Disclaimer: I do not own maximum ride
Claimer: I do own Raging Fury, Shaw, Nite, and Conner
Chapter one- the get out
ROPV
You know what sucks? The school. You know what else sucks? Whitecoats. You know what sucks worse than the school or whitecoats? Being stuck in a cylinder tank, a tube down you're throat, and not enough room to spread you 14-foot wide wings. I mean is it too much to ask for a tank that will allow me to stretch? I didn't think so.
So here I am, being all pissed off at the school when some whitecoats came in. Great.
"So what should we do with unlucky number XIII?" A short whitecoat with white hair and glasses asked.
"I don't know? The director said to let her see the others. I think XIII is meant to replace 001. Better known as Maximum Ride." Said the other tall and lanky whitecoat. He was the perv who just came in here to look at me in my underwear. Gross huh? "She even has a flock of her own. It has less people in it then Maximum rides but it is a flock nonetheless."
I haven't seen my flock since the day they put me in here. I was to smart for my own good. I got out of the dog crates so many times but never really got passed the stupid flyboys that guarded my every move. I mean without that collar thing I would have gotten everyone out but they electrocuted me every time I got near one of their doors. So they put me in here.
Now since they took off the electric collar to put me in a tank filled with water I could get close to the doors and get everyone out. So now how do I get out of the tank?
"Jeb wants to see how fast she can fly. XIII was built for speed, endurance, and power. She is stronger then max, they have the same endurance, but max is a little faster then XIII. And I mean a little." Said the Tall lanky perv.
"So we can let her fly with the rest in the Fly Dome for an hour to get warmed up. Then take her outside with guards to see how fast she is." Said White haired shorty.
I think they just gave me an idea. I bet that they will leave the others in the Fly Dome- that they made out of glass so that they can rub the freedom in our faces- when they take me out to test my speed. So all I have to do is break in and take out a few Flyboys and eraser and we are as good as gone.
Jeb told me that when I get out I have to find places to hide, such as caves, woods, and even the occasional motel if I have the money. I also found out that the whole flock could fly for about three to four hours at tops. He also told me of a place that would have some clothes that all of us could use when we get out.
Jeb has been planning this since I was fourteen. I'm sixteen now so its been two years since I found out that there is a good whitecoat. I still don't trust him as much as he would like but he will have to deal with it.
They drained the tank and I pulled out the tube thingy. I stepped out and landed gracefully on the floor. Not. Actually I tripped out, slipped on the floor and landed on my butt. The whitecoats started to laugh. I turned to them and hissed. Yes I hissed.
Other then 2 bird I had another 2 cat in me. So yes I hiss. And because I'm a cat-bird-human hybrid my once beautiful black hair in now a reddish-brown color, which matches my once chocolate brown now reddish-brown eyes. Yes, they changed me a lot.
When we reached the Fly Dome my flock was already there. Conner. Who is my nine- year-old baby ran to me. He was so cute, with eyes as blue as they get and hair as black as the night sky. I absolutely loved him like he was my own baby. Right before he got to me he snapped out his white wings and flew right into me.
"Rae! I missed you soooooooo much!" He was in my arms hugging me so tight I couldn't breath, but I didn't want to let go.
"Conner, hunny, I need to breath." I managed to get out.
"Sorry." He let go but held my hand.
I looked up to see the rest of my flock. I heard that Maximum Ride had six people in her flock including herself. I had four including myself.
First there is me, Raging fury- don't ask, you don't want to know and lests hope you don't find out-, the leader and I am sixteen. My powers consist of super speed, I'm stronger than Maximum ride –not superman, just to get that out of the way-, and I was told that I have a lot more powers that are still developing. I have reddish-brown hair and eyes, and I'm about 5'10 and about 95 pounds.
Second is Shaw who is fourteen. His powers consist of annoying me out of my mind from all his talking, and he has the uncanny ability to find things, just anything that you ask for and he will be able to find it. He has Jade green eyes and has the most beautiful brown hair, it is long, and curls at the end. He is about 5'8 and 95 pounds.
Third there is Nite who is twelve. Her powers consist of shadow manipulation. She can manipulate anyone's shadow as long as she can touch it. Nite looks like Conner just older and taller. They are siblings. She is 5'2 and 89 pounds.
Then there is Conner he is nine. He can read minds, control them, walk threw fire, touch fire, and everything without getting hurt, but he can't control it. He is my baby and to him I'm as close to a mom as it gets. He is 4'6 and 79 pounds.
So this is my flock, my family and now we were all in this Fly Dome, which was freezing, in our underwear. We needed clothes.
"Het!" I turned to a Flyboy. "Cant we have som sweats and sweatshirts?" I asked.
"Sure." Did he just say sure? I was more prepared for him to say something along the lines of 'NO' maybe.
He came back a little while later with clothes for everyone but me. I mean what the heck? Did he think he was being mean or something, because this was a total failure of an attempt.
I shrugged and went over to help Conner with his zipped. Then I realized why he didn't have any clothes for me, he was checking me out!
How gross is that? I mean total ew fest. I don't mind people looking at me. PEOPLE! But Flyboys are not people. They are horny wolves that can drool. I mean I would rather pervy whitecoat check me out rather then six to seven year old Flyboys. Ew!
Now me in a pissed off mood, and about 20 Flyboys in the room, I had everything needed to take out my anger.
I walked over to the flyboy that gave my flock clothes. I acted like I was thanking him, but instead I pulled my fist back and lunched it forward so it met his face dead on. I heard a satisfying crunch and he was out. I had to admit, I felt a little better, a little.
I moved on to the next Flyboy who was charging at me. I moved to that side at the last minute and tripped him. Then I pulled my foot up and stomped his head in the ground. And just as fast as the last, he was out.
Then it occurred to me that I was ruining our chances of escaping. I looked over at my flock who were actually fighting with the flyboys. Crap. I just noticed that I had made the mistake of looking over at my flock when something hit me in the head. The last thing I saw was my flock running toward me, then everything went black.