A/N: *DRUMROLL* Hey y'all! So this is my first fanfiction, not quite sure where I'm going with it yet. Anyway, feel free to reveiw (duhh) and I'm not gonna say 'no flames' or anything because, well, it might be really bad and I might deserve flames, but hopefully not! :3 Okay, I'll shut up and yet you read the first chapter.
But wait, I gotta stick this in here first. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any of the charcters from James Patterson's 'Maximum Ride' series. All I own is the plot, though I did base some of my ideas on fanfics by other authors on this site.

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Max POV:

Bzzzz bzzzzt! Bzzzz bzzzzt!

Urgh! I reached out an arm and whacked my good-for-nothing-apart-from-annoying-me alarm clock, sending it crashing onto the floor. Oops.

Groaning, I threw off my navy blue Bastille duvet (what can I say? I'm not a pink kind of girl) before stretching my arms above my head and yawning. That's about as far as my multitasking skills go, unless I'm listening to music, dancing (sod off, I actually can dance, thank you very much) and singing (okay, I'm not so good at that one).

I made my way blearily to the bathroom, where I did what everyone does in the bathroom, and splashed some water on my face.

Feeling slightly more alive now, I decided to go and wake up my brother dearest, Iggy. I opened his bedroom door without knocking (I could hear him snoring, I'm not some creep hoping to see my brother topless, ew!) and immediately had to take a step back because of the unmistakable stench of teenage boy. Urgh.. I made a mental note to tell Mum to get him an air freshener, and maybe some extra strong deodorant.

Anyway, back to the task in hand. Breathing through my mouth, I tiptoed into the room, carefully stepping over the various junk that littered the floor. You had to be extra careful in Iggy's room, because it was highly likely half of the junk was explosive. He's scarily fond of explosions and loud bangs.

I finally reached Iggy's bed, where we was snoring softly, blowing a lock of blonde hair off his face with each breath. I smirked. This is going to be fun.

Step one, take a couple steps back from victim. Step two, run up to victim. Step three, jump on victim.

I executed thee three steps perfectly, if I do say so myself. Iggy let out a high pitched scream and shot up.

"Ma-ax! I was sleeping!" he growled, blindly hitting out at me. Hilariously, he missed. I couldn't stop laughing.

"Ig, you are-" I burst out laughing again, "-such a girl!"

Iggy mumbled something under his breath and pushed me off the bed.

Still laughing, I got up off my butt and headed for the door. "Remember we're leaving in an hour, 'kay?"

Oh yeah, I probably should have explained. Iggy and I are going away to a outdoor boot camp thing that's supposed to 'kick your kids into shape'. Mum signed us up because she says we don't get out enough. I think she just wants a week of peace, plus the high school is paying for everything because they have lottery funding or something. I don't really care.

We leave today. Iggy really doesn't want to go. He threw a proper tantrum when mum said we were going, wouldn't speak to her for a week. He gets really nervous around other people, especially if he hasnt met them before. I think he has social anxiety. I feel bad for him, especially ince I find it son easy to talk and become friends with people.

"Max, Iggy! Breakfast is ready!" My mum's voice floated up the stairs, along with the tantalizing smell of bacon. Time to get ready to roll.

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Fang POV

My door creaked, and in an instant I was wide awake. I lay completely still in my bed, making sure my breathing didn't hitch. Maybe if he thought I was asleep, he would leave me be for tonight. I was leaving tomorrow (or I could be this morning, I wasn't sure) anyway, couldn't he just let me be this once?

"Get up, I know you're not asleep," a deep voice growled.

I didn't move. He was probably bluffing.

"I said get up, you piece of shit!" I sudden blow to the back of my head made my gasp. A hand grabbed my shoulder and yanked it.

"You're awake, now get your fat ass off that damn mattress," a voice I sadly knew all too well hissed in my ear.

Knowing better than to disobey, I stood, wincing as my muscles protested loudly and a scab broke open on my back. The man pushed me roughly towards the door, and I bit back a yelp as more scabbed over wounds started to bleed again.

