I just got this odd review from this girl named peace. love. happiness saying she wanted to go out with me, I have one big, ginormous answer NO!!!!!!! Not to be mean or anything, but that was pretty disturbing. This story is probably the only one that ISN'T crazy!

Disclaimer: I own most of this, but JP owns the school, and all those subjects, but I own everything else, so don't sue me, cuz ya don't even know me ya creep. And I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter one: "THE STORM"

Merry shuffled in her cage, making annoying sounds as the small piece of paper moved beneath her against the solid steel that she laid upon. She moaned as the night shifted into the witching hour of yet another sleepless night.

She had been at the school ever since she was kidnapped at the age of three. The sad part is that she was the only one at this place that actually REMEMBERED her parents.

Her mom was so pretty, she had known that, but now ten or eleven years later, the memories of her parents had faded to inconspicuous blurs. Her dad had been handsome, turquoise eyes with brown specs, she didn't know how she remembered that, and she also didn't know how she remembered that he had glass lenses that covered them, like the magnifying things that they put over every inch of her body, checking up on her.

"Merry," someone, that she had known since she had come, whom she had played with when the white coats weren't looking, the person that she had woken up from the shuffling, and the person that she had come to love as not only as a brother but as a soul mate: Jaz. He had picked that name because of the self conducted made up songs that he used to hum when he got bored.

"I can't sleep either, wanna talk, Mer?" He asked, he called her Mer, since they were together, and that just happened to be Merry's pet name. Her name for him was "Jazzy". Merry smiled at him, no other person except them smiled, except the white coats when the terminated someone, he too was fourteen, he smiled back at her.

And she could also read minds, detect feelings, detect sickness and all that stuff, she looked over at Jaz, and started to read his mind:

Merry. Merry. Pretty. Pretty. And stuff like that. and the occasional: I love you, Merry, he would think. She would send him a thought saying, I know me too, I love you too.

"I'd love to," Merry answered. "About?"

His mind was full of unanswered questions, it was almost impossible to read.

"Us," he answered. "About us." Merry was shocked about his tone, like he wanted to break up with her or something. She shifted her wings to make them as comfortable as possible in the large-but-still-not-big-enough-cage, and noticed that he had them in the same position.

They had both had wings since they had come to this personal hell, and then when they were twelve they had made their relationship serious. He looked her in the eyes as she answered. "Yes?" She choked.

"Are we still going?" He questioned. She could tell that he wasn't just being obnoxious, she was actually scared and shocked but the seriousness. Just then a lightning strike came from not far away, Merry plugged her ears at the high pitched sound.

"Hell yeah," she yelled, "I couldn't STAND to lose you!" She cried. she couldn't believe how desperate she sounded, but she could feel a flood coming. She felt a tear come to her eye at the desperation that her feelings held, she couldn't stand losing him. She sniffled.

"Mer," Jazzy said. "I'm sorry, come on hold my hand, I didn't mean to make you cry." He stuck out his hand to her, through the bars of the prison, and offered it to her. She took it, just the the lightening struck the glass. It shattered in every direction, mostly landing in his cage, his hand slowly wept away...

Electricity went throughout his cage, and he was buzzed upwards, his lock came undone and and he flipped out of his cage, saliva trailed down the side of his face. His eyes contained nothing, looking dead. "Jazzy! No!" She cried.

"I... Love... You... Merry..." He choked, and his spazzing stopped. He made a move toward the lock of the cage, his fingers tangled with the lock and it unlocked, she got out as soon as his arm went down, she checked his pulse, it was pounding.

Ba-Boom ba-boom ba-boom, it went going two hundred miles per hour. The feeling went through her, how he was feeling, he was fine, just out cold, but now, NOW they could finally escape. NOW they could be free. NOW they could finally kiss one another... She pushed that thought from her brain and read his dream, of if he was having one, she got nothing.

Outside she saw blackness – blurred by the tears in her eyes. Utter blackness, like unhappiness, but they were fine with that, their whole life felt like they had been damned. She whipped out her wings, saw them spread out to each side of the room, and she felt pleasure, like she had felt nothing better, it was sooo comfortable! She felt invincible, like she could do anything.

She gently picked up the weightless figure that laid at the foot of her body. His feet banged the threshold, then she picked up his knees. She heard footsteps, not far away, and she ran out into of the building.

