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Broken Hearts Fixed With Blood and Feathers

Chapter 1: First Meetings

(Max's POV)

You would think that after years of being on the run some people would get tired of chasing us, but they don't. Are mutant bird freaks really that interesting? I wouldn't think so.

We were currently in the wonderful flying weather of, one second, let me check my wonderful bird GPS, a cold, wet, rainy place. And we all know how I hate the cold, after the Antarctica visit. Ah...that reminds me of Bridget. How I haven't seen her bloody red head colored hair. But we all know how Fang loves red heads... Yeah I bet you're all wondering how Fang and mine's relationship is going after the public make out on the submarine. It's going good, but I wouldn't know how a bad relationship would go, either...

It was getting late; even scientifically enhanced DNA can't keep us going forever. Plus the weather isn't in the best conditions. We are 98% human, and humans aren't indestructible. But we are a little closer to that than most. I looked over to my best friend and boyfriend; only using our eyes to communicate that we were going down.

We found a beautiful meadow, perfectly round with flowers blossoming in many places, but it smelt very sweet and unnatural; almost inhuman. We set the camp up for the night and cooked dinner without very much talking. I decided to take first watch, with Fang second and Iggy last, so that he could cook breakfast in the morning. After all, isn't it easy to wake up to the smell of food? Especially when you're someone who needs 3,000 calories a day?

Now I'm not one to complain, but this weather has got to go! It's practically summer time and I'm sitting here in trees off of the damp, musty ground. Usually I'm in a Zen, focused state right now, and you would think that after Antarctica I wouldn't hate cold weather that much, but I do. Especially when, while we were in Antarctica, we got kidnapped by a giant named Gozen. And I freaky box with a brain, I don't even remember his name. But the birdseed was hilarious; I even let out a small chuckle during my watch. Something I never do.

While I was musing to myself I didn't even notice the too light to be human foot-steps, but when I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle, I knew I made a mistake. It only happens when:
1. White coats/labs are involved (never good)
2. Fang is using his freaky power (this can go both ways)
3. The unknown is about to arrive... (worse than number one)

I quickly aroused the rest of the flock; quietly and affectingly. They didn't even make a sound. I took a moment to silently wish that they didn't have to be put through this never-ending torture, but it was short lived. Seven expediently pale and beautiful figures walked out of the wooded shadows of the forest.

Now, what with the Erasers, you would think that when ever we see super model-like people you would run, but, sadly, that isn't us. The Erasers were exterminated a long time ago. So being as smart as I am, I went straight down the tree; like a human I might add. No way am I going to let them know about the flock and my wings.

They stopped about halfway into the clearing, not defensive at all. Either they are over confident or they aren't looking for a fight. Well, too bad, so sad. I, Maximum Ride, am always looking for a fight.

I sized up the 7 figures in front of me, each as beautiful as the next, until my eyes landed on a man that didn't look a day over 25. He had honey blonde hair and his old time grace took me by surprise as he stepped forward; with a penny headed boy following. Though his face was beautiful, he was frowning. Great, I just called a boy beautiful. What has my head come to?

The older blonde male stepped forward with a smile, while the one with coppery colored hair followed suit, only he was frowning. Fang and I moved up protectively in front of the flock.

"Hello, I'm Carlisle Cullen, and this is my family. May I ask what you young kids are doing out here? Are you lost?" He smiled warmly, gesturing to the rest of the flock. I was still wary of them, though, no matter how friendly they appeared to be. But I guess appeared would be the key-word for me.

So, I replied with an answer that would make the Voice proud. "As lost as any person could be." Well, I guess I'm a little less lost then the next person, with my own GPS system.

Now if somebody called me young, I usually would retort with, "I bet I've fought to the death more times then how many years you are old." But that didn't seem appropriate this time. He had a timeless beauty, like all of them.

He didn't seem fazed; all he did was reply, "Then let us help you find your way." His family started to walk away, while he held out his hand. Sorry, but I'm not one for cliché stuff so I hoisted my bag on my shoulder and walked in the direction his family took. I didn't even have to turn to know the flock was following me.

You would think that I've seen everything in my short 16 years filled with torture. But looking at this house, it was more magnificent then the E-shaped house. It was set in a meadow; plenty of room to take off, if necessary. I saw Fang scanning the layout, just like I was, by habit mostly.

We've defeated Itex and its branches. Now we're working on Global Warming.

I thought the outside of the house was grand, but when I saw the inside my jaw almost dropped. Key word: almost.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Iggy had a small smile. This house was white and with varying degrees of it. I never knew how many shades of white there were. But Iggy's happy, and if the flocks happy, I'm happy.

We were waiting at the Cullen's house; they wanted some 'friends' to come over. Rosalie called; though as sweet as her voice sounded, I picked up on some obvious dislike. Wonder why that is? She sure seems like a bundle of joy.

With my special hearing I started to here galloping, like a horse. Huh...how odd. Horses in the peninsula? Strange, but when is anything normal in my life? At the rate the object is going it should be here in a few seconds. But who's counting? Ever since the Omega thing math has become a joke.

