Hi everybody! This is my first Fanfiction ever and I wanted to say a little more about the story since there wasn't room for much in the summery. This is a Percy Jackson, Maximum Ride, and Twilight crossover. For the first few chapters there is no twilight, that will come in after I take care of the whole half blood thing. Most of the story I'll let speak for it's self, but I wanted to say that in Twilight, Max will be Bella. It will be her fake name that goes with her knew identity as a demigod. I wanted to say that because I will be going through the book Twilight, and I don't feel like looking at my copy to write every thing down word for word. I'll put in what I remember, but everything else you have to use your own memory for. So don't read this story if you have not read Maximum Ride and Twilight. You don't really have to have read, though it would be better if you had.

It's been a year. A year since I lost all that mattered to me. Those of you who know my story are probably thinking the Flock was killed or some other travesty like that. That's not it. What happened was even worse. They betrayed me. My family, who meant more to me than anything else in the world, kicked me out. And the night they did it, though I wasn't showing anything, I was injured. We had just finished fighting a group of flyboys and I was pretty sure at least part of my wing was broken. But when they all looked me in the and told me they wanted me gone, I turned and flew away without another word. I immediately went into hyper drive and was miles away in a matter of seconds. I only managed flying for a few minutes before my wing collapsed under me. I landed gently, but I knew that it would be at least a few days before I was strong enough to fly again. So I settled in for the night trying to forget why I was in this situation. Failing at that, I instead sat there and cried for for hours on end. My body eventually couldn't support my endless sobbing and I fell into a deep sleep.

In my dream I couldn't see anything but I felt cool of waves washing over my toes and wind blowing through my hair, and I instinctively knew I was on a beach. I was also aware of two people there with me. One had his arm around my shoulders and was holding me to his chest while I cried, while the other was gently running his fingers through my brown hair and brushing it back from my tear stained face. They were both murmuring in my ear that everything would be alright. I don't know why but I believed them and drifted out of my dream and into a more peaceful sleep.

When I woke in the morning I still didn't know who the men from my dream were, but I felt a sense of peace when I thought of them. I couldn't help thinking they sounded just like the voice in my head. I shook my head to clear these thoughts, and began searching for something to eat. I was still to miserable to do that kind of serious thinking. I was just lighting a fire to cook the fish I had caught, when I heard something behind me. I was up, facing that direction, and in a fighting stance before a normal human could have blinked. What I saw made me gasp. I was facing dozens of Erasers and more were landing every second. I did the only thing I could do. I took of running as fast as I could in the other direction. Even with the entire Flock by my side we wouldn't have been able to take the hundreds of Erasers arriving. I cursed my wing as a ran, wishing I could do an up and away because there was no way I could out run these guys. Still I ran on, forcing my legs to move faster than they ever had before. I had only been running for just over a minute when I was tackled to the ground. I immediately rolled over and kicked the brute off of me before standing up and fighting for my life. The fight ended when I was hit over the back of the head and everything went black.

I woke up in a dog cage back at the place I hated most in the world. The place I spent the first ten years of my life. The same place I am right now. The school.

A lot has happened during the past two years. Every day I have been taken for testing and experimenting. Everyday I have been put through more torture. I thought this place was bad when I was little, but that was nothing compared to now. Now my body can take a lot more pain without dying. Just yesterday I was taken for another tolerance test. The white coats wanted to see how much pain I could endure before I broke. Let's just say the whitecoats finally stopped when they realized I would die if the did anymore damage. So here I am thinking about my life, seeing as I still can't move most of my body. I had thought nothing could hurt me worse than the Flock's betrayal, and I was right, but yesterday was so close to it that I wonder how I still have my sanity. That's it, I can't take in any more. I need to escape.

One month later. . .

Ha! I can't believe it! I'm free! Just for the heck of it I let of a scream of pure delight. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I just escaped that hell whole I call the School. I was a lot easier than I had ever thought it would be. See, a few months back I found I have the power of shape shifting. Kind of like Angel, but a hundred times stronger. I managed to keep this a secret from the whitecoats, only practicing with it when I was sure I wouldn't be seen. Like I said it was easy to escape, all I did was knock out the erasers who came for me and transform myself to look like one of them. Then I just walked out the front door.

Now back to the matter at hand, I need to find some food. At the moment I'm flying over a cloud bank so I can't see the ground below. I sigh, through the clouds it is then. I pull my wings in, angling into a steep dive. Uh! I hate flying through clouds! The only time I can't just fly around them, it's usually raining under them. Sure enough, I emerge soaking wet from cloud only to have even more water pouring down on my back. Well it won't do any good if I change my mind now. Let's see, anywhere to eat down there? Nope, just a forest. At least I have somewhere I can settle into for the night. I pull my wings all the way in and angle into a another steep dive. I land with a grace rivaling that of any bird and immediately begin foraging for food. Sigh, nothing. I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow.

I was just about to jump into a tree to settle down for the night, when I heard a loud growling. What's it with me and weird sounds? I was instantly tense and ready for a fight. I looked around me cautiously, trying to find the source of the sound and my breath caught in my throat when I saw a back shadow watching me from the bushes. The growling got louder and suddenly the creature leaped at me, knocking me to the ground. I pulled my feet up under me and kicked in the chest sending it flying back a good ten feet and into a tree. I stood up quickly and launched myself into the air but before I could clear the tree line I felt a searing pain run across my wings and back. I crashed to the ground, fighting back a scream. Pain is just a message Max, pain is just a message. I forced myself to stand and hold my ground as my head began swimming. Then black spots swam before my eyes and I was vaguely aware of falling. From my place on the ground I saw the shadow approaching me slowly, seeing no reason to rush the kill. I was defeated. Even if I had the strength to fight the creature, I had lost too much blood. The great Maximum Ride was as good a dead. I closed my eyes ready to surrender to the darkness trying to overwhelm me.

'Don't you dare close your eyes Maximum! Open them back up right now!'

'Why voice? It hurts when I'm awake. It's too late to do anything about it anyway. . .' I let my words fade away, but I opened my eyes anyway. The voiced just sounded so. . . I don't know, desperate.

'Don't give up hope Max.' The Voice sounded gentle, caring, 'help is on the way. Just stay awake till then and you'll be fine.'

I could hardly make sense of the words, but some how they gave me comfort anyway. My eyes were starting to drift closed again when I heard sound that make me think of a sword being drawn. I snapped my eyes open in time to find a dark figure approach the shadow. Seeing the figure, I instinctively began using my shape shifting skills to draw my wings into my back.

'Maximum Ride, don't even think about hiding your wings! I mean it! Nico is the one I sent to help you!' I winced at the furious voice, of well, the Voice. It was loud enough my poor head was echoing. As I watched 'Nico' stabbed a midnight black sword through the shadow, and the creature disintegrated into golden dust. If I had the strength I would have been gawking. Instead I felt my eyes slipping closed yet again. The last thing I was aware of, was 'Nico' walking my way and asking me if I was alright.