A/N: Ok here's the deal. This is another story I've written similar to MaxRide, but with different chcts and a story plot that is all my own. I've been writing it since end of November. Hope you like it!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the MaxRide story this is based on.

Claimer: I do however own this one entirely, so if you steal the plot or chcts I WILL kill you.

Ocean Wave: Tidal Surge

PART ONE: OFF WE GO, INTO…WHAT?

Chapter 1

"We shouldn't be here," I whispered. "We need to get out Vis, now. Who knows what could be down here."

"You know you're burning with desire to find out. Admit it," Vis replied. He sounded so convincing I almost believed it. Almost. If it wasn't pitch-black, I would have smacked him, and I knew he was smiling, praying I couldn't see.

"Come on Ocean, you know you want to." His voice was suddenly so close to my ear I jumped. I loved and hated this ability of his to disappear and then reappear anywhere he wanted to, and I still wasn't used to it. And he knew it. That's how he got his name.

"Ya right. If I had my way, I wouldn't be down here chasing after your wild and crazy imagination Vis, now would I?" Silence. No sound of breath, no footfalls, nothing. Silence and I are not a good match. Vis knew this. He played on it repeatedly.

"I'm here Ocean, I know you're scared, just follow my voice and I'll get you out of here. We have to go get the others, 'cause they should be at the cave by now." He sounded like he was so far away I would never find him. I couldn't help it. I was panicking. Cold sweat, bad memories of tests, shortness of breath, and lightheadedness, all rolled into one huge massive shockingly big headache. I tried crying out, but nothing came. Well crap. This was the worst panic attack I had ever had. Then, to my this-is-so-not-cool-I'm-going-to-die state of mind, I started crying. Huge sobs came from me. I was shaking. Vis had done things of this sort before, but never to this extreme. We all played tricks on one another all the time, me, Vis, Carebear, and D-man, short for The Detonator, the kid loves bombs, what can we say. But this was the worst.

"Ocean, are you okay?" Vis' hand was on my arm, and I collapsed. Some fearless "leader" I was. Soon I was in his arms. Human contact felt good after so much nothing. I saw that the hall we were in was beginning to lighten. By red flashing lights and sirens. Crap! I guess our captors found out we were missing. I couldn't move quite yet, but I was slowly regaining use of my mind and coming out of my earlier panic attack.

"Take to the skies. I'll meet you there," I pointed to the top of an old pine tree we could see through a window, "In five minutes."

"I'm not letting go of you." With that, Vis opened up 14 foot ebony black wings, stood up and raced to end of the tunnel, up the stairs, out a door, and we were airborne. For a 14-year-old mutant, this was big. Especially if you're being carried by your best friend and hanging in the air.

If you've never been in an airplane, you don't know how beautiful the sky is from above. Or if you've never opened wings that were genetically implanted 14 years ago, or, when Vis and I were infants. The sky, it's…well, it's indescribable. But I didn't have time to admire. Vis was gaining altitude, and it was hard not to look down when you're not in control of happens to you at this height. He was still carrying me, and flying, and somehow still rising higher. I had no idea he was this strong.

"Let me go, I can fly."

"I know you can, as can I and the twins, but I'm not letting you go."

Police sirens and flashing lights were now all around the Institute of Higher Scientific Knowledge, and they were setting up big searchlights that would find us in a moment if we dropped down any lower, which, of course, we did. All that previously gained height, gone. I think I was getting too much for the guy to carry.

"Vis!" I yelled in his ear over the wind. "If we drop any lower, we be found, studied, punished and sent back there! Let go of me!" By now I was pushing against his chest, and I felt him sigh.

"Fine." And his arms loosened, and I was falling. Fast. Remembering not to scream, I opened my own wings quickly, and felt the first jolt of wind catching them. I winced as I quickly surged upwards, remembering how much that hurt, out of the searchlight range. Just in time. I looked around trying to hide my relief, when I noticed Vis was not in the night sky. Feeling a need for speed I dashed to the old pine that we had previously agreed on, and folded my 13-foot gray wings and landed on the top-most solid branch. None too gracefully might I add.

"Nice landing. I give it a 6.4 for failing arms, horrified face, and slow balance recovery. What do you think Carebear?"

"Um, 6.8. Same story, just more compassion points." Leave it to 10-year-old twins humour to make me forget where I was, what I was supposed to be doing, and how to punish them for leaving home. Well, the little cave buried under a mass of vines in a hill that I sent them to earlier, when we escaped, oh, about 20 minutes ago. But they should have stayed there, and then the four of us could have left together. But do they listen? No.

"You two so shouldn't be here," Vis said, his voice hard.

"Neither should you. You should be inside, with the rest of the experiments," came an unwanted familiar voice from below.

There's chappie 1! Hope you enjoyed! Review please and thank you!!

Skye