All right, I'm only going to say this once... I HATE PEOPLE!!!

My ex-friend from a year ago has this unholy grudge on me and decided to hack my fiction account here and took all my stories off. Seriously, who does that? It's so juvenile! Anyway, onto the story... again...

Maximum Ride: The Fallen Angel Experiment

Summery:

The flock is in disarray after Itex is destroyed. They don't belong anywhere, they still are not safe, and people are constantly looking for them. To worsen the scene a new danger is on the rise, greater enemies to face and fear. All the while, the strong bond between the flock is weakening. Max is standing on the brink of insanity, her leadership being questioned, tested. Everything changes after she leaves…

I do not own Maximum Ride

The Factory

A meeting was being held in the office on the top floor of the highest building in the city. Every man sitting around the long oval table had mixed expressions on their cleanly shaven faces. There were twelve men around the table, all in their mid-thirties, but there was a younger male standing before them. He must have been no older than twenty-two.

One man, balding and plump, cleared his throat loudly and asked, "Are we quite ready to get this meeting started?" He seemed impatient.

"Yes, quite," another agreed with a bored sigh. "We do have our own corporations to run." Many of the others started to grumble in agreement, but this did not faze the younger man. His eyes remained sharp however soft his appearance seemed.

This meeting was supposed to be the turn of the century. It was a guaranteed success and worked openly with other companies, hoping to share their stock, a simple taste of the soon to be victory. That's only if they wanted a part of it. If they didn't, well, they could just as easily be replaced.

As the annoyed droning wore on, many were already suggesting on leaving already without hearing a word. This made the corner of the man's mouth quirk slightly. His brilliantly deadly coal black eyes were intense, sharp on those flaking out. In his mind, he was already marking them off the list for salvation.

Finally, the young man raised his arms and grinned. "Welcome councilmen. Forgive me for the delay."

"Petulant whelp," one man whispered. His voice, though, carried to the coal-eyed boy's ears as if he were standing right next to him.

Unfazed by the remark, he mildly flipped some of his blond bangs out of the way and continued, "As many of you may be aware of the destruction of Itex--"

"I lost a large sum of money when they crashed," a skinnier man sneered, his narrow face purple in silent rage. "Branches all over the country took a major blow when they failed."

"Yes, Steve McDonough, we are all aware of this."

An older man, wrinkled and worn in appearance, cupped his hands and leaned forward. "Does Itex have anything to do with this meeting, Sir Daniel?"

Sir Daniel, or Dan for short, looked over the group before him again. His eyes caught and registered everything about them. Every imperfection, a freckle, an ingrown hair, a remnant of a scar. Even their scent was just as clear. Musty cologne, stale alcohol, impatient sweat…

"Yes Dr. Croy, this is about Itex." A ripple of mixed emotions spread across their faces once again. This was a hot spot. He continued, "We have confirmation on the original doctors from the earlier practices and experimental procedures."

"You have them in your custody?"

He nodded. "For the most part. We have them working for my company now."

"All of them? I thought the authorities had them in their custody?"

The sun gleaming through the uncovered windows seemed unusually bright for a second. Heat rushed to Dan's cheeks, but they didn't color, he didn't sweat. He hated his word being questioned. "We have in our hold Roland ter Borscht, Paul Robinson, Dr. Pheyser, Dr. Gillian, and last but not least---Jeb Batchedler."

Waves of astonished and disturbed thoughts coated the faces of the men before him suddenly. Many began to ask questions, quick ones, short or long ones. They overlapped each other, none quite getting through. Soon their questions shifted to outright demanding shouts. Tempers flared upon hearing Jeb's name. Words like "traitor" and "backstabber" floated to the top of the outbursts. It hadn't taken long for every company in cahoots with Itex to learn of his deception.

Dan raised a hand and they silenced. "Let us forget about Jeb and focus on the matter at hand."

"And that would be?"

With a slight gesture of his fingers, the shades on the windows started to lower, shielding off the light and leaving them in the natural darkness of the room. A screen lowered behind Dan and it suddenly glowed bright with pictures from a projector hanging from the ceiling above the table. Every gaze on the screen widened, jaws dropped, stifled gasps filled the silence. They couldn't take their eyes off the flipping pictures. None wanted to!

"This gentlemen." Dan gestured towards the pictures, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Welcome to the future of Re-Birth."

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