I'm BACK!

So, after a nice long (Maybe a bit too long) brake, I'm back and ready to write again! \^.^/

This idea has been pushing in my head for a while, and I finally got the time to write it out!

A bit of a warning now, I might not have a usual updating rate. I'll try my best to update once a week, but once school starts up again next week, it might not happen.

Well, now that that parts over with, this is a short intro chapter, not that long, and no Flock yet…they'll be showing up in a few chapters.

Set after FANG.

I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE! Only Nate and his group!

Nate grunted, pushing the eraser off of him, as the sound of explosions shook the School.

"Chase! You're pen-bombs are amazing!" Cali yelled, bursting out of her crate, her fiery red hair flowing out behind her.

"Hell yeah!" Chase yelled, punching the nearest eraser in the nose, and throwing another bomb at a clump of erasers running across the courtyard.

"Storm!" Mimi yelled, still trapped in her crate, as the tall sandy haired teen burst out of his own.

"Hold on!" Strom yelled, wincing as an eraser swiped at his side, ripping his dirty hospital shirt. He quickly kicked it away and ran over to the small girl's crate, ripping the door open and off the hinges.

"Behind you bro!" Willow called to Storm as he pulled Mimi onto his back. She grunted as she kicked hard and lunged at the eraser that was coming up behind Storm.

"Thanks!" Storm called, making sure that Mimi was firmly clamped to his back.

Nate looked around as he panted; pushing dirty white hair out of his face a black lock pushing up to the bangs, there was a gap in erasers, now was their chance.

"YO!" Nate yelled, catching the groups attention. "Let's get out of here!"

With that Nate spread his white speckled wings and ran, jumping up in the air and sweeping his wings down hard, hearing the rest of the group do the same.

He looked around as Willow let out a sudden shout, as an eraser grabbed her from behind.

"Willow!" Storm cried, moving to turn back around, his stormy gray wings already out.

"NO!" She yelled struggling to get out of the harsh grip. "Leave me! I'll be fine!" She met eyes with Storm, who had a pained look on his face. "I know that you'll be able to get me soon." Her eyes told him. Storm grit his teeth and turned away, taking off with natural grace.

Steadily rising, Nate glanced back at his group, to see them all following and the erasers on the ground below growling loudly. He laughed and swooped up, seeing Cali shoot past, her orange wings stretched wide. Chase was looking a bit shaky, seeing as it was one of his times flying. Storm was moving Mimi to his front, where she clung to his neck, seeing how she never learned to fly.

Nate could see the pained expression on Storm's face, and knew that he was taking it hard, leaving his sister at the school.

As the group flew farther and farther away, relishing in the freedom, Nate thought about what just happened.

The group had been taken out to the courtyard that afternoon for some 'training', which would end up with the group running away from the erasers.

That thought ended as the pen bombs that Chase, the pyro of the group, planted all throughout the school had exploded, allowing enough distraction for Nate and Chase, who were being pulled out of their cages, to attack, and unlatch the crates before the erasers got there.

Soon the group landed, exhausted from the long day.

Nate looked around at his group of friends, who were all seated in different trees soon falling asleep.

Chase was curled up on a thick branch on Nate's left, his fluffy brown hair starting to get long, and his chocolaty brown eyes struggling to stay open. He was the most recent addition to the group two years ago, and the only one to be taken from a family after he lived with them for ten years.

Sitting on a branch below Nate was Cali, who was already asleep, her black fox ears still twitching slightly in her sleep. Nate always felt a pull to Cali, who was a very shy and timid person, despite being one of the oldest in the group. The two of them had finally realized their feeling toward each other when Nate was almost killed when protecting Cali.

Finally, right in front of Nate was Storm, with a sleeping Mimi in his lap.

"We're free," Nate said, gazing up that the stars in amazement.

Storm nodded, "We're free." He still had a sad and angry look on his face.

Nate had known Storm for many years, and that the teen had been in the school as long as he had, all his life.

He was there when Storm had received the long scar that stretched across his right eye, blinding it. It had taken a while, but Storm isn't really affected by that anymore, learning to accept it.

Storm was very close to his sister, Willow, who was two years younger than them at thirteen. Nate knew that it killed him to have to leave her behind, but he knew that it was a price Willow was willing to make. Storm also had a soft spot for Mimi, who was only four, and is very small.

Mimi was curled into Storm's lap, having bonded with him the most, as Storm was the one that practically raised her since she was stolen from the hospital she was born in.

"Now what?" Storm asked, looking up at the moon, which was slowly rising.

Nate too looked up at the moon, "Food, and clothes."

Storm nodded, "Yeah, and after?"

Nate thought for a moment, unconsciously reaching up and fiddling with the braded necklace that he was allowed to have, with the white half of the yin-yang...the half to his twin.

"We find Fang."

Well, I know it was short, but I should be posting the next chapter next week, if not sooner!

Please leave a review, it inspires me to write more!

Peace, love and Music,

~Silv