A/N: This is my first fanfic and I'm kinda new to the whole system, so bare with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own maximum ride. If I did, the fourth book would never have been made with such a ridiculous plot. (No offense to those of you that enjoyed the story.)
Sitting at my vanity in my new, snazzy dressing room, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened had the rest of the flock survived…
Flashback:
"Max! Look out!" Angel yells down to me as a flyboy attacks me from behind. I throw a roundhouse kick in his gut and the once airborne chunk of metal falls to the ground with a loud thud. I look around to see Iggy torn up and tired, Nudge barely holding her own but trying to help Gazzy, Angel slowly loosing altitude and Fang…nowhere. This is not good. "Max!" I hear again, and turning around see Angel falling out of the sky so fast I couldn't catch her. As I slowly lost sight of my baby, everything went black.
I woke up in a white room. Not a good sign when you're a mutant bird kid often subject to inhumane testing by crazy-ass scientists in lab coats. As I slowly sat up, scanning the sealed room that had no windows (smart move on their part,) it occurred to me that none of my flock was here with me. Usually, they stick me in a white room with the rest of my family. "Max," An all-to familiar voice greeted me in a bitter-sweet tone. The voice came from none other than-you guessed it- Jeb. "I'm so sorry." He said after I continued to ignore him. Apologizing mad scientists are not a good thing. What happened? "Why are you sorry? Do you finally feel remorse for all the torture I've been put through my entire life, and the things that I've had to deal with? Or is there something else?" I ask sarcasm and malice dripping from every word. Despite my tone of voice, I was both extremely curious and scared to find out what he really was feeling sorry about. "We couldn't help them…they were going so fast…" Hold the phone. What? "Couldn't help who? Who was going so fast? What the hell are you talking about?!" I yelled, confused and, frankly, annoyed. "The-the flock, Max. They're gone. Dead." My flock? Gone? For good? This cannot be happening. Of all that's ever gone wrong in my insanely messed-up life, this could not happen. "If you're lying to me I swear to god…" "No, Max. This is real. It's not a test. See for yourself." And with that he showed me to a window right outside my cell (yes, that's what I call it,) and I could see the battleground where we were fighting the flyboys. There lie five bird kids, all motionless and lifeless. Oh. My. God.
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