Hola people! This is my first Niggy fic…so wish me luck. There will be a slight fax later on, and this is going to be a series. But after I'm finished with the 'main plot', let me know if you would like for me to go on. Just a little warning, Nudge may seem slightly OOC. Sorry, but she can't be ranting or childish when well…you'll see. Anyway, enjoy! Remember, I can handle flames or anything you have to say. So tell me!

Disclaimer: You know James Patterson? Well, it turns out, that he owns Maximum Ride, and I own nothing!

Nudge POV

Hands began to shake me awake. "C'mon Nudge, time to get up."

"Mmph."

"Nudge, you've got to face the world sometime today. Better now than later."

"Grmph."

I heard that voice that insists on me waking up let out a sigh. "Oh, well, I guess I'll have Fang fetch the water bottles…"

Like that, I was up and awake. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, Max was crouched beside me, a grin plastered across her face.

"Maaax why'd you have to be so mean? Fang just shakes us awake, and Iggy just yells. But you threaten me with water! Why water? What makes it so-?" I began, until Ig snuck up behind me, his hand covering my mouth.

"Try not to give Max a headache before noon today, alright?" he teased, as I glared at him. I am a chatterbox, but sheesh…

I stood up, smoothing some of the wrinkles off of my shirt. Angel had been woken up from my side, as I rolled up my blankets. I glanced across the cave that we had been staying in, spotting Iggy talking with Gazzy in hushed tones, whilst Iggy cooking. Gazzy spotted me staring over at them, and he immediately cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered something in Ig's ear.

His gaze, well, as close as he could come to, searched around the room, until it settled on where he must have heard my breathing. He sent me a small smile, and against his pale cheeks was a small red tint. I blushed, sending a glare over at Gazzy as I hastily stuffed my blankets into my backpack. Nice one, Nudge.

"Alright, guys, let's head out. Stick close; we're passing by some of the southern states to get to South Carolina. I think the newspaper said it was storm season, so be careful, alright?" Max called, as we took off. Angel flew below me, Max and Fang near each other. It was so cute, he was actually talking back to her without the two of them bickering. But then again, that left once again room for Ig and Gazzy to start bomb plans.

Gazzy was next to him, chattering away. Ig seemed distant…which was surprising, because usually by now, he's teased me about some wing pattern or another. But it was so different, and his expression switched from serene to horror.

"Max! MAX!" he shouted, the Flock halting. Max soared towards him, her eyebrows crinkled.

"What is it, Ig?" she asked, as he 'glanced' around.

"I can hear it…there's something in the winds. Something bad," he said, as he paused in mid-air, his wings flapping just to keep him in place.

Angel blinked, seeming frightened. She must have read his mind. "What do you mean?"

"I need more detail than that so that we can fix it," she said, her eyes searching for Flyboys. That was usually what he meant.

"It isn't Flyboys, Max. It's a hurricane," Iggy answered quickly, and at that, rain began to pound on us. I could feel the weight affecting each of us, as Angel rushed towards Max. Max held her tightly, reassuring into her ear. Everything was going to fine…right?

Out of nowhere, huge gusts of wind were picking up. My wings were helpless, as I felt one current lifting me away from the Flock.

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I screamed, my wings feeling like they were being ripped out of my back. The rain felt like darts being stabbed into me, with the pressure and the winds tearing me away from my family.

I couldn't see clearly, only two outlines chasing after me. One set of black wings, one set of white with slight black tips. Somebody was getting closer…

I heard Fang shouting after me, his eyes looking more afraid than ever. I felt arms embracing me, clutching me tight against a cold chest. I hadn't even bothered to look to whom they belong, I just clutched on for dear life. I could feel myself losing altitude, dropping out into much more dangerous winds. They must have been at least 130 miles per hour.

I felt myself hit tree after tree, my wings bruised and battered with each slam. Note that I didn't even mention the damage to the rest of me. I could feel the branches claw at me, tearing into my skin. I closed my eyes; almost predicting what would happen to me next. I curled up against the muddy ground, and embraced the impact of a crack into my arm, followed by darkness.

Iggy POV

Ever since we had taken off, Gazzy and I had been planning our latest bomb. Yes, I'm well aware that I'm obsessed. Deal with it.

"So if we attach the blue cord to the yellow, it's guaranteed a kilometer's worth explosion?" The Gasman inquired. I grinned, letting out a nod.

"Two kilometers if you attach the red to the blue and yellow combo," I answered, as he did as I told. He sighed, as I shifted my gazed around.

"What is it, man?" he asked, as I could hear loud whistles screaming in my ears.

"Not now, Gaz," I answered, as I raced forward. "Max! MAX!"

I could hear our leader's wings soaring close to me, halting feet away. "What is it, Ig?" she asked.

I turned my head around, hearing the winds. It was coming…

"I can hear it…there's something in the winds. Something bad," I answered. She must have raised her eyebrows at me, giving me the sarcasm drill.

"I need more detail than that so that we can fix it," she answered. I shook my head vigorously.

"It isn't Flyboys, Max. It's a hurricane," I answered quickly. Rain began to pour, feeling like weights pressing against our shoulders. I heard Max whispering something to Angel, and out of nowhere, I heard screaming.

"SOMEBODY HELP!" Nudge! I heard her wings flapping around helplessly, and I knew immediately that if no one got to her fast enough, she wouldn't make it to the ground alive.

"IGGY!" I heard the rest of the Flock call after me, as I angled my wings towards the screams. I found myself gaining speed, angling my wings so that they wouldn't be damaged like Nudge's. I could hear Fang taking off close behind me, but not close enough.

I reached Nudge, my arms engulfing her small figure. She clutched onto me tight, and our weights combined couldn't carry us. We were falling out of the sky.

Fang was shouting something at me, but it sounded like a whisper because of the winds. He had to soar above the storm, leaving us alone. There was no way he would be able to help us, and I immediately tightening my hold on Nudge as we collided into the trees.

Skidding into some sort of muck, I smacked my head onto a tree trunk. It throbbed like mad, and I could feel the tree getting ready to fall on us. I wrapped myself over most of Nudge, covering her as best as I could. Cursing under my breath, I struggled to not let the dark consume me.

I grabbed her by the waist, dragging us as far from the falling tree as I could. It had just barely missed us. I let out a sigh in relief, reaching my hand towards her wrist. She had a pulse, but a faint one. Remembering the storm that was still blowing, I tucked her into my arms, shielding her from the swirling winds and flying objects. We weren't away from the danger quite yet.

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-Fall Out Guirl