A/N: Okay, first, I should clarify something. After I read Maximum Ride, this idea came into my mind. I wrote 7 full chapters of it, until I decided [with the support of my teachers] to show you guys! So . . . it's a WHOLE new story. Hope you give it a try and review your thoughts at the end, so I can decide either to delete this or update Chapter Two! :)

Prologue:

I kicked and thrashed. I was screaming and I could feel someone trying to hold me down. Then I felt something sharp, and everything was black. I was dead.

Chapter 1:

What was that smell? Ugh, it's too bright in here! Stop shaking me!

The last part I must have yelled out loud, because suddenly there was screams of joy and people calling my name.

I managed to open my eyes and I took in my surroundings. I was on a hospital bed, obviously in a hospital. I recognized four out of five people standing over me. There was Dad, Mom, my older brother, and my younger sister. The other one must be the doctor. He quickly took my pulse, as I stared dumbly at my family. My mouth was so dry, I didn't even feel like opening it and try to talk. Mom stepped forward, with tears in her eyes.

"Please, ma'am. The patient just recovered. Please wait outside."

I turned my head a little and saw a nurse I hadn't noticed before, in the back of the room.

Mom stopped, "I want to speak with my son." She sniffed, but her voice firm.

The doctor shook his head, "He barely recovered. His heartbeat is low, too. He needs to rest. If you talk to him, his brain will be moving too fast, and soon, he'll end up where he was in the beginning."

Mom hesitated, but Dad pulled her back, "When will we be able to talk to him?"

Both the doctor and nurse replied, "Tomorrow."

All this was giving me a headache. The lights were way too bright. I closed my eyes, and felt warmed up the blackness.

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I woke up sweating in complete darkness. I was still on the hospital bed- I could feel that. I was suddenly hungry and I wanted to move. I got off the bed, turned, and collided with the wall. Fumbling around, I felt a switch and flicked it on. The lights blinked on. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around and frowned. This wasn't the same hospital room I was in before. In fact, it didn't even look like a hospital room at all! It looked more like a mad scientist lab. There were vials everywhere with all kind of stuff in them. Every color, and colors I haven't even saw before, were stirring inside. I moved along the room, looking for food and maybe a way out. That's when I saw a life-size mirror. I walked in front of it. And then I screamed.

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What I saw was not what I expected. I expected a teenage boy, dressed in ugly white robes. Not this. A boy with wings?

"C'mon, Doc, I'm not that stupid. It was for real. I know it. I saw-"

"I never said you were stupid, Maxwell." He calmly adjusted his glasses.

"Well, in case you were thinking that! I have wings!" I insisted, clutching the chair I was sitting on.

"Yes, Maxwell, I see them." The doctor said, glancing behind me, at the two wings.

"Then why do I have them? I'm a human!" When the Doctor didn't answer, I asked quietly, "Right?"

He sighed, and shuffled some papers that were on his desk, "You're mostly human-"

"Mostly?" I exclaimed.

"By 98%"

"And the other 2%?" I questioned, relieved that I could do math.

"Your wings. Your ability to fly. That's the non-human 2%." Doc answered.

"How did I get wings in the first place?" I asked, weakly.

He frowned at me, as if the answer was obvious, "What do you mean? You've always had them."

I stared at him. The day just kept getting better and better. "Always? What?"

The Doctor leaned in, "You've always had wings. Today is your 13th Birthday-"

"Today's my 13th Birthday?" Well, that was a surprise.

"Yes, and-"

"Where are the balloons? The cake?"

The Doctor gave me the evil eye.

"Sorry. Guess they only do that in the movies." I shrugged, half sarcastic.

"When you're 13, it's the day you mature from a human-looking thing, to a non-human looking thing."

"So . . . you're saying I'm a non-human looking thing? Thanks." I rolled my eyes.

He ignored me, and continued, "Your wings pop out and now you can see them and soon will be able to fly."

"Flying is awesome." I admitted. The teachers always do the "To-Know-You-Better" junk, that I always hate. I mean, who cares? And most of the questions no one even asks. It's like, who goes around asking people how long they take in a shower? Only girls ask that sort of thing. Usually, one of the popular questions are, 'If you could have any super power, what would it be?' Of course, I couldn't care less, but I would always answer flying. And all the super heroes always flied around. Usually.

Again, Doc ignored my comment, "But, having such a power will put you in danger. In fact, someone already knows you have wings and this power. That's the reason you're in this hospital in the first place."

"Someone knows?" I whispered softly. 'Yeah, like no one could notice two white wings sticking out a guy.' I couldn't help but think sarcastically.

