'Ssup my little birdkid loving readers?

Ok, I'll make this quick. Basically, this is my take on what the final book of the Maximum Ride series could be like. (So...technically it's what follows the latest book, 'Angel' in case I lost you there...)

WARNING: If you haven't read any of the Maximum Ride books...well, weird. Don't beat me, but what would you be doing here? O_o Anyways. There might be some spoliers, so I recommend you catch up on your reading fist, so you don't come to me with pitchforks saying I spoiled something. Are we understood? Sweet.

I will try to update two or more chapters a week^^ I want to develop my writing skills, so I will put a lot of time to these puppies. Be honest and tell me what you think!

Enough rambling though.

Oh and by the way, all the characters and stuff belong to Mr. James Patterson...small detail I almost forgot to mention XD

Fly on,

L.M.S

P.S. I have this wicked idea in mind guys...I want to make this story a combination of thoughts and predictions on how the series should end. I have a pretty good idea of what I'm going to write but here's the thing, I want you guys to help! If you have any ideas on how the last book should be, let me know! I will read them and find a way to incorporate them into my story. I will also give you a shout out in the new chapter(: It's just a way to get the fanfic community to come together and share their ideas. Plus, you might even inspire me! What do you think? Should we give it a go? None the less, I will continue to post new chapters(:

Chapter One

Emotions for me are like fire and water. Not a good combination. Especially when you're suspended above the ground hundreds of feet. Trust me.

And no, I wasn't on a plane, jet, UFO, or any other flying object. If you're just joining us….well, ok. This might be a tad confusing, might want to go back and read the previous detailed accounts of our lives.

We are what I like to call special. No….special.

Let's just say a typical 15 year old would usually be hanging out with her friends, going to the mall, heck it, playing video games. But no, I had my own form of entertainment. Soaring in the night sky, the wind blowing through my hair, wrinkling my clothes and giving me such a feeling of satisfaction that I wish would last forever.

I might be moving too fast. Don't wanna confuse any of you newbies. Bottom line, we have wings ok? Like, actual wings, with feathers. Deal with it.

Anyways, if you're still confused just…go back and catch up on the fabulous Maximum Ride series. (That's me by the way; call me Max. Came up with the name myself.) Filling you in would take too much time. I'm not a let's-sit-and-have-story-time kind of girl. Wish they'd sell an 'All about winged kids for Dummies.' That would be sweet.

Ok, enough rambling.

I took a deep breath as the cold air cooled my face. Sometimes I felt like I was going to explode. Literally. There's so much a teenager like me can take in her life time. We've dealt with evil scientists, crazy/creepy mutant wolfs (they smelled awful by the way), and dysfunctional robots. And most recently brainwashed children. Typical teenage crisis right?

That wasn't the worst part though believe it or not.

The flock consisted of Iggy (bon cuisinier. That's French by the way. It means good cook. Believe it or not I've learned a thing here and there from traveling all over the world. It's amazing, and I really mean amazing the way he can cook. Side note, he's blind.), Nudge (my little computer hacking pro), Gazzy (the name, unfortunately, says it all), Dylan (winged heart throb hottie….not that I see him…that...way...EHEM), Total (Aka: our talking dog. Jealous?) and Ang-

My breath caught in my throat and I stopped flapping my wings for a second, dropping a bit.

This is where the emotions were just….too much. Too much for my genetically enhanced heart to handle.

Angel had, in a way, sacrificed herself while helping Gazzy detonate an explosive back in Paris, when the whole situation about the end of the world was going on. I'm serious about this end of the world stuff, kids got brainwashed to believe the only way to survive was to kill off all the humans.

The bomb was meant to explode the whole square, full of innocent people.

But it didn't. No at such a large scale at least.

Yet, Angel was gone. No body, no sign of her. Except a bloody shoe.

I hated myself for leaving her down there.

After two days of searching, two days of frantic thought racing through of the endless scenarios that could occur.

I glanced down at my hands, scared from years of fighting, and narrowed my eyes.

No, I thought. There had been no body; therefore, she could still be alive.

I held on to that tiny strand of hope. Held on tighter than crazy glue.

I actually held on to a lot of hope lately. When you're supposed to "save the world" you tended to do that. A lot.

Flexing my shoulders slightly to relax, I began to descend. No time for emotional thoughts. I mean c'mon, I don't want to bore you all with this.

A large shadow suddenly covered me from above.

Great, nothing like some karate-chopping to calm the nerves.

Game on.