This is my first story, so feel free to tell me is something has gone completely haywire. It'd like to know. I love Maximum Ride and hope you do to (since you're reading this) and enjoy!
Paris, France
My microscopic phone buzzed. I lifted it to my ear. The director's voice buzzed in my eardrum. "Yes, yes, Mosuier. It will be done. Au revoir. I stood and stretched, checking to make sure I was clear. In this little café, no one was around, and no one was watching. I strolled out into the busy traffic. I slid my dark shades over my eyes.
His words buzzed in my ear. America, he had said, and another mutant. It needed to be eliminated, and I was the best. They didn't doubt that I could, but I felt a cold stab of mercy in my heart-it was an avian-human, the same split as me. But this one was actually strong, not about to fall to pieces, like some other failed experiments. I was not to question why, but only to do or die. That was always drilled into my head.
I turned south, navigating toward the nearest deserted area. Hard to find, but it is there. Even better as soon as it's dark. I looked down at my phone. A text message read:
Ride:
We want you to be especially careful with this particular one. He calls himself Fang; long black hair, black eyes, Caucasian, but very tan. Somewhere around 5 foot 11 inches, with black wing, a wingspan of 14-15 feet, tip to tip. Dresses in black. Very quick and nimble in sky and will avoid anyone in close range. Best tactic: befriend him as an escapee, and manage to kill him in his sleep. –Director
I smiled a predator's smile, scaring a passing woman. "As you wish, Monsuir Director, as you wish." I whispered. No one could hear me. This was going to be the most interesting hunt I've had in a very long time.
I really hope you liked it, and are satisfied, but I can't please everyone (no matter how hard I try) Please review. Even if its a This sucks. Au revoir.