AN: Hey everybody. I'm new here, and this is basically a test. I want to see if I can actually write. At all. And this is the first fanfic I've ever submitted, so if I mess up or can't write, tell me and I'll fix it or something. I only have a limited plotline for this fic, so once I run out, I'm kinda' screwed. If anyone still likes this then (or at all, ever) I can try. I type the way I talk, so some "errors" are there on purpose. On to business...

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, or anything copyrighted that I may mention.

Inner Happy: Yeah, and she/I plan(s) on using any random song that pops up and lots of references and-

Me: Go away. Guys, seeing as there is a lack of MR characters left to kidnap, I'm stuck with only myself to comment. I explain it on my pofile. If they/I cross the creepy line, I can probably keep them away from the keyboard...

IP: Or not...

Me: -sigh- You're right. One note on the story, KSPoV=Katie's subconscious' point of view. Along with her psychic power, she can break the fourth wall, but doesn't know it. This shows up from time to time, but I think it breaks the flow a bit. Also, please help me make sure no one goes Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu, which I have a problem with. Now, because this is too long, "Let's a go!"

(KPoV)(KSPoV)

"Take it to the cryogenic chamber," the Whitecoat turned to us. "Don't worry little freaks. I'll give you time to say goodbye." C'mon guy, just get a little closer 'n' I'll spit that smirk off your face! Wait…cryogenic…freezing…goodbye?! No! The metal door slammed shut, echoing through the room. I looked over to the boy in the cage across from mine. He stared at me in confusion.

"Wha-"he began.

"Cryogenic means freezing, able to freeze. They're going to freeze me in either a room, a tube, or a box," I told him. We had only known each other about 8 months now, but we were good friends. I could tell he wanted me to say that I was joking, that he could go to sleep and wake up with me there, right across the aisle. But I couldn't, and he knew it.

I had only been 3 when my parents died, and he was only 4 now. He was losing someone close to him, just like I did. And just like I did, he would find someone to trust. I had found him, and he would find the girl he would love.

"No, I-n-no. Why? Why you?" he stammered, the words tumbling out of his mouth. The devastation was clear in his eyes. It was time to tell him what I had seen.

"Don't worry." I said in the voice I reserved for telling him about my visions, causing him to look at me hopefully. Good luck with that. "You'll be fine. A few days ago, I had a vision about you. You'll meet someone who'll steal your heart, and it won't take you long to realize you want her to have it. But she…she will take many years to realize she wants you to have her heart as well. You'll be happy."

He stared at me in dismay; maybe he was expecting me to say I'd escape soon. Again: good luck with that. "Katie, no, I-" the metal door whooshed open, like something out of Star Trek. My friend looked panicked. This was it, and he knew it.

I looked at him as the Whitecoat came across the room to my cage. We had never said goodbye, it was too final, he would wave and I would say, "See ya' sometime, kid." Or Squirt. Whichever I felt like at the moment. But not now. "Goodbye, Squirt." I felt the Whitecoat lift my cage off the ground, smelled the extra-antiseptic like smell that came from each and every one of them. As my prison of a dog crate was carried closer to the door, I whispered, "See ya' somewhere." Then, the door closed, and he was gone.

The bleak, white hallways seemed endless. My crate was smooth and cold against my back. Normally, I would give other experiments a smile in passing, and when I didn't, those who had been around a few days and were semi-coherent glanced my way worriedly. Finally, we stopped, and I felt the slight whoosh of air as the door slid open.

Inside, there was a single tube made of glass with a metal top and bottom by the wall. There were metal control consoles, like shiny grey crates with buttons and keypads, connected to it. A group of about 5 or 6 Whitecoats turned to us as we entered. One was fiddling with the controls, making final adjustments, I guess. 'Cause everything has to go just freaking perfect when you freeze me!

The guy at the controls pressed a button and the top of the tube opened. The Whitecoat that brought me there opened my cage and took me out, a lot rougher than need be. Gah. He carried me up a medium sized stepladder, about as tall as me, an average height 7-year-old. He held me over the opening by the armpits, and unceremoniously dropped me in. I hit the bottom with a thud that reverberated throughout my body…yeah, freak-girl reads. I used to be normal, well, normalish. I stood up and just stared into nothingness, I guess it's delayed reaction. I remembered back to the fire. Some kind of freak electrical fire had started in my apartment in New York City. I was a weird 3-year-old, so I was out on the rusty fire escape at 1:00 AM. I was off in my own world and didn't see the flames or smell the smoke until my only way in was unusable. I climbed down the fire escape and ran into the allies. A few days later, an electronics store with the TVs on display had on the news. There was a story about an apartment fire, with 2 adult bodies found and 1 child apparently burned completely to ashes, but no survivors found. I didn't want to go to a foster home or get adopted, so I lived on the streets. I begged and pick pocketed and went dumpster diving. If I had to run from police, or to get away with stuff I stole or pick pocketed, I was a dirty blonde, green eyed blur in need of glasses, food, and clothes. A few days after I turned 7, I had fallen asleep in an ally, carelessly unhidden. I had woken up to a prick in my arm, then went out like a light. When I came to, I was a psychic in a dog crate. The Whitecoats had kept me unconscious for a week while they took me to Death Valley and messed with my brain.

Alright, I had had enough of memory lane. It was getting colder. Soon, I'd be like a TV dinner. The ice began to visibly creep in around me on the surface of the glass. If I thought of something good as I was frozen, I would be thinking a good thought for I don't know how many years.

Allow me to break the fourth wall for a moment. Many of you ultra-shippers out there probably think the boy in the beginning is also an OC. You think you want him and Katie to end up together, but you don't. Trust me.

So I pulled up a memory of my latest vision about my friend. His dark eyes sparkled as they met her brown ones, his hand running through her brown hair as his black hair fell messily into his eyes. Her brown wings and his black wings could be seen sprouting out from behind them. The ice crept in further and I could feel my body slowing down. He leaned in, and as I watched what would someday be their lips meeting, my body froze, and I was gone.

AN: I've been reading fanfiction for a long time, so there's something I've wanted to say for a while...

R&R? Yeah...you saw that one coming. If I made any errors, please tell me. I'm kinda' OCD about spelling, but I can't edit for my life. I don't have anything else typed up yet, but I can try for...a week? No guarantees. I only write/draw when my muse comes to me, so not that often. See ya'.