I would be the girl at school everyone thought was a vampire. But I don't go to school. Heck, I can't even read! But if you ever do see me running, you better start running too. Or else THEY will get you.

Enough about me, though. Right now, I was crawling through an air vent that was way too tiny for a 15 year-old girl, even if I am an underfed stick of a human being, being deafened by blaring alarms. I was crawling and twisting my way through the vents as quickly and quietly) as possible. My stomach was so knotted from fear and claustrophobia that I felt nauseous. The fact that the alarms were going off (red and flashing=bad) was enough encouragement to get the heck outta here, but knowing that a whole brigade of lupine-human hybrids could be waiting for me at the end was even worse.

And, course, that's exactly what happened.

I slid (more like "fell flat on my face") out of the duct onto the dusty outer field, right into the paws of the dog-people. That's lupine-homeosapien hybrid for you science lovers. There were about seven of them, along with two whitecoats. "You attempted escape despite knowing that your home is impossible to escape. You will be punished severely," one of the whitecoats said. In other words, being torn apart by my little furry friends. The hybrids laughed in their low, throaty way.

Nine was too many for me to handle, but the whitecoats were weak and easy to take down. That still left seven, and my maximum limit is five. But I firmly set my mind to it: Skie, you are either going to kick some doggy butt and escape, or die trying. So I did one of the most stupid things I have ever done in my short fifteen years of life; I charged.

I started with the tall, hawk-nosed whitecoat with glasses, the one that had threatened me. One good whack upside the head from a bird kid will render any human unconscious, and maybe even break a nose or cheekbone. Then came the blonde; a kick to the ribs and shin knocked her to the ground, and I had a good idea that she wouldn't dare get up again. It was only after I had picked off the whitecoats that the dog-people went into killer mode. And boy, did I fight tooth and nail!

I aimed a punch to one's head, but it only glanced off of its muzzle. I tried a roundhouse kick to its neck, but the thing grabbed be by the ankle and threw me. Fortunately: I got a few mutts on my way down. Unfortunately: I rammed headfirst into a wall. The force was enough to jar my teeth and a starburst of pain exploded in my mind. Ooo, he was so gonna get it.

I sprang off the ground and lunged for him. Once again, he pulled at my legs, but I managed to kick him in the face. I tucked my body into a ball and rolled so I wouldn't hit my head again. I was already seeing black spots; I didn't need to pass out in a fight for my life.

I tried standing up, but fell back again. The hybrids took this opportunity to all tackle me. Let me tell you: being at the bottom of a lupine-homeosapien hybrid heap does not feel good. At all. Think of being trapped under a mountain. Add suffocating tons of fur and razor sharp claws. I was struggling to breathe.

I was panicking at this point. Being torn to bloody bits of me or being eaten alive was not my idea of fun. So I started flailing and shoving upwards and -BINGO!—managed to kick one of them in the groin. This one hit set off a chain of events. First, the unfortunate victim actually bit my arm. Teeth buried deep into my flesh. Second: I screamed. Like the little girl I am.

The pain seemed to fuel me. I honestly don't know what happened, but one moment I was being squashed to death and the next, there was a flurry of skin and fur and I was free. The dirt was littered with debris and blood, and my enemies ran off with their tails between their legs and whimpering. Big wusses.

I groaned as I spread my wings: ivory ones with a 12 foot wingspan. I wish I had Tylenol or something because these wings were killing me. The bird DNA hadn't been injected into me before I was born like the "special" experiments, but the wings had been grafted onto my back when I was little. Even though the surgery had been years ago, the intensity of pain hadn't faded.

"Come on, girl. You can do it," I mutter to myself. I was a little rusty when it came to flying; I hadn't done it in so long. Flexing my shoulders and cringing, I start flapping the wings. I could only manage a weak breeze. Great, I thought. Climbing it is, then. I grabbed the metal and began climbing.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours of skin-blistering, finger-aching progress, I reached the top. That's when trouble(again) arose. The lining; I couldn't touch it without being electrocuted. Another stupid thing: I jumped. Yes, I jumped off a wall more than one hundred feet tall.

So I was falling at a million miles an hour. Is this it? I escape only to fall to my death? My wings snapped open and flapped,

I had been flying for several days now-nonstop. I knew I had amazing endurance, practically superhuman, so I was trying to get as far from the lab as possible without stopping.

My head was pounding, back aching, joints stiffening, arm hurting like hell, and I had started to see spots again. It was getting harder to breathe, my chest felt like it was caving in. The wounds from my battle with the mutts were taking a huge toll on me, because now, if I landed, I doubt that I could barely stand. I doubt I could even crawl. Then it happened.

My wings stopped moving. My joints locked up. My breath was ripped from my body. I felt a sudden drop in altitude. I, Skie, bird kid with freaking wings, was falling from the sky.

Some people say that falling from the sky seems like forever, days, but they must be lying, because I hit the ground with such force that I blacked out.

And I'm pretty sure I died.

Iggy's POV

I hate being blind. Even if I can sense colors, being blind still sucks. Outside of the Flock, people baby me. They think I'm helpless and "handicapped" just because I can't see.

Nobody warned me. Nobody said, "Watch out!" or "Move!" I was just standing there when I got hit by a bus. Or at least what felt like a bus. Whatever it was, it came from above, from the sky. "Oof!" The breath was knocked out of me as it hit me and forced me to the ground.

"Iggy!" Nudge cried. I could hear footsteps and the weight being lifted off of me and hands pulling me up.

I hate being treated like I can't take care of myself. I'm blind, and it's all the School's fault.

"Angel! Get back here! Don't go near it!" Max ordered. "What's going on?" I ask. No one answers. "Angel, I said get back here! Now!" Max's voice is shrilly, so it must have been something dangerous. "But Max," Angel says. "I think it might be hurt. We can't just leave it here." What is 'it'? "Guys, what is it? What's going on?" I demand. I'm frustrated now. My friends, my eyes, refuse to say anything. They won't tell me. And then I see it.

Well, not really see, with my blindness and all. It's more like a blurry patch of whiteness.

"Max," Nudge whimpers. "That's a lot of blood." Blood?! "Max, we can't just leave it! It's hurt!" Angel pleads. "Oh, yes we can leave it!" "Max." It's Fang's voice that resonates now. It's amazing how he can silence her with a single word. "Angel's right."

Third Person POV

It was a white, motionless clump. White except for the blood that stained it. Angel knelt by its side and stroked it softly. "It'll be okay. We're gonna help you," she said. Then there was a quiver. Her fingers brushed against feathers. "Max! It needs your Mom's help!" the girl insisted. Everyone looked at her.

"It's one of us."

LaughingLlama: How'd you like chapter 1? R&R please, and no flames. I am new to Fanfiction. Also, I have an account on , Fanfiction's sister site. I would appreciate it if you read and reviewed my works there, too. I am known as LaughingLlama on that site. If you haven't noticed, the fight scene was kinda rubbish, but if you have any advice on how to improve it, please PM me. Thank you!