Hi everyone. This is my first fanfic, so please be patient with me. Also, please let me know if you notice any grammatical/spelling errors. I hate them (slang and onomatopoeia excluded) . This fanfic takes place after TAE, but as if they were still living on the streets of New York.
By the way, I have kidnapped a Maximum Ride character…Mwahaha!
Fang: …
Me: So, Fang, what do you think of this chapter?
Fang: …
Me: Strong silent type, are we?
Fang: …
Me: Can I have a disclaimer? No?
Well then, disclaimer: do you really think JP is a chick interested in physics? I don't own MR. Sorry. Too bad.
Fang: (whispers) She's weird.
Me: YES!!! He spoke! (whacks Fang over head and sticks out tongue) I am not weird!
Chapter One
Max POV (assume that it is)
I awoke in the early hours of the morning, in the heart of NYC (translation: in an alley way). The traffic was already blaring, the freaks who patrol the streets wandering, and the other members of the flock sleeping lightly. (Who said poetry was dead?)
Max, you're losing focus, said the Voice. Yes, I hear a voice in my head; don't you? You can get'em cheap at Wally World and mine comes especially with no on/off switch and an annoying, all-knowing attitude.
Max, you need to wake the others. No time for fooling. There's someone you need to meet.
The Voice didn't seem to feel the need to elaborate, so I sighed and sat up, groaning as my poor, cramped, wings announced their discomfort at not being outstretched. Yep, you heard me, wings. Read the books, idiot!
I spent a few seconds gazing at Fang, my right-wing man. He wears a lot of black, but he's not Goth or Emo; he just likes the color. He's definitely the strong, silent type. And waaaaaaaay hot- No, Bad Max, Bad Max! Erase last thought! That's so wrong; he's totally like my brother. He ismy brother. He's fourteen, just like me.
I turned as a small moan echoed behind me. Angel, my baby girl, was waking up.
"What's wrong, Max?" she asked. "Your thoughts are all weird." Yeah, I said thoughts. Angel reads minds. Read the book!
"Pack up; we're leaving. Voice has someone for us to meet."