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Oh, and yes; I will be writing the next chapter for All's Fair In Love And War soon; just flexing my fingers.

Here's the summary:

Maximum Ride is dark, depressed, and lonely. She is an isolated Avian-American, along with her sister, Angel, and another girl, Nudge. They are looking for other bird freaks out there, but have found none. Fang is also dark, depressed, and lonely; he carries himself like a shadow, invisble to the human eye. He, His brother Iggy, and a boy named Gasman (Gazzy for short), are searching for their birdkind. How and when will the two groups meet? Wings!!

Disclaimer: I only own this plot, and the occasional new character. This Disclaimer goes for the rest of this story. JP owns all thing MR.


Dark Days And Depressing Nights

Chapter 1: Wings

MPOV

"Max! Can we go get some ice cream? I've never tried bubble gum and chocolate mixed before! Please, max, can we go?!" Nudge rambled on and on.

I sighed.

Ever since we had gotten out of the School a year ago, we've been on the run.

I constantly had to watch over my little sister, Angel, and another girl we found, Nudge.

We were constantly attacked. Flyboys, Erasers, evil scientists...you name it, we've probably fought it.

"I don't know, sweetie, it's getting pretty late. I think we should hunker down in a cave for the night," I replied, accelerating slightly.

"But, Max! We haven't eaten dinner yet! I'm hungry!" Nudge whined.

"What do you think we should do, Angel?" I dropped down to their level slightly.

What is wrong with me?

I'm asking my 6-year-old sister decide on what we should do.

"I tihnk we sould use that credit card you found and stay at a hotel, and order room service," She replied.

"Okay, it sounds like a good idea to me," I confirmed.

The two girls let out small whoops of glee, barily audible over the rushing wind.

"Look! I see a hotel!" Nudge pointed as she began a nosedive.

I sighed in frustaration (I seemed to be doing that a lot lately); why didn't she wait for my consent before diving from mid-flight?

I landed gacefully next to her, and pulled my 13-foot-long wings back in, not visible to the unkowning human eye.

"Don't take off like that without waiting for me; Flyboys could've been waiting for you," I warned.

All my emotions were constantly kept bottled up inside of me, as I tried to hide them from Angel, my little mind reader.

It was hard to hide behind this fake, sweet personality.

I was not like that whatsoever.

All my thoughts were dark, filled with sadness and depression; loneliness.

I longed to have a friend.

Not like little Angel or eleven-year-old Nudge, but a real friend.

One my age, one who understands me, knows what I'm going through.

But that would never happen.

Because I also longed for that friend to have wings.

But there was only Nudge, Angel, and I.

I think. Why would they keep us separated if their were? Why not let us interact?

As we stepped into the beautiful hotel, I continued to hide my emotions.

I thought about the staircase, my hunger, how tired I was, anything to not let poor Angel know how I REALLY felt.

We stepped behind three boys, who looked about our age.

There was a tall, lanky one with dark hair and eyes, complete with the black clothes.

Another was tall and lanky, with glazed blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, and constantly touching things.

The last was a small boy wearing a complete camo outfit.

I patted Angel's little head, feeling the blonde curls under my fingertips.

"He's sad....depressed," She whispered to me.

I saw the lanky one with the blue eyes turn towards us, and whisper to Mr. Dark and Mysterious.


FPOV

Forced against my will, I was dragged into a hotel by Iggy and Gazzy.

They kept pestering me about how hungry they were, how tired they were, and their boredom.

Iggy, my fraternal brother, complaining about how he hadn't blown anything up in a week.

I hid behind a slight smile, which was more like a twitch of my lips occasionally.

I kept my sadness, lonlieness, and depression bottled up, not daring to release it.

But the one thing I did know, was that Iggy was going through the same thing.

We just faked happiness for Gazzy's sake.

I waited as the person at the hotel desklazily asked us how many rooms we wanted, and where are parents were.

"They're already checked in. Our flight was just a little late," I replied.

I watched as Iggy's turned around, and whispered, "The little girl knows things."

I stared at him in confusion, knowing the look was lost upon his sightless eyes.

"What?" I mumbled.

"The little blonde girl behind us. She said your dark, sad, depressed." He replied.

I turned to look back at the three girls behind us.

They were all thin, like us.

They looked dirty, like us.

Looked alert, once again like us.

There was a small African American girl with a mane of black hair, clothed in purple, on the right.

A small little blonde girl, who must be the one Iggy was talking about, clothed in pink with a small teddy bear, on the left.

And the most beautfiul.

A tall lanky, dirty blonde with an air of confidence and strength.

"Angel, it's not polite to stare," The dirty blonde bent down next to the small girl...Angel.

"Sorry Max," She replied.

"It's okay, but it's not good to read m-" She stopped and looked at me.

"And it's not polite to listen in on conversations," She snapped at me.

"Room 212. Three twin beds in there. Enjoy your stay." The Hotel Manger droned on in a monotone.

"What was that about?" Iggy asked.

"I don't know. I wonder what she was going to say." I frowned.

"How could she know that you were lonely and depressed?" Iggy whispered, low enough that the Gasman couldn't hear.

"I don't know Iggy, why don't you ask her?" I snapped.

"Fine. I will." He stalked off.

I instantly knew what I did.

I had pissed Iggy off, and now he was going to go question people we didn't know, possibly blowing our cover.

But what caught my attention the most, was the small lump on the three girl's backs.

So what did I do?

I told Gazzy to lock the doors, and ran after him.


MPOV

After we had settled into our room, 213, I got up.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I stated.

"I'm next!" Nudge exclaimed.

"Okay," I smiled.

Once I got into the bathroom, I laid my clothes and towel on the sink.

I winced as the hot water ran over my sore muscles.

I unleashed my cramped wings, and slumped against the shower wall.

And cried.


FPOV

I followed Iggy silently down the stairs, and waited as he asked where those girls were.

He knew I was standing there, but didn't let it obther him.

He passed by me, and I continued to follow.

I was shocked to find that their room was right next to ours.

Room 213.


MPOV

"You two can go down to the Game Room, if you want." I whispered, once I got out of the shower.

I was sitting on my bed, in a towel, with my wings spread out before me.

"Okay!" Nudge squealed.

"Angel, if you see anybody strange, send me a telepathy message, and I'll be there in a second."

"Okay! See you later! Call us when dinner gets here!"

And they walked out the door with keycard in hand, as I locked the door behind them.

I sat back down on my bed, and cried softly.

Knock-Knock

Shoot.

I wiped my tears, but realized I was still in a towel.

Oh well.

It's only the room service person, I'm sure they've been in weirder situations.

Knock-Knock

"Coming!"

I opened the door, and was shocked at what I found.

Of course, with my luck, it wasn't the room service person.

It was the two oldest guys who were standing in front of us at the Hotel Desk.

But my problem was, I forgot to pull in my wings.


FPOV

"Igg!" I yelled, jogging to keep up with him.

"What, Fang?" He hissed harshly.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I'm asking those girls what they know," He crossed his arms.

"Listen, I'm sorry I snapped at you. You know I've got a lot on my mind. Let's jsut go back." I tried to coax him.

But instead, he knocked on the door.

"Iggy!" I glared, knowing it was lost on him.

No response.

"Maybe they're not here. Let's go." I pulled on his arm.

"Someone's in there, I can feel their movements." He answered.

And knocked again.

"Coming!"

And the door was opened.

And standing in the doorway was the oldest girl, standing in a towel with her hair wet, her eyes red and puffy, and her face streaked with tears.

But what caught my attention was...

her 13-foot-long wings.


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