Like the title? I'm probably going to change it. I'm lacking creative title names. ANYWAY Story summary:

Dylan had a life. He had a family. He had a band. He had friends. And he had the love of his life: Bell. But it's all taken from him when he get's into a car accident by a wreckless driver. When he wakes up he has-Wings? And he's in a lab. With the crazed Dr.G-H. Now he must do what He says if he ever wants to see his loved-ones alive again. He must fall in love and bring the great Maximum Ride to Him. The threats get bigger, the missions get worse, which brings up the question: How far would you go to save someone you love?

"Dylan, please!"

"No."

"But-"

"Dylan, take your sister."

Dylan sighed, flipping his wheeled chair facing them. Gosh, what was the point of having a car if you had to take your family everywhere?

"Why can't you? I have plans, you know." He said crossing his arms.

"Because clearly," His mother looked up from her book, adjusting her glasses. "I'm busy." She huffed, outstretching her arms to emphasize the book. It was something by 'Steven King'.

His sister, Amelie, was leaning annoyingly against the wall. She smirked and crossed her arms. He could remember when she was young and, well, financially, 'bearable'. Ah, when she couldn't talk. Now,11, she looked totally grown up. Her light blond hair was straightened, her eyebrows plucked, thick mascara coating her eyes. She looked like a young barbie.

"Fine." He mumbled, annoyed. He definitely regretted getting the car last Christmas. He liked getting to go wherever he wanted but he didn't like taxes, gas prices, 'Dylan! Go get me this' or 'Dylan! Take your sister here'. To be honest, life was sweeter without the dang thing.

He sat up, exiting from his webpage. "You owe me." He muttered to her, putting on his coat.

"Please. All you were going to do was go see Bell!" She shot back, puckering up her lips as if pretending to kiss someone.

"Cork it." He threatened, exiting the door. He could hear his mother yell 'Be safe' as he closed the door. His mother was always so over-protective, especially with the car.

He flipped the key and backed out of the driveway. It was a nice day, almost supper, and he was getting anxious to see-

Oh crap. It was 5:30.

He stepped on the gas petal and did a quick u-turn. He couldn't be late to his date with Bell.

"Why are you turning?" His sister asked, sitting up in her seat. He didn't bother to reply, focusing on the road. He did a couple turns before he pulled up to Bell's house.

Bell was sitting on the cement steps of her house when he pulled up. He was awestruck on how she managed to always look perfect. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, a tiny strain of its rich chocolaty hair bouncing across her face. Her bright chocolaty eyes lit up when she saw him. She waved and he smiled in return. They'd known each other forever, but he still felt butterflies when he saw her.

"I'm sorry, we have to take Amelie her to Soccer practice." He stated when she got in the van.

"I understand," She shrugged. Dylan always liked how she was always so patient. "What's up Amelie?"

"Nothing," She shrugged, leaning back in the seat. Bell was always kind with Amelie, and it was about the only one of his friends she didn't bother.

Bell shrugged, leaning back in the passengers seat. She smiled at him a little, and he felt the butterflies coming again. He never got used to that little smile for the whole year he dated her.

Dylan suddenly winced. A pair of bright head lights was batting him the eyes. It was getting brighter and brighter until Dylan realized-

"Oh gosh, he's on the wrong side!" He said, panicked. He turned his steering wheel, hoping to pivot away from the opposing car, but he couldn't reach is in time. In an instant the force hit him. His back slammed into the car seat, shattering half the bones in there. His head was rattled, aching like a thousand needles. He could hear the glass shatter spewing out from all sides, the metal bending, and his car flying across the roads. A piece of glass slammed into his ribcage, his eye socket, stomach, and neck. His body went numb after seconds (which felt like lifetimes) of burning rage of pain.

The last thing he remembered hearing was his sister screaming "Dylan!" Before everything went black.

What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Okay, so it's not that good. I just thought of the idea thinking 'Hey what about this other Dylan guy that Dylan was cloned from'. Of course he's not dead, though. In my defense of this, I'm not a writer. I just got this idea and I decided to type it. It'll get better. I promise. UP NEXT: The evil Dr.G-H