Warning! This will have spoilers for Fang; don't read unless you expect that. I do not own Maximum Ride. Ok, so this will still have the same characters as my other story, just cause I like them. But the plot will be completely different, mostly...

I, Allyson, regular 14 ½ year old, was souring through the sky, higher than the clouds, freer than a bird, happier than a kid who just won a life time supply of gumballs. I felt my powerful wings moving, pushing me forward.

Looking down, I could see all the tiny patchwork farms with puny people moving around like teeny, squash able, bugs.

But not everything was fun and games. Something was chasing me. I don't know what it was, but it was big and extremely dangerous. I looked behind me again, seeing the big dark cloud that never seemed to leave. I banked right sharply, but it only mimicked me again, just like last time.

It was still a good mile away, but gaining. Last time, it was at least 3.

I was just going into a steep vertical dive of pure awesomeness when...

WHAP! I jerked upright and saw my evil Health teacher, Mr. Patching, staring me down, ruler in hand. The back of my arm stung and when I looked back at it, I could see a large ruler shaped red spot. "we'll Miss Holmes,"

Yes, my last name in Holmes. Yes, like the famous detective. No, I'm not related to him, he's fictional.

"Are you quite done with your nap yet?" he yelled, spraying me with whatever he was eating at the time.

I wiped my face and answered with a glare. I was basically the only one in the class who wasn't scared or kissing up to him.

He just snorted, spraying me again, and lumbered back around to the front of the room.

The thing about Mr. Patching is, even though he teaches about physical health, he's got to be the fattest, most unhealthy and unhygienic man, this side of the U.S.

He's short, way shorter than me. Of course, I'm tall for my age. He's also extremely fat. And there's a reason for that. Unlike most people, he might even be wider than he is tall. He's also way wider than me. But, yet again, I'm extremely thin for my age.

The desks in the room were set up in a large, hollow square. That way when he got up, if he got up, he could walk around in the big walkway around the square and get to any student he wanted without attempting to move through skinny rows of desks.

He rarely got up, even to discipline. And disciplining was his favorite thing to do. Usually when a student 'misbehaves,' he'll just tell another kid, usually a friend of the 'delinquent,' to punch, hit, scratch, or inflict any other kind of pain on him/her. He also loves to eat, that must be his favorite thing to do in the whole wide world. While he was teaching, you couldn't understand him half the time because of all the food in his mouth.

The lesson today was about eating healthy. I sat there and watched him shovel donut after donut in his altogetherly oversized mouth.

"Un sho, ew shtupid shilbren, ew shoul eak wight."

Whatever.

I'm always hungry. My family and school won't get that strait. They refuse to give me enough food to sustain me. Needless to say, I'm sleeping all the time because I don't have enough calories in my diet to keep me awake. Once, I was so hungry, I tried to steal one of Mr. Patching's chicken fried steaks, right off his desk. Let's just say it didn't turn out good. I also have amazing ears, eyes, and strangely, breathing. I never seem to get short of breath. But more on that later.

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At lunch, I got my usual way-to-small meal and went to my usual table. My two best friends, Catherine and Randy (by the way, Randy's a girl. She just doesn't like her real name, Rose. How she got Randy out of Rose, no one knows...) walked up to me, like usual.

"You hungry?" I asked while casually inhaling my sloppy joes.

"we know you are!" replied Catherine with a smirk.

I just rolled my eyes and took another bite.

"sandwich?" I looked over and happily snatched the sandwich Randy was offering me.

I continued to scarf down the meager amount of food I had while the others talked.

"Ally, you've got to stop falling asleep during class, Mr. P is goanna murder you some day." Added Catherine during their conversation.

"yeah, have you seen the way he looks at you. It's like you're some kind of experiment."

Experiment... that's... appropriate.

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So after school, I walked back to my house, changed, and decided to go for a short jog. Of course, a jog for me always ends up in running, then full out sprinting. And my easy sprint was about 50 mph.

Needless to say, I 'jogged' in the woods in my house, not in a busy area where some where a crazy old lady could see me and start running around yelling about aliens. Not like that would happen... that's just silly...

Anyway, back from the past... I mean... possible, very unlikely future, I was running through the trees much like my dream. I was on the ground of course. Last time I had that dream, the creepy dark cloud was far away. And the time before that it was even farther.

Whatever that thing was, I don't want to find out.

Experiment Experiment Experiment Experiment.

That night, I had the same dream again. Every time I fall asleep, it's what I see.

This time, I was having trouble flying. I struggled through a cloud, not able to get out of it. It was cold and wet and altogetherly not fun. But at least it wasn't the bad one, which one was still behind me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it.

Right as my wings started working again, I woke up.

Frustrated, my pillow got a good beating until I could calm down.

Breathe in. breathe out.

Ok Ally, one more time. Just one.

I walked over to my window, which was on the second floor, and opened it wide. In window standards, this one was pretty big. It's basically like a window on steroids.

Stepping through it, a shock of excitement and fear ran through me.

Last time you did this, you sprained your wrist and ankle.

Ignoring myself, I shut the window and climbed up the makeshift ladder I had constructed when this change first appeared, months ago.

Getting up to the top of the roof was easy, even with the strong winds blowing against me. Finally I stood clinging to my cold chimney. .

Off went my slippers for better traction on the icy roof. Then I was running, running as fast as I can to the edge.

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And jumped.

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