A joke with dark humor.

I smiled when I watched as Angel smiled, looking around their living room. Soon I saw the pixie girl dance over to their huge white front door and pull it open. I tensed as a large group of men entered through the door filing in one after another.

The first thought that jumped into my head was: attack. I was about to when Fang put a hand on my shoulder. It always amazed me how he always seemed to know what I was thinking. How calm and collected he could be all the time.

I sighed, and loosened up my muscles slightly from the contact of Fang's hand. But I still didn't drop my defensive stance.

The older blonde, Carlisle, stepped forward towards the tan men, "Sam, I am so glad that you could come. Hopefully we can resolve this without any trouble."

He extended a deathly pale hand towards the man but the man, Sam, didn't take it. Carlisle dropped his hand to the side after holding it up in a friendly manner for a few seconds.

"Why don't you all take a seat? Would you kids like anything to eat or drink?" The motherly looking woman asked.

"Actually, I'm starving. I would really want some nachos. Ohh, and with cheese. Oooh, ohh, oh, and the little pepper thingies, you can't forget the pepper things. You know, why, do they put those in there? I mean I wonder who was the first to think 'Hmm, why don't I – mphmhmn," Nudge was cut off by Iggy placing a over her mouth, effectively quieting her.

I was thankful for that; we didn't need any distractions from anyone right now considering we had no idea who we were really sitting in the room with.

We took a seat on the plush white couch and armchairs and I almost moaned. After sleeping in a variety of places nothing really compares to actual furniture. But again key word: Almost.

"Ok, let's start with introductions. I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife Esme. These are our adoptive children: Rosalie, Edward, Jasper, Emmett, and Alice," Carlisle gestured to each kid as he said their name.

"Uh huh," I nodded along, watching each one carefully especially the bronze haired one, Edward, since he always seemed to be watching us out of the corner of his eye.

After everyone introduced themselves we finally got down to business.

"You see, we came here to ask a couple of questions," the gruff voice of Sam told the room.

I tensed up, my back straight with my butt at the edge of the seat. I shot a concerned look over to Fang who was sitting on my right.

"You seem a little tense," he paused for a short second, barley noticeable to a human, before adding my name. "Max."

Hmm, is it just me it does he not like me that much. To bad, a lot of people don't like me. Sorry if he wanted to be the first, but I guess that is what you get when you're a pocketful of sunshine like me.

"What are you?!" he thundered after I ignored him. Well I guess we aren't beating around the bush. I saw Carlisle shoot him a look that clearly read: "Nicer, she's a guest." He just snorted in reply. I guess he doesn't like a lot of people.

"We are people, people with feelings," Then I remembered Fang, he has feelings. But he doesn't show them, "Even though some of us don't act like it."

"If I ask you again, will you tell us?" he asked in an annoyed sarcastic tone, like he already knew what the answer was. Hmm…am I getting predictable?

But my only answer was to get up and leave, knowing that the flock was following me. But I didn't leave without a final glance around the room.

I analyzed the group of teenagers. Only they didn't look like teenagers, maybe teenage body builders but defiantly not normal ones. My eyes scanned over them, until I caught the eyes of tallest one in the group, Jacob.

His eyes widened and bored into mine. Jacob smiled brightly, as if he had just seen the sun for the first time. I smiled back unconsciously, confused and creeped out at the same time.

I heard the door open, just as I was thinking about not opening it. Using my peripheral vision I focused on the entry way and saw a pretty brunette enter through the front door.

"Ah, Bella you made it just in time to meet are guests. Bella this is Max and her friends." Esme said to the brunette.

(Bella's POV)

I ran out of my old, beat up, pick-up truck and stumbled up the porch steps to the Cullen's front door.

"Edward?" I called out just as he entered the room.

"Bella," he breathed. "We have guests, would you like to come meet them?"

"Uh…sure," I replied, wondering who these visitors were. Concerned that Edward didn't tell me in advance. "These guests aren't anything I should be worried about, right?" Immediately my mind jumped to the Volturi. Ever since the encounter with them in Italy, I was deathly afraid of them.

Edward looked down at me, his intense topaz eyes boring into mine, "No, there is nothing to worry about love. Don't worry though, they aren't staying long."

Sighing with relief, I made my way through the door with Edward's arm protectively wrapped around my shoulders. Inside I saw 6 kids, all standing up around the foyer and living room. Three of them looked about my age while the rest looked younger.

They all looked at me except a beautiful blonde, who was looking at Jacob curiously. I felt Edward's grip on my shoulder tighten as he read the minds around us. I looked at him silently asking a question with my eyes. He bent down to me so that only the non-humans in the room could hear, along with me. "Jacob has imprinted, but they don't like us very much." I could hear the pleasure in his voice, giving me the tell-tale signs that he likes that Jacob is going to suffer. Through out this I scarcely heard Esme introduce me. Time to find out who Jake imprinted with.

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