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Summary: Senior year is coming to an end for Nicholas Walker, his best friend, Samuel Phyllis, and the rest of the high school's senior population- including Maximum Ride. When an anonymous tip turns her in, Max plans revenge on who she believes made it; Seeking out first a coward who just might tell her a lie, that she is right. Originally only meaning to punish and return her perpetrator to his place, things start to get out of control. And some believe Max herself is losing it. But when the law enforcement get involved, her most trusted friends fail her, betrayal unknotting from every end; Her only help coming from someone whose dead.

Rating: Rated T for violence and language.

Characters:

-Fang: Real name of Nicholas Walker, more often known as Nick. Age 17. Roughly 6' 6" in height. Physical description matches that of the book: black hair, dark eyes, angular face, a swimmers build- tall, lean muscle. Lives with his mother, father is dead.

-Sam: Real name of Samuel Phyllis, more often known as Sam. Age 17. Roughly 6' 1" in height. Physical description of brown hair, hazel eyes, nerd-like build. Lives with his mother, father, and the youngest of his three sisters.

-Max: Real name of Maxine Batchelder, more often known as Max or Maximum Ride. Age 17. Roughly 5' 6-8" in height. Physical description matches that of the book: streaky blonde hair, brown eyes, athletic build. Lives with her father, brother, and step-mother. Maternal mother is dead.

Chapter One:

Introduction: The Dream

Note: Nick's P.O.V. (Fang)

People surrounded me.

Complete strangers everywhere, they clanked their drink glasses together, smiled and nodded.

I was sitting at a white-clothed table. One of the kinds you see at weddings, with the fancy cutlery and the trough of flowers I didn't even like and the minuscule plates the richer people have a habit of using for the belief it keeps them thinner compete with expensive small serve food on larger platters neatly spaced along table.

My mother was there, her hand resting on my shoulder. She was talking, all the people about us seemed to be paying attention to her speech. She was telling them about how hard our life had been after my father, her husband, died, how she and I worked through it and through that hard work and in her words, I became "a successful child that every mother dreams of," and how we can achieve anything together.

I hate this. I really truly do. Its the only feeling I'm aware of.

I'm sure I have every reason to hate the current happenings. My mother, being who she is, feels as though she needs to show me off. She likes the attention it gives her, the joy of having near strangers (to her) congratulate her on her successes and pity her woes.

Finishing off her monologue, she pushed a fancy dark satin box wrapped with a gild sliver ribbon at me, forcing me back out of my thoughts. I looked at it, then up at her.

She merely glanced at me as she spoke. "Open it, turn it over." She looked down to admire her gift before reading aloud the note inside that she must have memorized, "'To Nick, From Mummy; Make me proud.'"

Her attention then turned back to her guests. She toasted, "To us, to us all."

I'd had it. I stood and walked away. I found myself looking down at the cake. It was the special ordered kind with a picture printed with the frosting on it. The picture was of a much younger, happy version of me, before dad left.

The next thing I knew was that I had snatched up the knife, cut my head out from the center and scooped it up with my bare hand. I hadn't even bothered with the etiquette of using a plate or silverware as I took a bite and made my way to the house.

I was in the basement when I finished off my cake. Wiping my hands on my pants, I sat on the workbench.

I don't know how I did it, or why. Or what made me do it.

But I did do it.

I picked up the rifle from it rack on the wall next to me, cocked it and pressed it to the point where my chin and throat met.

So much for being perfect.

Author's Note:

This story is based on a movie of which, I will not tell until the end. If you know it, please do not tell. Since the plot is rather iffy at the beginning, I've added the first three chapters in hopes to get you into it.

Also, for the romance readers; The movie considers this to be a "Drama Revenge Crime Thriller Supernatural Flick." Personally I don't agree with all of that but to answer whether this is or is not a romance, I would say it's right on the line of it. Fang and Max will get rather intimate, in a way. But the most I'll say for now is that this story does balance on the line of one.

As for my note for this specific chapter, I understand it is rather bland. Its supposed to be, to make Nick's narration have a numb tone to it.

Thank you for reading and reviews and criticism are appreciated.

-TheInvisibilityComplex