AN:/Hello there, so BlackxXxFire and I are both writing this. But it's under her/his name (I'm not giving out her/his personal info, even though I know her/his real name and stuff), anyways this is FnickRide03 writing right now, so yeah. Hope you enjoy this. I think this fic is going to be awesome. Read on readers. Seriously now.
Max POV
I'm so cold. Have you ever flown threw New York during a hail storm? Well actually, probably not the way we are. I bet you've never flown outside of the plane, helicopter, and or Nino Pierpont's private jet. Actually, you've probably never been in one of his jet's. Have you? Okay wait, I'm turning into Nudge.
So basically, we're freezing in Manhattan like nobody's business. The warmest things we have are our thin windbreakers. Sad. We are also bruised and bloody from the Eraser attack we had a couple miles back. It's dark and below freezing but we can't just wrap our wings around ourselves to get warm. Because you all know how that would end.
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"Max I'm falling!''
"Well fly.''
"But it's so cold!''
SPLAT!
"Oh well, it was just Dylan.''
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Something like that. We need to land and find shelter but I don't see anything. To bad Dylweed only took a bullet to the shoulder. Why couldn't have been a bullet to the head, or a wing blown off? Oh well, next time. Angel doesn't have a scratch on her. Hmmm, I wonder why?( I'm being sarcastic) Gazzy got some claw marks up and down his arms from some M-geeks. Either that or he's been emo for quite some time and been cutting himself. Doubt it though. Ok, no I am really turning into Nudge.
Speaking of Nudge, she has some bruises on her left arm and an ugly gash on her right. So we really need to land and check that out. Iggy got shot in the wing and he's struggling to fly. Fangles, my darling, got shot in the thigh and arm, ouchies. And I being our fearless, brave, blood-covered, leader killed Ari (again) and walked away with only...
Wait for it...
A black eye. I'm so awesome.
"Hey Fang, do you see any places to land,'' I shouted over the hollering winds, yeah I'm a screamer.
"Ummm, looks like there's a McDonalds over there,'' he said.
"Well we look pretty beaten up right now,'' I said " Don't you think we'll look weird?''
"Probably,'' said Fang.
"Oh well, I'm hungry,'' said I, the mighty Maximum Ride.
"But we're bloody, hurt and look like homeless people,'' said, gross, Dylan. All he cares about is his looks, his swish hair, his tan skin, his sea blue eyes. Two weeks ago, he wanted to go into Areopostal, and with our budget and history of fancy clothes, we walked away empty handed.
"I don't care Dylan, food is above looks and pain any day,'' I said because it's true.
We started circling down. Down, down, down. Okay I seriously need to stop.
We entered Mickey D's, the best food place ever. And we ordered, a lot of food.
Fang ordered first. ''Okay, three extra-large cokes, um, five Big-Macs, two ten piece chicken nugget meals, and some, apple pies,'' he said.
The cashier looked at him very funny. Like, 'what the heck kid, you're going to get diabetes'.
Then went Iggy, '' I would like, five medium root beers, two Big-Macs, six orders of fires, and a hot chocolate,'' he must've already eaten today.
I'm not even going to tell what everyone else got there'd probably be at least seven more paragraphs. And I don't want to bore you. And believe me you don't even want to know how much it cost us. Somewhere around, I don't know maybe $236.52, yeah we love to eat. So we practically vacumed our food into our mouths and didn't even talk while doing so. Because well, we were breathing it in. No time to socialize. We need our calories.
As soon as we ate and cleaned up a little in the bathroom (McDonald's bathrooms suck) we headed off. Into the wild. Well not at all like the wild it's freaking Manhattan, but you know what I mean.
"Does anyone see trees or anything for shelter,'' I called.
"There's a clearing over there,'' Dylan pointed out.
"Yes, Dylan, a clearing how is that going to help,'' I asked.
"Just saying,'' he mumbled.
"Well I guess we can go check it out,'' I said.
"Really,'' Dylan said.
"No,'' I said sarcastically as I started to decend down.
Once we all landed, we weren't in a grass pit. We were all in what looked like a huge forest.
"But how….'' I said confused.
"Um, Max where are we,'' Nudge asked.
I looked up and saw a wooden sign that read Camp Half-Blood. What's Camp Half-Blood?
"Camp Half-Blood,'' I told everyone a little bit confused
Then some guy with black hair and sea green eyes walked out from behind the big oak tree on the hill. Who the heck is this?
"Who are you,'' he asked.
AN:/ Haha, cliffie. In your face. Who is this mysterious guy? But most of you probably know who anyways. So just going to leave it at that. The next chapter will be written by Blackie. If you review I'll give you a fruit basket. For reals. Toodles.
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