Her body hit the windy air like cement, but it almost felt... good. She was FLYING. Her wings caught currents, hitching more speed upon her Maximum Ride (A/N just thought I'd squeeze that in).

This reminded her of the escape of the six that the white coats always talked about, subject eleven, the one they always wanted to get their naughty hands on, subject thirteen, the one that they complained about, the one they called a slut, she was a smart Alec, and pretty, then there was subject nine, her gibber-jabbering, countless words per minute, motor mouth... then there was subject ten, he was soooo handsome, she remembered getting this not in her stomach when she saw him, when they had showed pictures of them saying "don't don't do this, look where it got THEM".

He never talked, as if her were mute. Then there were the two ones that always bombed everything, subject twelve, the one with the messed up digestive system, and the other one had awesome eyes, but was pale white, like a ghost.

She was like a ghost in the air, no where to go, free. She had a feeling that she had never had when she was apart from Jaz. Happiness, girlishness, she always envied subject thirteen, because one of the pictures of them was of ten and her, kissing, she wanted that for her and Jaz.

Then it struck her, the weight of Jaz, he weighed more than her, and she couldn't stand the weight, she had to get down from there. Now. Fast. She went downwards, still having trouble flying, shuddering and shivering from the cold rain and wind, wobbly by the wind too.

She went towards the ground, and put out her front feet. She didn't land well, she fell backwards, and Jaz landed on top of her, crumbling her under his weight. She grunted, gently pushed him off her. And looked up at the shiney things in the sky, they were so pretty, she had never seen them before, but they were so shiny, beautiful, like a blue bird getting ready for flight, she had once seen one during the day out side the big glass wall, covered the whole left thing.

She was glad she had escaped the horid place, she huddled in a ball under unconscious Jaz's arm and fell to sleep, finally.

The next Morning...

She jolted upright from her slumber to see Jaz fully awake, cradling her in his muscular arms. "Morning," he said. "We can finally touch." (A/N you know what I mean as in like he touched the dollar bill or something, not... never mind)

"I love you," he said.

"I love you more," Merry answered. He was really serious like that time when he asked her about their relationship. She looked in his ind to see what was going on.

Kiss, try it. It said. "I wanna try something," he said. He leaned on her so they were faceto face, then he inhaled. "Yep, I was right, you smell spectacular." He quickly changed the subject.

"I know what you wanted," she said. "I read your mind."

No answer.

"Well, we should probably get going," he said, and set off, "come on, before 'they' find us." She nodded, and got up, ready for anything to come at her.

"Let us GO," she said boisterously, and flew up into the sky, high above where Jazzy was. "Come on, I can't wait forever, slowpoke, I bet I could make it to that mountain over there before you even got two hundred feet in the air!"

"Is that a challenge?" He questioned. He raised an eyebrow.

He flew up into the air and met her, so they were equal in the air.

"Ready..." she mumbled. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, putting a replica face to his. "Set..." he looked at her with anticipation now, hunger, excitement. "Go!" She set off as he did the same, flying in unison to the large mountain that towered over Death Valley, where the school is.

They both flew oddly, and both kept going ahead of each other, but then she went in front again, regaining her spot as first. There was two hundred feet ahead of them, she was positive she could make it, then she would rub it in that he got beat by a girl. And if he won, he would be a sexist pig.

"I love you but..." she said. "I am gonna win." she said. "Girl beats boy," (A/N Funny, I am actually a boy) she looked behind her to see him not behind her, he was right beside her, picking up more speed by the second. She raced, but they stayed at the same, keeping pace and equilibrium to him.

When they got there it was a tie. He looked at her, and said, "I guess it was a tie, beater," then she was reminded of the white coats that were obsessed with Harry Potter, it was hilarious, they would talk about it twenty-four-seven.

She burst out laughing, and so did he, "beaters" were also people that could (semi-) fly. "Now I wanna REALLY try something," he said coherently, putting up his serious tone. He leaned in and their lips met, and their faces tilted.

She had never been kissed, since she was a fourteen year old freak that had lived in a hellish prison. But now she was like subject thirteen, now kissed, loved.

She broke it and then said, "we should get going, let's save THAT for later." So with that they were off to only god knows where. She loved him, he loved her, all was perfect in the world, or was it?

