Me: Well, here's a new story! This one's Maximum Ride! Woot!
Fang: Well isn't it kinda obvious this is a Max Ride story?
Me: Shut up Fang, you're killing my mood. Any way I think I'll call this one 'Reunions'. Disclaimer time! I don't own Maximum Ride! Enjoy!
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.:Reunions:.
Chapter one
)( Max )(
Ella and I boarded the airplane together. I sat next to my sister in our first class seats. We were on our way to a fancy college in New York.
I had been to New York before, but that was three years ago. I was fourteen, homeless, and bent on stopping a major corporation from destroying the world. A lot has changed since then.
After the flock and I had defeated Itex, our lives together ended. I went to live with Mom, Ella, and Jeb. Even after three years, I can't stand to call him dad. Iggy went with his parents again, this time, they promised not to try and turn a profit from him. Nudge found her mom. She was exactly the person she had been waiting for. They now live in a house with a white picket fence somewhere in Arizona. Gazzy and Angel found their parents too. They now travel with the circus their family owns. Of course they're not part of the attractions. Total went with Angel. And last but most definitely not least, Fang. He lives in New Jersey. Some rich pricks adopted him. I didn't want to leave him, but he was so happy to find adults who loved him for him, dark broodingness and all.
The best part? All of the flocks' new parents/guardians loved them even with their wings. They all agreed to keep it a secret as long as the flock member did.
Well, I haven't seen any of them since we parted ways. I'm seventeen now. I graduated from high school last year. I went to a community college for a while but Mom just pulled me out a few weeks ago. She said she wanted Ella and me to go to this private college, even though it was all the way across the country. I don't know what her deal is, but something tells me that Ella's in on it, too, and that she wouldn't tell me even if I begged her…
)( Fang )(
The man who called himself my father burst into my room. "What are you doing, Frederick?" (A/N I couldn't help it, I had to give him a weird name!) I sighed as I looked up from my laptop. I stared at the man who called himself my father. I used every bit of evil teen and Max lessons I had in me. I had practiced this in the mirror. This look made everything the man who called himself my father hated stand out. My three ear piercing in one ear and two in the other, the additional piercing in my lower lip, my emo-style hair cut with bangs that covered half of my face, my dark clothing, everything. I had once even made the posters of emo and heavy metal bands stand out.
The man who called himself my father glared at me but mine was much more impressive. " I'm having a picnic in a flowery meadow." I said sarcastically. "And It's Fang, not Frederick. Good-bye."
The man who called himself my father gave up. He backed out of my room with a sigh. When the door was firmly shut behind him, I looked back to my computer screen. I've been tracking down bird-kids. Can you guess which one? Max.
Suddenly, the girl who called herself my younger sister burst into my room as well. "God!" I scoffed. "Can no one keep themselves in their own personal space bubble?"
The girl who called herself my sister stormed up to me. "Daddy says to tell you to pack your bags, Frederick! You're going off to college in New York to do something productive with your life!" With that she stomped out of my room and slammed the door shut, obviously miffed that she had been told to do something.
New York, Huh? I thought. That could help me quite a bit.
)( Iggy )(
I ran around the corner of the street and into an alley where I slumped down in a heap. There were at least eight wangsters ( Wangster: contraction of wannabe and gangster ) after me. They were posers, but they could fight. Even an enhanced flock member like me couldn't take them all at once.
I couldn't believe how touchy these people were. All I said was that they were total idiots for trying to use a bomb like the one they were hiding. Apparently, they didn't like that I had found one of their little toys. But honestly, I told them the truth. They couldn't expect that thing to actually explode, could they? I felt the wiring myself. It was a total failure.
Uh-oh. They were coming. I stood quickly and tapped the wall with my fist, as if I were knocking on a door. The vibrations from this told me that there was nothing between me and the sky so I ran a few steps, jumped into the air and unfurled my wings, taking off.
Then I realized something. I didn't have any where to go. I had run away from home about a month ago. Well, I say 'run away' but what I mean is that I slipped away when my parents were counting the money they had made off of me that day.
Yup. My parents lied. They said when they took me in that they were going to be nice, that they weren't going to try to turn a profit from my wings. Well, you can see how well that turned out. I changed directions and headed for the park. It was pitch black out, so no one could see me even if they were looking to the sky trying to locate a blind flying seventeen-year-old, which, you gotta admit, is highly unlikely.
