this is my first story so enjoy! plz review good or bad comments cuz both ways gives me advice on my story also I will be needing a boy and girl name so any suggestions will be helpful I want names my reviewers will like…srry if its kinda short I did my best and I kinda wanted it to be short so there can be a cliffy at the end srry haha now enough of me talking…again enjoy the story! I don't own Maximum Ride or any characters that JP made. I only own the characters I created.

Max's Pov:

Knives were slicing through me as I tried not to cry or scream even though every feeling wanted me to. Don't show weakness be strong I tried to encourage my self but so far that wasn't working.

If you thought I was exaggerating on the whole knife slicing through me thing let me get this in your head: I wasn't.

Whitecoats surrounded me working on my spine, but what on my spine I had no idea all I knew was it hurt. Like hell. I was strapped to a operating table in a hospital nightgown with a black bag over my head making it impossible to see.

"That's enough we will finish our test later put the experiment back in its cage," the whitecoat in charge instructed.

Rough hands pulled me up and flung me helplessly over an erasers shoulder. We made our way through the white walls of the School to my cage.

One of the erasers that were behind the one carrying me began to pull my hair. I smacked his hand with all the energy I had but since I had just went through an operation I didn't have much.

He grinned showing his yellow, crooked eraser teeth then touched my face being careful to dig his claws into my skin.

"Want to go and play?" he asked in a deep perfect voice that sounded like honey.

"What play fetch? Ok go and go get the ball and ill play with you when we get to the pound."

It was hard to tell but his face got all redish violetish and he smacked me across the head almost making me pass out.

When we finally got to my cage they threw me in like a rag doll and I grunted in pain. Slowly I dragged myself to the corner of my small cell. At least their safe…at least my family's safe. I smiled knowing that

Angel would be 9 years old, Nudge 14, Gazzy 11, and Ella should be 16 by now. Iggy, Fang, and me were 17. I missed them so much. The whitecoats told me I have been here for 2 years. My eyes started to water with tears as I thought of my flock. Don't cry Maximum Ride doesn't cry! But the tears came and soon I was weeping on the hard cold cellar floor.

Soon I will be out of here. Soon Im gonna blow this joint I promised myself.

I woke up to hear the door open and a whitecoat dump two small figures in the cage 5 ft. away from me. I could tell the smaller figure was a girl and the bigger one a boy.

After the white coat left I peered anxiously at the kids. Both were tan, and really skinny probably from lack of food from this place. It looked like the girl was only 4 and the boy only 5. I felt bad for them. I knew what it was like to be in a strange, painful place at a young age wishing that you would just die or that your mom or dad would come in save you. I wondered where their parents were or if they even knew they were gone.

Slowly both heads turned to stare at me.

I stared.

Then I gasped.

I was looking straight at younger versions of Fang…..and me.

haha cliffy! lol i didnt know that i named the ch. Breathe when thats what the name of the story is woops lol. srry again didnt realize so short but i promise next chapter will be a lot longer review review review!!!!!