Cross-over of some sorts. You gotta love Avatar: The Last Airbender. And of course, Maximum Ride. Hmm, what would happen if Max was the Avatar? I suppose we could find out...

I spread out my elegant chocolate wings, and dove off the cliff. Just a normal day as your normal mutant bird kid. Hundreds of feet below me, my best friend Victor layed out the red and white tarp I asked him to paint a couple days ago. The pattern that was cruely splattered across the surface was that of a target.

From my vantage point up here -and my raptor vision- I had a perfect view of the painted target spread out below me.

Victor signaled the sign by waving his arms franticlly in the air, and I folded my wings in, dive bombing right at the scarlet bull's eye, most likely nearing at least 200 miles an hour.

At the last second, I shot out my wings and swooped up. Then, like I had practiced so many times before, willed an enormous sphere of glowing sanguine flame out of nowhere in my palms, and thrusted it forward, causing the inferno to zoom straight into the red dot at the center.

"Whoohoo!" I cheered as I floated onto land, and reviewed my work. You see, as the Avatar, I'm supposed to master all the four elements. But my natural element is Fire, and so far it's the only one I have mastered.

Victor sprinted up to me, and held his hand up for a high-five. I gladly smacked it with about as much force as I could muster, which was a lot.

Then he pushed his cracked glasses futher up on his nose. Victor's frame is quite small, he has practically no muscular build at all, and is only about five foot two. His choppy brown locks swish in the wind, and he has about the geekyist (not sure about that word) smile ever.

Also, when we were back at the School, they doubled his brain capacity. For those of you who don't know what the School is, it's not a place to learn things, make friends, chat about boys, and gossip about the slutty chicks. No, it's an absolutely horrible and fowl lab where demons mix innocent babies' DNA with something like a wolf or a bird, in my case. They also do things to humans like they did with Victor, so that he could excell at whatever they tried to teach him.

We were in neighboring cages, if you must wonder how we met.

Then there's me. Maximum Ride, or Max for short. I'm made up of 2% Avian DNA, 49% human DNA, and 49% Avatar Spirit. Yup, that's right folks! I'm what you call the Avatar, meaning I can bend all the elements, and use them to my advantage.

I've still got a lot to learn though.

As Victor rolled up the singed tarp, I took a seat on the ground, and admired my handiwork.

Just about three months ago, Victor and I escaped the demonic School, and managed to find ourselves here, in an abandoned forest where nobody could find us. I'm only fourteen, but I still knew how to fend for myself.

Only two days ago had we finally finished constructing our awesome tree house. No, it's not the mediocore sandboxes you regular people build. No, it's much more than that. It has seven different rooms, all connected together with hand-crafted bridges, and it's even furnished.

Because Victor is the braniac that he is, he literally figured out how to make a refridgerator that runs on coconut milk. So, in short, Victor and I are quite comfortable, safe, and living a life that we could only dream of three months ago, when I slept on the uncomfortable plastic of a dog crate. Bad memories.

Of course, as the Avatar, I knew this couldn't last forever. I had to master the rest of the elements, because apparently creating fire out of thin air isn't good enough.

But right now, I was happy, just fine in our secluded jungle bungalow. That is, until I heard Victor's shrill scream echo throughout the forest.

Please review! This is my first story, so I hope I did justice. Thanks for reading, and I will be sure to update soon.