The Doctor sighed, "Before you were born, there were groups of people who were granted different powers. Some could read minds, while others could turn invisible. Some were even granted to fly." He nodded towards my wings, "Then some of these people took their powers in a bad way. They only used it for themselves, when they were supposed to protect it. They almost destroyed the world. Then a group of curious humans, learned about having such powers. They created a society and still exist today. They go around, killing all people who have powers."

"I'm one of them, aren't I? The people who have powers." I asked. Great. There's a group of people hunting me down. And the wings don't help either!

He nodded, "The society is so powerful now. There are less than 100 people with powers out there, hiding. Before, there were almost exactly 500."

"There's more? More people who have powers?"

"Yes. And I will show you one person who has the same power as you." He hesitated, "But on one condition."

"What's that?" I had a bad feeling about this.

"You'll have to join me, and you'll probably never see your family again. They don't know that you have powers. If they do, they'll die for sure."

"What do you mean by join you?" Not completely pleased with the 'your family will die' sorta thing.

"I'm trying to save all the people with powers." Doc said, with so much emotion, that anyone would have fallen over his feet and cried right then.

I nodded, but couldn't help to hesitate. I mean, what if this guy was evil? What if he took me into a room and killed me? No- that wouldn't happen. I'm in a room with him right now. If he did want to kill me, he'd already have done that. But, there was this feeling, that I shouldn't make choices right away.

"For now." I said, firmly. "Just for now."

The Doc seemed like he wanted to say more, but he stopped at grimly nodded back. "I'll bring our guest."

"The one with powers?" I asked, making sure.

Doc nodded, and walked out of the room, to get this so called person with powers.

I walked in front of the mirror I had seen earlier. This time, I didn't scream, and actually took a good look at myself. I didn't look any different, besides the wings. I still had shaggy brown hair and green eyes.

But the wings?

They reminded me of bird wings. They were white, with these awesome blue streaks at the ends. I wondered how I'd move them. I started moving my shoulders, and the wings moved along. Concentrating on my wings only, I closed my eyes and listened. First, there was nothing, but soon, I heard the wind and something flapping. Continuing, I slowly opened my eyes and saw that my wings were beating rapidly. I could feel them trying to lift me up, but my feet weren't cooperating. Then I jumped.

My head smashed onto the ceiling and I landed hard on the floor. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain.

"Ouch. That must've hurt."

Surprised, and pain forgotten, I turned around. A girl, amused, stared back with her arms crossed. She had wings like mine, but hers were shorter and wider, with light yellow streaks that seemed to sparkle. She had the same color hair as the streaks, and light blue eyes. She looked 13, like me.

"You must be Maxwell." She leaned on the doorway.

I got up and rubbed my head, "I like Max better. You?"

"Sabrina."

There was awkward silence after that. Finally I spoke, "When were you . . . um . . ."

"Discovered?" She offered.

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Almost an year." She paused, "Were you attacked?"

"Attacked?"

"How did you end up in this Hospital?"

I tried to remember what exactly happened, "I . . . I was attacked. I don't know who or how. I just remember blackness, me screaming, and . . . something sharp."

Her eyes shot up, "Something sharp?"

"Yeah. Why?"

She sighed, "I was attacked too. Like you, I don't remember anything. But I do remember something sharp. I'm thinking that the person who attacked me, was the person who attacked you."

"Do you think it's the same group? The group that goes around killing people with powers?"

She nodded, "That's exactly what I think. We should tell Doc right now."

"You call him Doc, too?"

"Everyone does." She smirked and started to leave. Not knowing what to do, I followed her. We entered another room that looked like the one I was in. Doc was sitting there, hunched over a desk, writing furiously. A bobble head, that looked like a doctor, stood at the head of the table.

"Doc? Max and I were both attacked by Them."

Doc looked up, "Them? Are you sure?"

Sabrina nodded, "It has to be. This place isn't safe anymore. Soon, they'll know where we are."

Doc sighed, "I hoped this day wouldn't come."

"Well, it did." I replied.

Doc got up, and started putting everything away, "Hurry. Pack up. We're leaving." Sabrina nodded, and ran out the room.

"Hey! I don't have anything!" I complained.

"I'll get you something." He hurried out of the room, leaving me with the bobble head.

I sighed, "Hey, Bobble Doc. What's up?"

Of course, it didn't answer.

A/N: I know, I have LOTS of editing to do! But the other chapters are better- I promise! And please, please, pleeeeeeeeease review! Thanks so much! :D