I limped out of the door and was shoved in the direction of the stairs that led down to the cellar. Oh god please no, not now, I pleaded silently. I tried to turn around, maybe get away. I don't know.

"What the hell are you doing?" The man was right behind me.

"Please, what will people think if I have bruises on my face? You can't do this to me right now, I leave soon, remember?"

Wow. That was perhaps the longest sentence I've spoken in months.

The man snorted, and grabbed my collar, bringing my face right next to his. "Why should I care?"

"P-people will ask questions," I stammered. Oh god, I was stammering now?

"You're fucking pathetic, you know that? Say you fell off your bike or something. Otherwise keep your hood up. I'll try not to damage your ugly face too much."

I nodded, not daring to tell him that I didn't even have a bike.

"But this is a first and a last. Don't expect any more favours from me." And with that, he punched the side of my head and I blacked out.

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Fang POV:

I woke up only 5, maybe 10 minutes later, with my hand chained together above my head to the ceiling and my feet just touching the floor. I realized from the cold draft circling me that I was stark naked, save for my boxers. Great.

I opened my eyes blearily just in time to see a whip, with what looked like tiny ice daggers protruding from it, coming towards me. It struck my chest, and I cried out in agony. It was like nothing i had ever felt before. Looking down, I saw small bits of ice sticking out of my skin, slowly melting and causing a crazy amount of pain.

Before I could even understand what was happening, another whip came at me, this one purely slicing my flesh in a ruler straight line. I bit down on my lip so hard I drew blood, and it dripped down my chin onto the red puncture dots where the ice had been. It had melted, letting the blood flow freely from me.

Now the man was in front of me, a dagger in his hand and a demented grin on his face. "Enjoying this, Nicky?" he whispered, and then he licked my chest. I shuddered in disgust and had to fight the sudden urge to puke. He had just licked me! Whilst I was covered in warm blood, too. What the hell?

My confused mind was distracted when I felt a hot white pain on my back. He was carving something into my back. The pain was so awful, so horrific, I could hardly think straight.

"You're such a whore, Nicky," the man purred, biting my ear lobe. Nicky was his pet-name for me, and I hated it with a passion. I actually had to swallow some vomit back down, ignoring the burning sensation it caused. It was nothing compared to the pain that dagger was causing me. The man worked his way down my shoulder, biting and sucking, all the while carving intricate, jagged patterns and words into my back. The knife cut clean through newly healed scabs, making yet more blood dribble down my spine.

"You're worthless,"the man hissed. "You don't deserve to be alive. I could kill you right now, you know?" I could feel the man's words tumbling down on me as tears streamed down my face.

"You're worthless, you shouldn't be allowed to live, you're scum, you're dirty, scum, nothing, nothing, you're nothing, everybody hates you, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, you're nothing but a whore, just a fat, ugly whore, nobody wants you, nobody loves you, you're nothing. Meaningless. Forgotten."

Those insult echoed in my head, blocking out everything else. Nobody loved me. I was worthless. I was scum. I was nothing. I deserved to die.

"...Do you like that, Nicky? Hmm, you do don't you? Whore."

I blinked and looked down in shock to find that the man was playing with my thing. This time, I couldn't hold it back. He was molesting me! I leaned to the side and wretched, vomit sliding down my leg and into a puddle at my feet. The man jumped back in disgust.

"You asshole!" He yelled, and backhanded me in the face. His ring scraped my right cheek harshly and I winced.

The man walked behind my and unchained me. I fell to the floor with a cry and lay there.

"You're supposed to leave in three and a half hours. Clean yourself up, and make yourself look presentable. And remember," the man crouched beside me and grabbed my chin, forcing it up so I had to look at him.

"Tell anybody, and I will kill you."

I don't think I've ever said this, but I hate him.

I hate my father.

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A/N: *Hides behind sofa* So, how was it? You're not going to pelt me with raw vegetables?

Any criticism (as long as it's not utterly stupid) is welcome, as I'm trying to improve my writing all the time.

Thank you! :*

~ LightningEagle