A/n: Yes, I am writing yet another fanfiction. Oh, and one of the characters is based off of me, guess which one after you read!
Summary: Fang left Max under the pressure of a certain Mr. Perfect. Now he's on his own, until he meets a loner and a group of four. Supernatural, science, love, hate, misery, joy, luxury, challenge. So many things rush at them, but there isn't a thing they can do. Decisions must be made from both Flocks. The outcomes may affect both.
Disclaimer: I only own my own characters.
Fang POV
I hated Dylan. I could've stayed with Maximum Ride forever. It could've happened. But he had to ruin my happiness. He told me I had to leave Max before the wedding was over or she would pay the price. So I did.
I left a note. A freaking note! I was a terrible person, I knew it.
Now I was alone. Utterly, completely, freaking, f***ing, alone. And I had nothing to do but think about Max.
Max. I'd loved her for a long time. I'd loved her snarled blond hair, her chocolate colored eyes, her smart-alecky personality, all of that. I most certainly missed her broad, beautiful wings and the grace and power that she used them with.
Yes, she had wings. I do to. We were um, created I guess is the proper word. We were created by evil scientists that wanted to mix human and bird DNA to see what would happen. They got my family.
I cant think of my family right now. Thinking of them, well, it hurt my heart. That wasn't very Fang-like. But I'll give you a brief description.
There was Iggy, 15 like me and Max, our blind pyro/chef. Nudge was 12, and our African-American chatterbox. The Gasman was 9, and his name had meaning. Angel was 7, Gazzy's actual sister, and our little scary mind-reader.
We all had wings. Even our talking dog, Total. This information just caused me pain to review.
I was flying with my dark wings. They matched my dark hair, dark eyes, and the dark night. It fit. My whole world was dark. I used to be an independent fighter back at the School, the place we were so graciously given wings. But now I was practically broken. It was just that way. I couldn't help it.
Why was I so weak, just when I needed to be so strong?
Rosalinda POV
I sighed. Sitting. Too often I just sat at home, on my bed.
At least I was home alone right now. That way I could have my secret spread behind me. My wings. They were quite pretty actually. The undersides were off white with tan speckles. The tops were strong and bold white, with reddish brown patches by my shoulders. I did my research; those tops of my wings were those of a red shouldered hawk.
Don't ask me how they got there; I wouldn't be able to answer. One night when I was 9, so 2 years ago, I was taken from my house while I was alone. I'd fought, but I was no match for them. One of them looked positively wolfy.
They'd put stuff to my nose, and it all went black.
The few times I'd woken up, I smelled some sort of lab-type smell before quickly fainting again.
One time, I woke up to find myself back home. It had been two days. Two days and my family still wasn't home. I was used to it though. But checking myself over, I was different.
I was taller, but most importantly, I had beautiful 10 foot wings. That I could use.
When I was 10 I discovered flying felt the most natural because I never felt very human. But my human friends always made me feel good, especially my friend Callie. She knew I was different, I always wore sweatshirts and refused to change for gym in the 5th grade changing room, but she never pushed for information.
I was alone. So why not fly? I asked myself. I came up with no answer. So I opened my ground-level window and slid out. My wings were now 12 feet across. They flapped as I ran, then jumped.
Soon I felt free. In the air. Of course, sparrows joined me. Nebraska was a fairly bland place until you added birds flying at your side.
Rarely, I spotted an eagle. The figure ahead of me looked a little too big to be an eagle. Too awkward, too.
But I kept flying. I didn't care. Maybe it was, I don't know, a mutated hawk? Yes, a supremely large mutated hawk.
Um, do hawks wear sneakers? No. No they don't. Meaning this was not a hawk in front of me. So I stopped. The whatever it was stopped too. It was…a person with wings. Like me.
But this angel, as I called myself, was older, and a boy.
"Hello?" I called hesitantly.
"Hi." He said, disappointed. Why would he be disappointed?
Fang POV
A winged person! Could it be part of my old Flock? I hoped with all my soul. Not Fang-like.
As I got closer I saw the person was a girl, about the same size as Nudge. But then the differences showed. This girl's hair wasn't a mop of curls, it was straight and sensible. Her wings weren't brown, but white and red.
"Hello?" She called, almost afraid. I could only think of one answer.
"Hi." She looked puzzled for a moment then flew over to see me. It looked like this girl had a home.
Her face was clean and blue-gray eyes shone from happiness. Her light brown hair was smooth. Her clothes weren't torn. She was in better shape than I was.
"I'm Rosie." Rosie said slowly. "What's your name?"
"Fang. My fake name is Nick. If you ever call me Fnick you might die in your sleep." I said evenly. Rosie looked slightly terrified.
"Okay, Fang. You don't look like you have a home, and that's something I can give you." She tried warily.
"A home?" I laughed. "Really, a home? That's something you scientists never tried on me." I was really laughing now. "A home?"
Rosie looked genuinely confused. Now they School bred good actors? Nice.
"I meant it." Rosie stated boldly. "And I, Rose Goodman have no idea what you mean by scientists. I was trying to offer you a place to stay with plenty of food. SO, if you want to live better, I suggest you follow me." With that, Rose turned and sped away.
I needed to follow her. That was the only coherent thought in my head. I just needed to. So I did.
Rose POV
Fang followed me. I just quickly flew along with the sparrows and robins beside me. My house was just below.
But there was 4 other very large birds entering its airspace.
And going through the window I'd left open. Whoops. Fangs darkness scared me. But I was even more freaked when he yelled.
"SO YOU'RE JUST SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO HELP, HUH? TELL THAT TO THE OTHER KIDS YOU TRICKED!" Fnick was awful scary.
"I can't." I said without thinking. "I cannot go tell people I tricked things, because there was no one I tricked!" With that, I zipped down to my house and through my window.
4 people sat on my bed, each with wings slightly extended from their backs. They all had their eyes closed.
The oldest looked maybe 18, but I probably looked 13, so that doesn't say much. She had long blond hair, and I have no clue what color her eyes were, cause they were closed. The next one was a boy, looked about 15, with whiteish blond hair, then a girl, maybe 11, with dark curly hair, lastly, a little girl, 7 perhaps, with short red hair and freckles.
But they were just sitting there, relaxing. Until a certain dark winged brand new pain in the butt came through the window, landing loudly.
Then all the eyes simultaneously opened. They all looked severely surprised. Wait can you be severely surprised? I don't know. But if you can, they were.
After a second, the smallest girl smiled. She jumped up and ran over to Fang.
"My name is Kandy! Angel is a lot like me, I guess!" Kandy shouted.
Fang's eyes widened slightly. "Ummm…" Was all he got out.
"Let me show you my family!" Kandy was a little excited. She pointed to the girl with curly brown hair and sharp green eyes. "That's Tara, and she 9!"
"Hi." Fang and Tara said at the same time.
Kandy dragged him to the boy had had newly revealed icy blue eyes. "This is Caden, and he 12!"
The last girl. As soon as Fang saw her, he turned his head. What was wrong? She was just a tall girl with blond hair and brown eyes. So what?
"Misser!" Kandy shouted. "This is Skylar! She's my fake mommy, and she 16! She all of ours fake mommy." Fang's eyes closed. But before they did, I caught emotion.
"What's wrong?" Skylar asked. Wow, she did care.
"I have a story to tell." Fang said. "And it's not exactly a pretty one." A single tear leaked out from under his eyelid. What in the world was going on here?