Hey, I've been a member of this site forever and I just recently read the Maximum Ride Saga. It was awesome! I loved it so much I read all three books in three days! So, this idea popped into my head. Hope you like! (More info at bottom) Take notice there are some slight changes to this prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does.
Hero/Heroine
By: FangsAndClaws
Summary: My first story for Maximum Ride. Though Max never mentioned it, she always wondered why Fang was so dark. When new powers sprout between the two of them, Max and Fang are just about to re-live his brutal past. Why hadn't Jeb told them about any of the things they are seeing? FAX! Rest of Flock is in story, don't know if I want Niggy, my thoughts about it aren't clear. Inspired by Boys Like Girls song: "Hero/Heroine". After the 3rd; "StWaOES."
Prologue:
It was a dark and stormy night when Jeb sighed, looking at some metal dog cages. These weren't any ordinary dog cages though and they didn't hold dogs. Inclosed inside were phenomenoms of nature; human-avian hybrids. First there was Maximum, "Max." She was the oldest by six months and currently eight years of age. Her hair was a light blonde color, but Jeb knew it would turn darker into a dirty blonde, for that's exactly what his did. Behind her closed eyelids were bright brown orbs that shined with innocence.
Next there was Isaac (A/N: I made that up for story purposes), who every one just called Iggy. He was the seconded oldest also at eight. His orange-red hair was kept short for experiment reasons. Behind his closed eyes, though, was something totally different compared to Max's. His once light blue eyes that held so much curiosity, were clouded. About a year ago they, "they" being the whitecoats, wanted to test a new kind of sight designed specifically for the Flock that enhanced their vision. Not wanting to harm Max and her future, they used Iggy. Something went wrong and he was left forever blind. He seemed to be OK with it and welcomed his new advantages with open arms.
Then there was Monique, "Nudge." Sweet, talkative, five-year old Nudge. She had such a motor mouth, constantly talking with what Max called the "Nudge Channel: All Nudge, All the time." Her hair was a very dark brown, always kept in some new style. Her eyes held deep, rich chocolate irises. She also seemed to have the biggest appetite of them all, but that didn't seem to bug her or mess with her body structure.
Jacob, (A/N: Made up) the "Gasman", was a somewhat innocent blond boy with striking blue eyes. When he is around, you never know who was talking, but you always know that he is or was there. The meaning of that sentence is that even though he was two years old and barely talked, he was a real pro at mimicking people, whether they be girl or boy, child or adult. Also, due to some type of failure in his DNA combinding, he suffered with serious digestive problems, not that this bothered him. If anything, it made him more mischevious.
Lastly, there was Angel, which was her real name. She looked exactly like the Gasman because she was his new born baby sister. Angel was bright for her young age, always giggling or laughing at someone or something. Max took an immediate liking to her, like some kind of bond. And Angel also seemed extremely comfortable around the older girl, too. She completed the group who would grow up to save the entire Earth. No one could predict what was instore for these fortunate, yet unfortunate, five.
A "thud" distracted Jeb from his thoughts. It sounded like something fell. Walking around, he looked everywhere, but there was no sign that anything tried to defy the law of gravity. Sighing once again, he leaned on the ledge of a window sill, looking out the window to the School's "backyard". Then he cocked his head with an eyebrow raised. There was a box sitting in the middle of the yard in the middle of a storm. He knew that wasn't there before.
Grabbing his rain jacket, he made his way quickly over to the box and lifted it. He had some difficulty at first because it was a lot heavier than he expected. Jeb made his way back inside the building and lifted the box onto a bare table. There was a blanket covering the top and it was soaked. Pulling it back gently so as not to disturb whatever was in it, Jeb gasped at what he saw.
It was a young boy; no older than Max herself. He looked worse for wear. His hair was matted and looked as if it was also blood-stained. His skin was so pale for someone his age. Scratches, brusies, and nasty gashes covered almost every limb of his body. Lastly there was an angry red scar on his face that ran from above his left eyebrow all the way down to a little past his temple. It looked also infected. Jeb looked at him with concern and worry written all over his face. Just as he put his arms under the child's back, he flinched back, eyes wide. This boy wasn't completely human. He had dark, jet black wings on his back.
Thanks for reading atleast! Please do hit the purple button at the bottom left hand corner. I need reviews on what I did good and what I can improve on. Please R&R! Mild flames are welcome, just don't go crazy with them!
FangsandClaws