I landed next to a deserted tree and climbed up quickly. I stretched out across the branches and thought ahh… just like old times. I started to think about where I could go. I was NOT going to stay here in D.C. I couldn't take it any more. Then I had a crazy thought. 'New York'.
Before I left the house my parents were staying at, I had gotten an acceptance letter to some fancy college in New York. Of course my parents refused to let me go, they were making way too much money off of me for me to leave.
Said letter also came with a scholarship in mechanics. So no class fees for me. I had been there before so it wouldn't take long for me to get my bearings. Well, no harm in trying. So before crashing in my tree, I decided that in the morning, I would leave for New York.
)( Nudge )(
Nudge trumped through the grass and into beautiful house complete with a white picket fence he called home. She set down her backpack and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Arizona sure is hot." She said to herself. She went to the fridge to get a drink but stopped when she saw a note taped to it.
Monique-
I'm going away for a while again. I have some business to take care of. Pack some food and clothes and head to New York. I've made arrangements for you to stay at a boarding school there. You'll be able to make lots of new friends there because the school teaches all grades. Even college courses. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but it could take years. I'm sorry for breaking our promise, but it's for the best.
Love you always,
Mom
Nudge crumpled the letter and threw it to they ground. Six months ago, Nudge's mom had told her she was done traveling. She had promised not to leave her alone any more. But she had lied.
"Why stop now?" Nudge thought out loud as she began dumping her school supplies out of the back pack she had just put down. "She's always lied to me. She lied about where my babysitting money had gone, she lied about getting a puppy, she lied about my dad-" Nudge stopped what she was doing. "No…" She said. "I can't think about him. He's not important. Not any more. He's not a problem any more."
Nudge finished packing and ran outside. She jumped into the air and unfurled her wings. Her curly hair blew out behind her as she flew. She was on her way to New York now. But she realized one single problem: she had no idea where this university or school or whatever it was was.
"Great!" Nudge thought aloud again. "How is fifteen-year-old gonna make ends meet in New York with no money?" no matter what, though, she had to obey her mother. She didn't want a repeat of last time.
)( Gazzy and Angel )(
Gazzy? The Gasman heard his sister's voice in his head. We need to get out of here. They're gonna take us to a dealer. They're gonna sell us for drugs.
Angel looked at her big brother. The last of the flock she had seen for years. Okay. Gazzy thought. We'll make a break for it when they take us outside, all right?
Angel nodded. Then the siblings' parents came in. They looked exactly like Angel and Gazzy, except that their eyes were sunken from drugs and they wore gangster clothing while the children wore the same clothes they had worn when Max had left them here.
The four walked out of the disgusting house into the bitter cold of the night. Gazzy concentrated hard to get Angel's mental attention. Now! He thought. The two leapt into the air unfurling their wings and flying away from the horror that they would have faced.
"Where to?" Gazzy asked Angel. Sure, she was only nine and he was eleven, even though Gazzy was older, Angel always seemed to know what to do and where to go. Gazzy figured she got it from spending so much time around Max. Max. He missed her so much.
"New York." Angel answered. "And I know you miss Max, Gazzy. I miss her too."
"Yeah. I guess three years hasn't really made us forget the flock." Gazzy thought of Iggy. His best friend.
Angel looked at her brother sympathetically. "I know how hard it must have been to lose him, Gaz. But I have a feeling that we'll see them all again. That's why we're going to New York. I don't know how or why, but I feel like that's where we'll all end up at. You'll see. It'll get better."
"Thanks." The rest of the flight was done so in silence, because even though she sounded so sure of herself, Angel had no idea what they were going to do once they got to New York.
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Me: Soo… What did you guys think?
Angel: Why are all of our lives horrible except Max's?
Max: Am I too cushy to live with parents that want to sell me for drugs?
Me: T.T You guys have no idea how long I worked on this. Getting all of your story's together, and now you're complaining?
Fang: Why do I have so many piercings?
Me: Because it's HAWT!
All: O.o …
Me: Well, any way let me know if you want me to continue with this story, cause if not, I won't. I'm just too lazy to write a story that no one reads. Ttfn!