Hi guys! I hope you enjoy this! This must be the longest thing I have ever written…. At least written willingly. This is my first story and I did it on my phone so there may be some errors even though I read threw it multiple times. If things don't make sense most likely they will be answered in later chapters because everything has a purpose but if you find something that doesn't make sense to you please ask I would love to answer.

I don't own these beautiful characters. I would also like to apologize for any OOC-ness that may happen in this story, it has been a long time since I read the mortal instrument series and the maximum ride series although I do feel more comfortable in maxes character. This whole story will be written in first person and include multiple points of view.

Well have fun reading!


It was cold, dark, and I was alone. That's all I knew as I opened my eyes to see complete blackness. Now usually this would only bother me a little bit, what can I say this tends to happen a lot to me. But the fact that I was alone made me panic. Where were the others? I sat up quickly slamming my head against the ceiling of wherever I was. Wow that hurt more than it should have, like dang that gave me a headache. My vision was swimming before I noticed it. Bars. I was in a cage.

"Oh come on!" I sighed before the memories flooded back to me. I had been her for a while. Where you might ask? Well the flock and I like to call this joyful little place the School. No not the one you learn things in, make friends, get homework, and (in my case) start fights, but the one where they take poor innocent beings and totally destroy their lives by changing their DNA. And for what reason? I'll tell you. No clue. I'm starting to think it's their idea of a sick joke or some cliche idea like ruling the world. I know morons right?

But anyway back to me. I don't know how long I've been here, it feels like years but most likely that's just me being dramatic. I've probably been here a few months. Not like I can see any of the outside world to keep track. Speaking of which I wonder how the flock is doing. Probably not even missing me seeing as I left on ruff terms. Well let's be honest Maximum Ride doesn't really leave on 'ruff' terms but on earth shattering events, like getting my heart broken. Yeah you heard me, I have a heart. Don't laugh it's true, I'm not a heartless freak. A freak but a... caring freak. Well I can say that tears were shed but now I could care less. Or at least I told myself that. I was more angry now than sad. But I didn't have time for those stupid feelings now. I was too busy being a guinea pig for the little mad scientists who think they're oh so smart.

I looked around wondering where said scientists were. Usually when I woke up the whitecoats would be right there to take me to more experiments and testing. As I looked, I noticed the dried blood all over my body and the countless feathers making up a layer on the bottom of my cage. Yeah I said feathers. When I said 'freak' I didn't just mean in personality. I have wings. Cool right. Well sometimes I think there a curs. Like now. If I didn't have them I wouldn't be here.

I bent my hand down and picked up one of the many feathers littered around me slightly wincing at the resisting wounds that littered my arms as well as the rest of my body, threatening to open. The whitecoats had let me into the erasers area yesterday, yeah I'll explain later...maybe not. The feather I was now holding in front of my face was lighter than my feathers usually were, well that's an understatement. My feathers were quickly turning white. I blame is on all the chemicals I have being pumped into my body, the bad diet I was on, and the constant darkness. I was molting. Like a bird. It almost made me want to laugh if it weren't for the fact that I was loosing all my beautiful brownish-gold feathers at a scarily fast rate. Usually when I lost a feathers it would be a few here and there and they would grow back before others would fall. But I barely had any left and the ones I did have were either barely hanging there or where bran new small white ones that were growing in. Slowly. What I was left with we're two ugly almost featherless appendages. And let me tell you they were hideous.

Now that I think about it my hair was lightening also. Stupid chemicals. No longer was it a pretty brown with blond streaks but a dull almost grayish blond. Ew. Not that the mats and caked in blood helped ether.

Just then my oh so important thoughts were interrupted by a blinding light. My salvation? Nah, just a stupid whitecoat opening the door to come and get me. I took a moment to look around. There were literally no other experiments in the room. Ooo~ I got a room upgrade yay me.

The whitecoat walked up to my cage in her little black heals that she probably thought she looked amazing in judging by the little spring in her step. Either that or she was psychotic.

"Hello max! You've been asleep for two days now and it time for some fun again! Ready to test your regeneration levels?" She smiled leaning down to look at me before smiling and walking out of the room letting a hulky guy come in and put my cage on a cart.

Definitely psychotic.

-0-

The pain was blinding. I could no longer hold back the screams as they wrenched themselves from my dry thought. Every nerve in my body was on fire. A hot, blazing, white sun that never died. This so called 'testing' consisted of a series of at least a hundred shots, then throwing me back in with the erasers, gaining me a few broken ribs a shattered foot and a broken arm. Man they really went at it this time. And all this before they threw me in a white room where I assumed they were going to watch me die. That's if I didn't die from the bright white lights that really hurt my eyes.

After at least a few hours of waiting I began to tingle a little and then, without warning, the pain came crashing down. I could literally feel my broken bones ripping back together in the most excruciating way possible. And all I could do was wreath on the floor screaming at the top of my lungs.

Then it just stopped. Well that might have just been because I blacked out.

-0-

When I woke up again I was on a flat surface, and I must say it was far from comfortable, looking up at a white ceiling. I just lay there, knowing that I wouldn't be able to move my body as it was still sore from the 'tests'. Yet as I tested my foot and my arm I could tell they were indeed healed. And breathing didn't hurt because of the fixed ribs, which was a plus.

