Hey :) This story takes place at the beginning of Angel. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride!
Max's POV
Who expected the apocalypse to start when you were moping for the departure of your best friend/boy friend in a tree in the middle of Arizona? Well let me tell you now; I certainly did not expect. Now looking back at it, I probably should've talked to Angel about it. Maybe she had developed more psychic skills and could look into the future. I will never know.
It started when I woke up from a nightmare about being caught and Fang not having my back. Yes, I do know it's cheesy and un-Max like to have a nightmare about Fang abandoning me, but I'm giving you the truth here. I nearly fell out of the tree when I woke up from the dream, which is pretty sad for a mutant bird kid, especially moi. Jeez, I have to clean up my act.
"Wow, I'm so pathetic," I muttered, annoyed at my pathetic self, and then I sat back down in the tree, staring at nothing in particular in the sky. Why staring at the sky? Who knows? Maybe I had some weird thing going on that I thought Fang was going to appear out of thin air like he usually does. Well I do know this for a fact; it was stupid of me to not look at the ground, where there was literally an army of Flyboys, Erasers, and M-Geeks out to get me. I swear if I ever see Fang again, I will kick his butt from here to Mexico, 'cause he really messed with my habits and senses, which really does say something.
"Max-hih-mum Ride. You're time has come." I heard one of the 'bots say from down below, and I jumped up from the tree to see below the army sent to capture me. Let me tell you now; when you're angry, sad, and annoyed all at the same time, it feels good to attack something, especially when you give them some kicks with a side of sarcasm.
"Oh no, not you retired creeps again!" I snarled and took to the sky, expanding all thirteen feet of my glorious white-brown wings. I was shocked to find out that there were hundreds of them surrounding me, from the ground and from the sky, which I failed to noticed during my sky gazing. Wow, I truly am losing it.
One of the Flyboys above me aimed a deadly looking gun at me, and I gracefully dodged the stupid looking…tranquilizer dart? Huh? This isn't like the deadly things they usually carry to kill me.
"Oh no you don't, you stupid robot!" I snarled and kicked the Flyboy in his weak spot. I smirked as he exploded. I kicked another couple dozen Flyboys where they break and I smirked every time they exploded. Even though I was happy to beat the heck out of some things I hate with a passion, I couldn't help but think where the heck they were all coming from. I've never seen so many Erasers, M-Geeks, and Flyboys put all together in my life, which really says something, 'cause I see them a lot. Oh yeah, and I thought they were "retired," the mental white coat's term for "killed off."
After I took out some more M-Geeks, Erasers, and Flyboys with my mad fighting skills, do you know what crazy, unimaginable thing happened next? If you said one of those creeps snuck up behind me and stuck one of those wrenched darts in my side, then unfortunately, you are correct.
All of a sudden I felt drowsy from the dart. I tried fighting off the drowsiness while I was taking out some more things, but I couldn't do it much longer, because I felt like I was going to collapse from exhaustion. And when do I collapse from exhaustion? Not in this lifetime baby.
After five more rebellious minutes I gave into the drowsiness, and the last thing I registered was Dr. Martinez, my mom, smiling evilly in the doorway. My last thought was, jeez, these darts have a weird affect on my brain. I'll have to talk to Jeb about it so him and his science buddies can fix the issue. I hate hallucinations.