Chapter two: "YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME!"

She thought about the six runaways and wondered just what they were doing now, she hoped that subject thirteen and subject ten were together, they had kissed, hadn't they? She hoped that Jazzy and her could have their life the same way as subject ten and thirteen did. But three things that she had to remember:

1) She didn't know the whole story, for all she knew their lives could still be hell.

2) They could still be on the run.

3) Maybe subject ten just had a major crush on her and kissed her spite of the moment, and then she could have slapped him across the face.

But number three seemed almost impossible, she seemed so involved, like she would never get sucked out of his dreaminess. Merry looked down at the valley below her, the cornucopia of colors, widespread throughout the spanse of forest.

So beautiful, so so beautiful it was. She had never seen any colors except white and off gray, and the blackness of the window, and when it WAS day they would put tints on the window. She loved the feeling of the wind over and under and on her wings, taking her where they lead. She liked the feeling of every second, like the next second, the last was the past.

She looked at how the valley arched up as it became a valley no more. Maybe they would meet with the six people, if they did, she would ask subject thirteen for relationship advice. She would know, or would she?

Trillions of thoughts streamed through he head, like balloons popping at a birthday party, then a big balloon popped, she could now do ANYTHING with Jazzy, anything, kiss, and that stuff, she already knew but it had never hit her THIS hard.

She still remembered the time when Jazzy had firt said I love you to her. She had blushed and wetness came to her eyes. Tears, she had realized. I must be crying.

She still remembered.

"I love you," he had said that night, the night when she had turned thirteen, out of the blue.

Remembering everything.

She always knew that she had loved him in a way more than brotherly.

She will always remember.

She will always remember her first love.

Merry looked askance at him, his perfect face features. The long wonderful hair that went to just beyond his ear, curving sideways in a half circle. Merry loved that face, loved everything about him, but she didn't know much at what her face looked like, she had only seen it every couple of days when they used a mirror to do medical operations, and dental.

Only glimpses.

Short painful glimpses.

Glances where she would see how much she looked JUST like her mother and father, glimpses where she wasn't sure that she was pretty enough for Jazzy. Then she decided to see what he was thinking.

She's beautiful, I love her so much, Merry, he thought. She looked over and smiled at him.

"I hope that that's me you're talking about," she said with a laugh.

A laugh.

She hadn't laughed in weeks.

In love, she thought with a smile. You're in love with him.

"What?" He asked her, while she just stared into the glass of his pupil. She was caught off guard and just pondered for a second. She groaned and answered.

"I uhh," she said. "Was just thinking."

"'Bout what?" He inquired. He looked at her with his perfect face and she caved in.

"You," she answered, and started to blush.

"I love you," he said. He must have read her mind or something, or he was thinking abot that too.

"'Love you," she gasped, she went over to him, by turning one of her wings down sideways and she held his hand, their fingers tangled with each other, and the both looked at each other lovingly.

Their hands swung in unison, but there were flaws, their muscles were cracking as if their hands were a five year old, swinging on an old, decrepit, dilapidated swing, attached to a slim, ancient piece of wood, like a small string that his life depended on. Her smile crumpled.

She knew.

She knew that THEY had to fend for themselves, they had to find food, her stomach had been demanding food all day yelling at her: "I need food!" it whined. "I NEED FOOD NOW!" It grumbled and churned, giving her the need to regurgitate all over the sky. The school had fed, barely enough to keep her alive. But they still hadn't fulfilled the three thousand calorie per day thing, she had to figure that out. But now since they were outside of the school, it didn't seem to cover it.

Now.

She needed food, now.

Merry looked over at Jazzy, caving in and asking: "Jazzy, are you hungry." His muffled face rose up to meet hers. His eyes were in the serious look that he was giving her way too much lately, his eyebrows turned in an obscene way.

"'Thought you'd never ask," he complained.

"What are we gonna get?" She questioned, clearly confused, then it donned on her. They would have to hunt, or steal money. She would prefer the first, the greasiness of the meat, the juice that warmed in her mouth as she teared a chunk off.

But they needed to work for the prize. Needed elbow grease, they needed to work with their weak existence.

"We need to HUNT," she answered her own question just as Jaz was about to open his mouth. "Jazzy we need to hunt."