I moved my head to the side wincing at the soreness of my neck. I was strapped to a lab table. Joy. I had a lot more blood on me than I did before. That's when I noticed the claw marks all over my skin that were healing at a normal (well normal for me) rate. I had clawed myself hoping to stop the pain. Maybe I should go to a therapist for self harm.

The door opened at the far end of the room and it was the same psychotic lady with two guys fallowing her. One pushing the cart with my cage on it, oh home sweet home, and the other was a whitecoat with a clipboard and geeky looking glasses.

Psycho lady practically bounced up to the edge of my bed examining me with calculating eyes before bouncing back to the geeky guy. She started talking to him while the big guy came over and started to get me up. I would have tried to fight but I was way to sore, weak, and malnourished to even move much less fight at the moment. He simply picked up my skeletal figure and places me in the cage. I was very happy to see that it was cleaned from all my previous blood and feathers. They were starting to get a little smelly.

I was being wheeled out of the room and back to my containment, waves of blackness coming over my vision, when I caught the words. "She's ready to see him." Before I was gone in the beautiful world of blackness once again. Only to be punctured by a mysterious needle in my upper arm that would changer my life forever.

-0-

I woke with a start, then immediately regretted it because of a serious migraine. I looked around seeing that I was in a cage that was covered by a cloth that looked very odd, the fabric was almost see threw. Weird. I could feel I was in a moving vehicle and so wished I could see. I tried to remember how I got there but came up with nothing, which started to worry me. I tried harder but it was like nothing was there. I started to hyperventilate as I couldn't remember even the simplest things. Where was I? Where was I was going? What was my name? That last one really made me panic. I clung to the edge of my white dress, studying it, in an effort to try and calm myself down. It felt off, wearing a dress, yet it was very pretty. The top was a delicate, white lace v-neck with spaghetti straps and where the lace ended a flowing white skirt spree around my legs as I sat in the cage. I guesses it was maybe a little higher than ankle length. I decided I didn't like dresses to much, they were pretty but too delicate.

My thoughts and intentions of exploring the dress more were cut short; however, as the driver of the vehicle took a sharp turn, sending my cage flying to the side, loosening the fabric covering it enough for me to see that the turn not only loosened the fabric but the trunk door to the van-ish (AN: think kind of like the mystery machine) vehicle I was in. I looked around making sure the drivers didn't see me. They were tall with dark clothing and odd weapons and there eyes, that I saw in the car mirrors, did not look human. That made me want to leave even faster. I reached out my hand through the bars, noticing how thin and unhealthy it looked just like the rest of me, and took hold of the door handle. I had just opened the door silently when we hit a pot hole. Adrenaline kicked in as my cage was flung out the back door and bounced a couple times on the pavement of an unused ally's opening.

It took me a minute to reorient myself before I sat up on the side of my cage that was now the bottom. I looked around noting the tall buildings and a somehow familiar scent that I couldn't place. Stupid memory block.

I watched as a few people passes before coming to my senses and called out to the next person that passed. But he didn't hear me. I thought maybe I was too quite but when I called out to the next woman who passed, even lauder than before, she didn't hear me either. Adrenaline, now faded I began to panic again as I desperately cried out to any and every person passing by. But non heard nor saw.

I felt tears start to trail themselves down my face as a leaned against the back of my cage. It felt odd crying, like I hadn't cried in a while, but I couldn't help it. I was so lost and confused. Then something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Mixed into the strange fabric, that was once on top of my cage but was now splayed next to it, was a small slip of paper with three words on it.

"Maximum Ride." I read slowly trying to see threw the tears and speak threw the sobs that shook my body. Next to the two words in parentheses was the name "Max." I read aloud shakily testing it on my tongue. It sounded right. It must be my name.

I grabbed the parchment clutching it to my chest. It may have been written by my enemy but it was the only thing I had that was a window to my past. Yet nothing came to mind as I stared at the words longer, only bringing fresh tears.

I sat like that for a while, wetness streaming down my face in small rivers before being started to reality by a voice.

"Are you okay?" it asked. It was obviously a male judging by the deepness of it but not old for it held a youthfulness to it.

I looked up quickly not caring that I probably looked like a total mess, for some reason I don't think that really ever mattered to me. He was a tall boy probably around 18 years old with blond hair and shocking gold eyes. They were intriguing but almost didn't look normal. I backed as far away from him as I possibly could in my cage and whispered, "You can see me?"

He looked bewildered, curious, and defensive all at the same time. If that was even possible, but I supposed my expression mirrored his. "Yes?" he said not knowing why I had asked the question. He slowly moved forward, realizing I wasn't a threat, and came to unlock the door of my cage. I plastered myself against the back side of the cage and held my breath, still wary of him, as he fiddled with the lock before getting frustrated and taking out an odd device. He was drawing some sort of symbol on the lock. I stared for a moment after he finished then gasped in shock as the lock just melted. He gave me a questioning look before opening the door to let me out.

I stepped out slowly and straitened regretting instantly as dizziness took over and I knew unconsciousness was waiting for me. I leaned toward the boy as I fell forward whispering, "Help...me."

He moved on reflex catching me before I hit the ground and gasped. The last thing a heard was "What are you?" but it was more to himself than to me. I would have to thank him for sparing me a face full of pavement when I woke up. And ask why on earth he meant. That is, if I woke up.


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~Lo