Final Hope: the bird kid that no one knew about

by Potterbirdkid

Hi guys! yeah well this is my first fanfic. The story, like the title says, is about the story of Final Hope, the bird kid no one knew about. She's basically in a same type of situation as the original bird kid gang, but its a bit different. Enjoy! PS: i don't own part of the max ride series. I'm just writing off of it. So please don't fine me or anything if there are similariti

1. Chapter 1-Final Hope-mystery bird kid

Once upon a

Twas the night before

It was a

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Ugh, this is too hard... why can't I do this… am I incapable of starting one darn paragraph about my "amazing" life? Oh wait, I just did...hehe…

Right. Well, You don't know who I am. I don't know who you are, or how you found this paragraph about my life (ok who spilled the beans and put it on facebook?). Right, well, you've found this paper. Great for you. You're probably wondering who I am….Well you're gonna have to wait a bit to get that info kid... I ramble a lot.

Right. My name is Minimum Flight. No its not, you know that. It's actually Final. Final Hope. But people call me Fin. Or Fina. Whatever works. I know it's a little cheesy, but I like cheesy names, and since the scientists named me "Specimen 495", I decided to give myself a really awesome and pro name instead. Oh, and by scientists, I mean the demented, deranged, psychopath scientists who have kept me house arrested in my little cozy home/ cold and silver barred cage, in a dark, pitch black room, with one little tiny window in it. And aside from the fact that I have wings: beautiful, shiny-in-the-sun, auburn and scarlet feathered wings, I'm a really normal kid. Although my best-bud scientist friends don't really think that about me. But you know I'm normal, or at least level-headed, right? Anyways, you're probably wondering why I have wings in the first place, and why I'm stuck in this stupid cage. Well, long story short, I was born in a glass tube, had bird DNA grafted onto my baby self, was raised to be a WOMD, (weapon of mass destruction to those of you who are acronym impaired), and somehow I'm supposed to get rid of all the good guys in the world, and therefore help these ridiculous scientists take over entire galaxy, and so on and so forth. And I am stuck in this ridiculous cage because, I am a WOMD ( see previous) after all, and am one highly volatile, lean mean killing' machine, and frankly am A LOT stronger than the very people who made me, so since my insane-as-the-mad-hatter science buddies are terrified of me, I am stuck in this cage. Yes, it's quite a paradox... or is it oxymoron... ugh I'm rambling again…

Yah, well, that's the story folks. Oh wait, did I tell you I could read minds too? NO DON'T GO AWAY I CAN'T READ MINDS ACROSS PAPER. Yeesh. Yah, well I can read minds (my science fair partners don't know this as of now), and punch the hell out of a punching bag in the rec center. My best running speed is 150 miles per hour, I can break the sound barrier while flying at my top speed, and I have an awesome pie eating record (Let's see you beat 300 in 10 minutes. Yeah, I thought so) And I am basically Hulk Hogan times 100, too. I'm that cool. And yet I can't break through these bars they've encased me in. I. JUST. CAN'T. DO. IT! ARGH!

Yeah, I just tried to break through. Didn't work though. Shucks… Oh wait! A couple of scientists are walking over. They look stressed. REAL stressed.. Maybe something's goin' on… Hmmmmmm….Lemme take a sneak peek into their minds.. maybe they're thinking about me (no funny ideas kid). … …. … … … .. . . … . . .. . .. .. . . .. . . . .. (that's what mind reading looks like on paper).. … .. …..

Oh my FRAG. I can't believe it. I'm not alone. I'm not the only bird child. There's a whole bunch! SIX OF THEM! And they've just escaped from their captive area! OMF! OMF! OMF! I'm not alone! I'm not one of a kind! I'm not the only bird/human mutant! They must know exactly how I feel about everything! OMF! I gotta, I gotta get to these people...i mean mutants... I mean kids. What am I gonna do? Wait, these idiotic scientists are opening my cage! What are they doing! Wait, here's my chance! I'm gonna do it!

SMASH! I zoomed out of my horrifically claustrophobic cage, barely missing the scientists who opened the darn thing, happy to be free of my apprehensions about life at last. You could practically see the exhilaration on my face. I skillfully drifted on the currents that wafted through the open door of the room, careful to stay out of the small yet effective grabbing range of the furious scientists. I realized how much how I had missed flying, since my last training session (Didn't I tell you about those? Oh well, tell ya later). Meanwhile, the freak- show freakers down below where getting on my nerves. "GET THE HELL DOWN HERE YOU FREAK, YOU'RE GONNA BREAK THE CROWN MOLDING!" yelled the horrified scientists at me. I thought "Hell no, why would I do that, I'm home free!" I put my thumb on my oblong yet delicate nose, wiggled my fingers at them, stuck out my tongue, and gave them one final taunt. I gracefully flew out of the room, down the long, crystal clean, window flanked hallway. I crashed through the window in front of me, soaring out the hole like a hawk. The glass shards from the window nicked me in a few places, but my skin healed back in only a few seconds (told you I was a freak). But even if it didn't heal, I wouldn't have given a damn, because I was a free bird now, literally and metaphorically. I was finally out of that stinkin' rat-hole-of- a-lab, out of that horrible, mortifying place. I was free. I could do what I wanted. Elated by my realization, I gained altitude, soared up into the atmosphere, and got nearer to the fathomless black of space and higher into the clouds. I felt the pillowy clouds slide past me, and allowed miniscule water droplets to form on my beautiful, glistening auburn feathers. My wings sparkled in the sunlight, and I smiled at the memory of my first time trying them out (not now, I'l tell you about it later). I have always enjoyed flying, it's the thing I'm best at. Well, I was free at last, free from the shackles that held me back from my true potential, my true identity, my true destiny. I knew right then what I was going to do.

I'm gonna find those bird kids, and help them with their mission. I'm tired being everyone's guinea pig. I'm gonna find those kids, and use my skills to help stop those horrible scientists, and possibly save the world (you'll thank me later). That's what I'm gonna do. And there ain't no one who can or will want to stop me. No one. I only have one question in my mind right now; will they like me?