AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hiya.
This is my first fan fiction so take it easy on me, kay? "My Merry Band Of Winged Mutants" is going to feature some interesting things in the romance department with some possible lemons on the way in FUTURE chapters. There's mainly going to be a love triangle between Max, Fang and Iggy and could it be... someone else? AHAHAHAHA, me and my drama :) . Enjoy, please R&R!
~ILQX~
SUMMARY:
Maximum Ride and her merry band of winged mutants are here to save the world... again. Of course, they have to save the world AND recieve an education, while dealing with the love triangle between Max, Fang and Iggy and maybe... someone else? Fax/ Miggy.
DISCLAIMER:
The characters so far ALL belong to the one and only, Mr James Patterson and the plot before this story belongs to him as well. I don't own the obscure song reference to Jesse McCartney's "How do you sleep?". I ONLY own the lovely, lovely plot.
WARNING:
Mild language. All you little kiddies, keep out, I don't want to pollute an innocent mind.
Bright, unearthly fluorescent lights which exposed too much. Sterile, white walls that constantly surrounded me, choking me with the sense of claustrophobia. The freezing-cold metal of the cage floor beneath me. And the worst of all, the smell. The chemical disinfectant they used to obliterate the traces of blood whenever we returned from another of their twisted lab experiments.
I was at the School.
The lump at the back of my throat seemed to swell and triple in size. I was beginning to hyperventilate with the lump constricting my throat, wheezing in feeble lungful after feeble lungful of sterile air.
This couldn't be happening. We were supposed to be safe.
A door slammed and light footsteps approached the dog crate I was trapped in. I tried to crane my head to see who was there but the cruel leather straps hindered my movement. I was half-expecting to see Jeb, that lousy traitor, but to my surprise, I caught a flash of bright red hair in my peripheral vision.
"Oh Max… Just wait till you see what we've got planned for you." A musical voice tinkled before trailing off into a laugh. Before I could react, something sharp pierced into my wrist and I could feel the syringe's icy contents emptying into my veins. I soon faded into the blessed oblivion that was unconsciousness.
Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear a faint voice in the background. The voice was gradually becoming louder and now I could distinguish that it sounded vaguely… familiar.
"Max… Max… Max, wake up!"
What the hell? Wake up?
I opened my eyes.
Warm, mellow light flooded my room, painted a warm burgundy with posters tacked to the walls. I could feel the warmth of my bed beneath my wings. The whole room had a faint scent of chocolate chip cookies, the vanilla notes easily detectable to my cookie-starved senses.
I was definitely not at the School.
Fang was peering down at me, an inscrutable expression in his annoyingly dark eyes that never fail to make me melt and my knees- Dammit. I need to get a grip; my semi-infatuation with him is getting seriously pathetic.
"Max? You okay?" His Hotness Himself asked with concern.
Wait. Did I just hear that right? Is Mr Strong and Silent CONCERNED? Okay, semi-concerned but I'll take what I can get, this is Fang we're talking- No, strike that out, OBSESSING about. Again, Max, pull yourself together.
Hang on, time for me to backpedal very quickly. Fang was alone with me in my room. Correction, Fang was alone with me in my room and I was barely dressed at all in a tank-top that had ridden up in my sleep and a pair of boxers that had apparently, ridden down. Did I mention my blankets were currently lying in a heap on the floor? A wee bit exposed for my comfort. Cue for the appearance of my deeply mortified blush.
"Umm… Peachy. How are you doing?" I pretended to stretch while sneakily adjusting my treacherous clothing to cover what is appropriate in the presence of company.
"Max," Fang sighed. "You do realise that you were shrieking your lungs out five minutes ago?" I blinked. Think, Max, think. An excuse would be good, right about now.
"Well, duh. I was just… practicing my meditation. It's very calming. You're supposed to scream to let all your anger out. You should try it sometime." I attempted to smile winningly at him while reaching for my blanket and yes, I am aware of how lame my excuse was.
"Uh-huh. Maybe keep the noise down the next time you need to meditate." He replied, unconvinced but thankfully decided to leave it at that. I breathed a sigh of relief as he turned to leave the room without noticing my embarrassing faux pas. Or so I thought.
"Max?" His hand captured my wrist just as I was about to wrap the blanket around me. "It's a little too late for your modesty." He leaned in closer to breathe into my ear, causing goose bumps to appear on every area of exposed flesh. "Because I saw everything." He smirked before releasing my wrist from his vice-like grip and stalking back to his room, looking a tad too self-satisfied for my liking.
Oh god.
That egoistical chauvinistic pig. Why is the universe so goddamn cruel? Couldn't I just have sufficient sleep for a bird kid of my tender years in preparation for the horrific first day of school tomorrow without embarrassing myself in front of my now, *cringe*, boyfriend.
I screamed like a banshee into my pillow. I wouldn't let that self-satisfied jerk have the pleasure of hearing me scream, no ma'am.
Four hours later…
Dammit. STOP RINGING. If this wasn't the only alarm clock in the house still functioning due to Iggy and Gazzy's penchant for making things go BOOM, I might have crushed it into scrap metal.
Oh thank god. If I ever find out who invented the snooze button, I swear I would drop to my feet and kowtow in gratitude. Unfortunately, just as I was drifting off back to the sweet, sweet embrace of sleep, a door slammed and the next thing I knew, a hurricane resembling what formerly used to be known as Nudge blew into my room.
"ZOMG. Max, Max, Max. How can you SLEEP? OMG, that reminds me of that Jesse McCartney song which goes like how do you? How do you sleep? And oh my gawd, Jesse has to be the god dang cutest thing I have EVER seen in my life. Anyway, GET UP; it's time for our first day of school! Speaking of which, I have like, the CUTEST outfit for you to-"Nudge finally shut up, albeit with an "oof", probably because I had winded her in the stomach with my pillow.
Blessed peace and quiet. At least, until my mom marched into the room, took one look at Nudge clutching her stomach on the floor, (I may have hit her a little too hard), and yanked me out of bed by the ear. The ear. Tell me; is this any way for the future saviour of the world to be treated?
"MOM. There are laws against this treatment, I'll have you know." I protested after she physically manhandled me into the bathroom.
"Maximum Ride, you better get dressed and presentable in my kitchen right this instant or-"
"Or what, Mom?" I used my steely voice that sent most grown adults cowering under my gaze. Okay, yeah, I may have a slight issue with authority, even parental authority. Maybe not so slight. Okay, a pretty dang big issue, but I'm working on it.
"Or you won't get any of the chocolate chip pancakes I just made." She leaned forward to breathe into my ear threateningly.
Damn. She drives a hard bargain. I snatched the faded denim and cotton out of her arms and pushed her out of the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Wait a minute, this can't be right. I must have the wrong set of clothes. What kind of mom would allow their teenage daughter to go to her first day of school in this scandalous get-up?
"Mom? Are you sure you gave me the right clothes? Because this set is kinda slutty." I was pretty sure she was still on the other side of the door, judging by the heartbeat and breathing rate, too slow for any member of the flock.
"What's wrong with looking like a girl sometime, Max? Remember, chocolate chip pancakes are waiting for you downstairs." I could swear the scent of melted chocolate chips embedded in fluffy pancakes wafted beneath the door along with her voice.
Curse my addiction to anything with chocolate chips.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey, thanks for checking my very first fanfiction out. Please R&R, reviews are my oxygen and we all need lots and lots of that to survive so SPREAD THE LOVE! So far no love triangle just FAX-stuff but more to come in the next chapter.
~ILQX~
