Fireball: Matthew does not own maximum ride.

Me: I own Fireball,Melissa and Jake

Fireballpov

Me and my friend Melissa just escaped from a place we call the school. They experiment on people like us. Melissa and I are 98% human 2% avian. We also have a talking dog named scout. We are on the run from wolf men called erasers. It felt good to be free of the school, I was flying in banking arcs with Melissa about 20 feet away, she swooped and faced the cloud of flyboys head on. She grabbed a branch and poised it to swing just as I grabbed the back of a flyboy and heaved it at her. She smacked it as hard as she could at the base of its spine. "Home run!" she yelled as it crumpled and fell to the ground. I pulled out the few bombs I had and tossed them to Melissa, who pelted the remaining flyboys with them. I won't lie, it was hilarious. I turned and out of nowhere, claws raked across my face. I screamed in sheer agony. My adrenaline took over, and I spun and roundhouse kicked blindly, something chomped on my foot, which only further fueled my anger. I vaguely saw Melissa bashing the remaining two flyboys with her giant branch as I kicked the one who had bit me. I don't know about you guys, but Melissa and I are very competitive. Once the anger subsided, the pain washed over me. I bet a whole burrito that I looked like crap, because I sure felt that way. I dive-bombed into the lake below, feeling like I got hit by an eighteen wheeler. I washed off and looked at my reflection. Well, at least I had a burrito coming my way... I had four slashes down my face, and my pants and leg were shredded with bite marks. One wing was cut too, but not as badly as my face. Melissa swooped down and landed beside me, just as scout, our miniature weenie dog peeped out of my soaked backpack. "You look like crap." she said bluntly. "Thank you, oh obvious one" I mumbled sarcastically. I handed her scout our dog. "Your turn." I said tiredly. "Fine. You go to sleep, I can handle first watch." she said picking up scout. That was when I got a good look at her. She looked just as bad as me. "Nah, I got it." I said. With my powers, I knew we'd be fine. But this night was definitely going to be a long one

Jake POV
I was flying over some forest somewhere when-
Wait, oh, sorry. I fogot something, I have wings. Big, black, and...wing-ish. They were attached from my back when I was about...well, embro stage really. I was raised in some hell hole of a place. I got let free, by this one scientist that would always give me more food that she was supposed to. Now, I am 16. I've been alone all my life, never really settled down anywhere. Never will either. It's too dangerous. The scientist that let me go wasnt supposed to do that.
So now I'm on the run 24/7. Good for me, right? Wrong.
More like, yay! I get to be in near-death situations every day!
I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a white button up shirt, which wasnt buttoned at all, and black skinny jeans. My name's Jake, by the way.
Ok, so now that I've explained everything...I was minding my own bisness, flying quietly, rockin to my ipod i had just stolen, when I hear a big BANG a couple hundred yards ahead of me. I stopped. It was dark out, and I usually blend pretty well in dark places.
I poured on my super speedy (i hav powers too, comes with the wings i guess) power and was soon approaching a full-on battle. I stopped and heavered close to the tree line. Flyboys were attacking these two people. I could make out a girl, pretty and olive tone to her. And a boy. He was taking those things down. The girl had a tree. Crazy!
Soon they were finished and they landed. Sonce I had nothing better to do, I followed. The boy unzipped his pack and got out a...talking down? So they have wings AND a talking dog?
"Melissa, you take him." The guy said. So the girls name was Melissa? Melissa picked up the dog.
"Go to sleep, I'll take first watch."
"no you, because you look as bad as me." the guy said.
Melissa looked like she wanted to protest, but went right to sleep. Weird...