A/N: Ok, this is my first Max Ride story, but I think it might turn out pretty good. I am going to try to keep the chapters short, but publish, like two at a time, so keep looking out for updates (which will probably be coming atcha like, once a week)! R&R. BTW, this takes place about two years after the latest Max Ride ended, so if you read this after the sixth one has come out (in MARCH 2010!!! It is called Fang: a Maximum Ride Novel), thne this probably isn't true to the story line. Remember, my first max Ride one, so try not to be brutal! R&R
Chapter 1
Iggy awoke to the sound of muffled footsteps and yells. He opened his eyes to see… nuttin'. Just one of the many perks of being a blind bird kid. So he used the next best thing. He listened.
Iggy decided that it was better to maintain the illusion of sleep, so as to confuse his kidnappers. Since he wasn't bound and gagged, he figured they were here for Fang, the only other flock member with him. Here is what Iggy heard:
Two guys at least, plus Fang.
Fang is definitely putting up a fight. Iggy wanted to jump in and help, but he figured it was better to remain "sleeping", because then he could go get help and not be captured too. Iggy heard the sound of rope and duct tape, the sweet sounds of capture. He heard a rag being pulled out of somewhere, but then it was put over Iggy's mouth.
The last thing he heard was Fang being dragged from the room before he was taken under by the chlorophyll. When Iggy finally woke up, he had a massive headache, and using echolocation, one of the skills he had acquired and perfected on he and Fang's whirlwind tour of nowhere, he got a clear mental picture of what the room looked like. Furniture broken, sheets pulled off beds, trash cans tipped over. But he was really searching for anything that hadn't been there before. And he found it.
On the floor, next to Fang's bed, was a crumpled piece of notebook paper with, from what Iggy could tell, hastily scribbled writing on it. Using his finger, Iggy tried to trace figure out what the word was, but he was still shaken from the random kidnapping and drugging of the mutant. You know the usual.
Iggy's first instinct was to go home, to Ella, and Max, and Gazzy, and Nudge, and everyone else. They could read this paper, no problem. But the problem was that Iggy was blind. Had been for quite a few years now. And if you are going to fly, you kinda need to know where you are going.
I guess I'm going to have to wing it, thought Iggy, to himself, heading for the window and spreading his wings. Ha ha, wing it, bird kid humor.
A/N: Ahh, Iggy and his sarcastic blind humor. Gotta love him! R&R!!