Great, you're reading this, well then, guess you just got lucky and chanced your life with picking this book up. After all, it's not like you are going to survive it all, but hey, if you want to, keep reading, but this is my story, and I'm not going to stop, not even if it costs me my life. I have to tell this story, have to get this off my chest. You have probably already what Max has seen written about our adventures, and honestly, she is right. Everything you heard from her? Yeah, that happens. Great isn't it. Yeah, you're probably already thinking that I'm insane, but really, no, no I'm not. I don't have a voice in my head, but hey, it's all I can give you, so, keep reading if you want.
Let me give you the rundown on what we've been through so far. First off, I'm Fang, Nick, Fnick, whatever, right wing man of the great and fearless Maximum Ride. Then there's Max, you should know her, but for those just tuning in, she is the leader, the oldest, and the craziest. Then Iggy, he too is fourteen, blind, but has a sense of greatness. Nude comes up next, she's eleven, a mouth mouth, and a fashionista. I shudder when I am forced to say that, I really do. Then Gazzy, eight, he's well known for his glorious digestive system. And finally, Angel, the six year old, who yeah, might be sweet, but is a demon in disguise. So, caught up on us, what about the rest of our adventures? Probably not, which is why I'm starting here, from the very beginning all over again.
So far, we've escaped the whitecoats back at the School, and killed a few lunatic dogs called Erasers, who are part human, part wolf, like us kids who are part human, part avian. Max calls us Avian-Americans. Whatever. Then Jeb just suddenly disappears, and we go on with life for two years thinking he's dead. Max takes the lead then, as the oldest. And that, well, it pretty much has us all caught up to where we are right now. Great. Guess I could tell you about the School now...
Alright, so, we were 'created' or 'born' in this place called the School, pretty horrible place, honestly, we were experimented on, given wings, air sacs, and some other bird qualities. However, the School is a place you are not to go to - ever, it has nothing but other creatures dying, insane experiments, Erasers, and whitecoats flailing about like they went on drugs. And let me not forget that the place smells exactly like antiseptic, and any other medical crap you can honestly think up. It's a lab, for my sake! Which really, isn't that big of a sake...Oh never mind.
Which leads us to now, us on the run from the Erasers, the School, and anything that can ever get in our way. We live in this uh, 'E' shaped house that Jeb used to own, and it really is quite dirty. We don't really know much about hygiene, to be truthful, but hey, what happens happens. That's what I like to call the food chain, or my way of life, even if so many people don't agree with it, that is, of course. Guess it really is time to go on with the real story, in Prince Fang's point of view. Don't even ask, you'll learn so much more that way, by the way. Be prepared, that's all I can tell you about my story, about the flock's, about everything that has ever happened to us, because it will end badly, and it will end however it wants. But I can tell you, I'm not stopping until this story is finally over, until it's all gone.