Maximum Ride Fan fiction

I watched Max say goodbye to her mum. Most normal teenagers would be coming back in a few hours. Max will be lucky if she sees her mum in a few months. But then, we're not normal. What normal teenager do you know that has wings?

We all took off. Max says she's just the flock leader (there are lots of us: Angel and Gazzy are the youngest, followed by Nudge and Iggy, and me and Max are the oldest). It sure sucks to be a teenage bird kid.

One thing I forgot to mention: I'm mentally programmed to be in love with Max. The scientists created me from the parts of a Dylan that died. They decided that wasn't enough messing with nature, so they stuck a pair of golden eagle wings on me. Then, because when I first woke up, I didn't even know how to walk, they messed up my brain. I was effectively created as a thirteen year old. I had my first birthday a few months ago, although was turning fourteen. I can't get my head round it.

Max taught me how to fly. It's weird, but it feels even more natural than walking. My massive wings allow me to soar high above the others, but I usually stay with Max. I love watching her wings as they beat in time with mine, and the expression on her face as she flies. It's the only time I see content on her face is when she's flying. The rest of the time, she's acting as mum for the flock, or she's angry, or confused, or (and this is the worst) she's thinking about Fang. She has so much to think about. I would love to help her, but she won't let me. There's a barrier between us.

I could feel the wind on my face, rustling through my hair. It's got a blonde hint to it, but it's more of a sandy brown colour. I plucked up all the courage I had and flew into Max's slipstream.

"Hey." I said casually.

"Hey." Max was smiling. That was a good sign.

"Where are we going first?"

"I hate to say it, but we're going to England. It's only a seven hour flight, eight with breaks. We'll be there by tomorrow."

"Why are we going there?"

"Two reasons. One, there is a massive event happening in London, something about the end of the world. Two, Fang's last blog post was from London too, which probably isn't a coincidence."

I was thinking that this was one of the few times that the barrier between us was down, when Max seemed to register who she was talking to. The dreamy, contented look on her face was gone, replaced by a snarl. "Amateurs fly at the back. Get lost."

I sighed, holding back. There was no way on the planet that we were ever going to be together. Unless Fang died, Max would never be able to forget him. I would never forgive myself if I did something to hurt Fang, because he is the beacon of hope that keeps Max going. As much as I hated to admit it, I'm so jealous of Fang. Max didn't deserve him. When he left, I hated him. Not just because he had Max instead of me, because he left her. She was distraught.