This takes place before the last book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any of the characters...obviously...
Chapter 1
Max's POV
I smelt the danger before I saw it. Literally. That day I had hazily woken up to the overwhelming odor of lab chemicals intoxicating my body. I was in a pitch black room lying face down on a stainless steel table. My arms and legs were clamped onto the table with metal cuffs, making me incapable of any escape attempt. I could feel a numb pain in my wings that were spread out to their full span. All 14 feet of it.
I struggled to move but I was too firmly in place. The whitecoats had strapped me down like a rampaging lion. As if I were an enormous threat to mankind. But I was only a bird kid, well maybe you've already guessed that with my wings and all. Hardly dangerous. Well, hardly dangerous if you so happen to be on my good side.
Okay, so I'm not the kinda person that kills innocent bystanders. In fact I'm trying to save them. I have been given a mission to save this world and that's what I intend to do. By dealing with the evil.
Also, I was not born with my wings. I was created by some whack job scientists that were experimenting on test tube babies and human babies alike. I was one of the "successful" ones that survived. After living most of my childhood in a cage, I had very few pleasant memories as a kid. Especially when it came to the smell of labs.
But I managed to escape for years, until now.
"Help," I whispered. "Help." My voice slowly got louder. "Help!"
I waited a moment in silence as the darkness engulfed me. I was completely vulnerable and could be attacked at any moment with absolutely no defence. I could hear a faint click of a latch then a creak. My inner alarm system blared in my head. Someone was here with me.
Instantly, a light turned on blinding me. I could see a figure approaching my face.
"Max."
I gasped. I knew that voice. I had heard it all my life. I loved that voice from the depths of my heart.
"I'm so sorry, Max. But this is for your own good."
"Fang."