"Why do you sound so miserable," he asked, "about hunting? I don't why? We just need to work, and we need to find it."

"Where?" She retorted.

"Down there," he said, "duh."

"Oh," she said and he mouth created the letter.

"Beat ya there," he said.

"No," Merry told him, "let's not do that again."

"'Kay," he said and he soared down to the ground wobbly, because he couldn't fly all to well, but she was shocked that they both learned so well. She followed.

She always WILL love the air, no matter what. They landed, and they both fell backwards, like the time when she did, carrying Jazzy. She sighed and looked around, there was nothing but trees that reached the sky.

"'See anything?" she asked.

"Nope," he answered. "But we have to look harder, we just CAN'T expect to land and see a ginormous squirrel scurrying toward us." He squinted in every direction. They heard a small scuffling sound.

Both eyes turned to it, but it was just a leaf, falling to the ground, signaling the beginning of autumn.

Merry noticed something on a tree, she went closer and saw writing, it said:

"Tu saber donde
Contar mi ahora!
O morir!"

"Huh?" She said. "What is this?" She couldn't even read, but she KNEW that this wasn't English, but if it wasn't, than what was it? She motioned him over, and he took a look at it.

"Wait, I've seen this before," he said. "A Spanish woman wrote something down that looked like this." Realization set in, this was Spanish, they would never be able to read it, it was hopeless, but then they stripped the bark and kept it.

"Back to hunting..." he told her. They went farther into the forest and heard more shuffling, they turned to the sound to see a small squirrel, squatting in the ground.

"Be..." she said. "Very..." she motioned to the animal, "quiet..." They were three feet away, but their hunger got a hold of them and they jumped on it, even the squirrel wasn't fast enough to react.

They crushed it, one on top of the other, on the ground.

"I am gonna slowly get up," he said. "And you grab it as fast as you can. On three.

"One..." He started. "Two..." She started to get ready and he started to go up. "Three!" The squirrel started to dart away, but Merry grabbed, with her bare hands. She carefully broke its neck between two fingers, and the poor animal fell limp.

"Dinner, is, served," Merry laughed.

"Fire, how are we gonna make a fire?" Jaz asked. Then she noticed, off in the distance there was lightening, if they could get a fire out of that... They could cook their meal!

"Lightening," she told him simply. She pointed to where it had struck, just about two miles away, when another lightening struck about one mile closer. She smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"I could have done THAT," he replied.

Then it struck again, very close, they saw it, and it was the most brilliant thing they had ever seen! It lit a blue fire that went to yellow, it was so cool! They exchanged looks and went over.

So.

They were having good luck... So far.

They grabbed a stick. Merry took the sharp end of the stick and stuck it into the skin of the squirrel with ease. She brought it sideways and started to skin it, and she turned away when she saw red, gory flesh exposed to her eyes.

Then she had to decapitate it, this was a hard process (A/N if you are squeamish than you might wanna skip this part) first blood squirted in her face when she got in about an inch deep, but she turned away, and she heard a pop, and substance squirting to the ground, she looked and saw that she had beheaded the animal.

"You okay?" Jazzy asked as he looked over at her disgusted face. She stuck it through the animal and roasted it on the fire.

It started to blacken by the minute, and it looked more and more... appetizing, and tantalizing.

Merry decided to read Jazzy's mind in the middle of the roasting, and she handed it to him.

She's so pretty, this squirrel is NOT, ugh... she chuckled out loud.

"What?" he asked her. "Why the hell did you chuckle?"

"Listening," she said. "Listening in on your thoughts." She chuckled again. Soon enough, he did laugh, after getting over the thought of her reading his thoughts AGAIN. He would never get over that.

Then with out a warning they heard shuffling again, but this wasn't a small animal, it was a BIG animal.

They turned.

"Squirrel good, huh?" He asked. "Can I join the party," An Eraser. They had only seen Erasers when they had to train with them. They both gasped at the same time.

"No, we only have enough for two," Merry said. "Come again! NOT!" The Eraser shot at her in anger.

This is gonna be a long night, Merry thought. She looked up at the Eraser, the blood lust in his eyes, the blood lust for HER. Let the fight begin. It hit her, like a dead weight, like cement.

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