Okay this is a maximum ride fanfics it is AU and no wings. Enjoy! Read and review your commentary is appreciated greatly.
Sadly I don't own any of the songs or maximum ride characters that I use in this story those go to the bands that song I use and James Patterson. Enjoy!
Prolog: P.O.V Max.
"No," my 3 year old lungs screamed as my Jeb (my father) leveled the gun at my mother's head, "don't hurt her." He swung around, his bloodshot unfocused eyes landing on me, "how about I shoot you first so you don't have to watch," he said a cruel laugh bursting from his lips. I had always suspected him of being a psychopath, but my 3 year old mind had always come up with excuse. Now there was nothing left to do but to face the truth. His fingers rested on the trigger I could see them pressing on it harder and harder. I looked to my mother for help but her face was frozen covered in running mascara and tears. "Mom," I screamed my voice echoing in the inky black silence, "help." A few long painful seconds chugged by the realization igniting in her eyes. Suddenly, it was if a bomb had gone off in her mind her eyes darkened and she charged him gathering all her strength within her. Jeb pivoted his voice raised deadly loud, "I won't let you stop me." A shot clear and dreadful cut through the air I closed my eyes tears streaming down my face expecting my mother to have been shot. When I opened my eyes I saw Jeb on the ground spattered in blood and my Mother towering over him, with his gun pointed at his face, "Yes you will let me stop you," she snarled her voice sounding demonic. Jeb's eyes were crazy filled with pain and sorrow. "C-come on Hu-u-nny," he coaxed, "let's just forget about this happening I was drunk. "No," my mother snapped, "you will be locked up where you belong." The next few hours were a blur of police and questions. They dragged my father screaming into the police cab; him desperately screaming he was innocent. Eventually all the police officers trickled out sending worried glances at me as they passed. I for one was more worried about my Mother, Mrs. Martinez; she had loved Jeb deeply never admitting until tonight that he was unstable. In all reality she was unstable, she had begun to talk to herself and scream for no apparent reason at thins air. I knew something like this would push her over the steep cliff she was already tottering on the edge of. Her once tan cheeks were now drawn and pale and her cocoa colored eyes were clouded with grief. Over the last few months my 3 year old mind had registered as she slipped farther away from reality. That is why I was surprised when she snapped back and charged Jeb like that, I was definitely proud of her. "You," her voice wilted and quivered, "this is your fault I wouldn't have had to kill the police if it hadn't been for you Max." I froze and turned my eyes were met with hers and a deep anger blazed in them. "If you had just st—stayed upstairs like Ella and let me handle this none of this would have happened!" she was screaming now banging the recently bloodied floor. Ella the name was a disease to me making my blood boil; she was my twin always playing perfect to my bad. Although in reality she was evil just like Jeb a faker making others the bad guy, she was though my mother's favorite by far. She was "innocent" while I was blamed for everything. I tried to pretend that it didn't feel like a stab to my heart, but on stray tear slid down my cold cheek. With one last blood-splattering bang she looked up at me, "I will never forgive you." With those words she sobbed and screamed right on the floor of the crime scene leaving me broken and impossibly alone. That is when my heart at 3 years old iced over, this story although no matter how sad it will get is the story of at 14 years old how a group of troubled teens helped my heart become warm again. This is my story, the story of Max.
Okay read and review. This was the prolog by the was. Ella was asleep the whole time even when the police came. I will try to update as soon as possible.
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