Apologies to anyone who read my original 'Broken Angel' I'm rewriting it and there will be some major and minor differences.

Takes place after MR3 but the School didn't fall with Itex and is operating independently and there are Erasers instead of Flyboys.

Disclaimer: This counts for the whole story, I do not own Maximum Ride or any of its characters, James Patterson does.

Broken Angel

Prologue: The Broken Angel

A black haired girl, about thirteen, runs through a dense forest. The forest abruptly stops and becomes nothing but gravel and rock.

The girl stops looking down over the edge of the cliff where the rocky land abruptly drops away. She smiles as black strands of hair whip across her face in the wind and she kicks some rocks and gravel over the edge.

The shouts and growls of Erasers can be head from the forest now and the girl smiles again as she turns at the exact moment the Erasers emerge from the forest.

"Hi, Rex." The girl says to the lead Eraser, smiling sweetly.

The Eraser called Rex looks started for a moment but then extends a hand toward the girl, "Come on now, broken angel." He says, "It's a dead end."

The broken angel laughs and scoots backward so that her heals are hanging over the edge, "Says who?"

Rex notices the movement and takes a step forward, "Come on now, nothing rash."

"Oh, no," The girl says innocently, "nothing rash." Rex relaxes just a bit. "But you want to know what I am going to do?" The broken angel asked as she spread her arms wide. Rex leaped back to alertness and lunged toward the girl as she shouted, "FLY!" and she let herself fall backwards off the edge of the cliff.

Rex's fingers fall just short of catching the girl's shirt as she fell backward. He cursed and punched the ground as he looked over the edge of the cliff and saw her falling body. Rex stood and turned his back on the cliff.

"Should we-" One of the other Erasers began but Rex cut him off.

"Don't bother." He said, "Let the scavengers get her. She's dead."

That's me. The first and the ultimate failure. The bird that can't fly and wouldn't even die when they wanted it to.

They said that my life had no meaning and that I would never fly.

But now I have a goal and a meaning. Their demise is in my hands. I hold the key to their doom and there's no way that they can take it from me.

Because they don't know that I'm still alive.

They don't know that their 'broken angel' has learned how to fly.