A/N: Explanation time. I was rereading TAE when this idea came to me. I figured we fans deserved to know a little about the flock's time at the School, and since JP sure as heck isn't gonna tell us, I decided to make some stuff up. Some of this is hard evidence from the early books, but the rest is all from my imagination. This story will each be in a different flock's perspective, going from age order (Max to Angel) and telling about their thoughts and experiences. If enough people like it, I'll also add some stuff about the flock's lives with Jeb in Colorado.

Couple notes: At this point, none of the flock have names. They're subjects six to eleven (Max- six, Fang- seven, Iggy- eight, Nudge- nine, Gazzy- ten, Angel- eleven) and also, Iggy is not blind. Yet. His POV will be his "vision enhancement" but before then he's a lot more optimistic. Also, no matter how much this first chapter might hint at it, there will be NO MIGGY! FAX ALL THE WAY! Anyway, tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I am not an idiot. I do not hate the awesomesaucetasticalness of Fax. Therefore, I am not James Patterson and I do not own Maximum Ride.

Copyright: I own this idea. If you would like to use a similar plot, please at least ask permission about it or try to make it different enough that I know you weren't trying to steal.

Anyway, last but definitely not least, REVIEW! Pretty pretty please review! All reviewers get cookies! Enjoy the story!

Chapter One

Subject Six

I heard the cage door rattle. I saw the blinding light, even through my closed eyes. I felt the gentle hand pat my arm and the voice whisper soothingly.

Painfully, I pried my eyes open and instantly winced at the intensity of the light.

"It's alright," a voice whispered. "Get up as quick as you can."

I squinted at the owner of the voice. It was a man in a white coat. Usually, that image alone could've stopped my heart in fear. But this whitecoat was a good one. He cared for me. He treated me like I was normal. He was called Jeb.

Slowly, I sat up as far as I could in my crate.

"Come on," Jeb coaxed patiently. "Come out and stretch your wings."

Wordlessly, I crawled out of the crate as Jeb backed up to give me room. As Jeb watched in secret amazement, I extended my wings.

Jeb smiled and nodded to himself.

My wings stretched long, about the length between my cage and Subject Nine's (A/N: I figure Max has no sense of distance at the moment, but that's about eleven-twelve feet long).

It felt nice to stretch them out, but suddenly, I heard a noise outside and quickly folded them into my back.

"It's alright," Jeb assured me. "They know I'm here with you. I need to take you in for a test, but it won't take long and it won't hurt. Alright?"

I nodded and Jeb took my hand.

As we left the room, I looked into the crates that I passed. Subject Nine's dark hair was twirled around her equally dark finger as she watched me, pity showing in her chocolately eyes.

Subject Eight sat as tall as he could in his crate and smiled encouragingly at me, though worry showed in his eyes. I smiled softly back at him and mouthed, "I'll be fine."

Subject Eight was nice; always happy. I would hate to see the day that happiness was ruined. (A/N: Foreshadowing! Oooooh! Sorry, leaving now)

Subjects Ten and Eleven were next. Since they were both so young and actually related, their cages were linked. Ten cradled his baby sister in his arms. His bright blue eyes shimmered with tears. I felt so sorry for them. Subject Ten was only three; Eleven barely one. I swore to myself that I would someday get those two out of here, if not every one of us.

Lastly, I passed Subject Seven. I didn't understand Seven. He always seemed so dark, so distant. Though Jeb was as kind to him as he was to the rest of us, Seven never showed his thanks, never even smiled.

And though the same expressionless looks were directed towards me right now, it always seemed he was more…interested in me than in anything else. Sometimes it even seemed as though the only reason Seven went through all these tests- the only thing that kept him alive- was me!

I zoomed back to reality when I realized I'd had my eyes locked on Seven's the whole time. Quickly, he broke contact and I turned back to Jeb.

Jeb led me out of the room and down a long hallway, one I had trudged down millions of times. We entered the Blue Room (a room with a bright blue door) and Jeb told me to wait while he got the rest of the scientists.

After a few minutes, the door opened just a crack and a young blonde head stuck itself in.

"Hi," Ari said cheerfully.

I sighed. Ari was only two, just one year older than baby Eleven, but he followed me everything and was annoying as all heck.

To make it worse, Jeb was his father. Jeb was too much like my father for me to think about that without shuddering. There was no way I could ever live knowing that Ari was my brother. (A/N: Haha. Max, what is it with you foreshadowing things today, huh? Oh, wait. I made you do it. Mwahahahahahaha!)

"Hi," Ari said again.

Like I said, he's only two.

I nodded at him and started rubbing a cut on my wrist impatiently. Jeb had said there was a test. He'd promised it wouldn't be painful, but, as much as I trusted him, I had doubts. The tests were always painful. The "tests" were what kept me exhausted, starving, banged up, and always in pain.

They were also what made Ari laugh and had taught him how to clap. You might not believe this, but I kinda wanted to get it over with.

Finally, the doors opened again. Two whitecoats marched inside, shoved Ari back, and stood in front of me.

"Hello my dear," one of them snarled at me, leaning in close. I snapped my jaws at him and he leaped backward, cursing under his breath.

"Stupid experiment," the whitecoat grumbled to his companion.

The other whitecoat patted him on the back while stifling her laughter.

They walked over to a threatening-looking machine-thingy and started pressing random buttons. I was very reassured that they had absolutely no idea what they were doing. (A/N: oh, Max. So young, yet still so sarcastic)

Suddenly, the door slammed open again and a third whitecoat marched in. She gestured angrily at me and the other two taped wires onto my arms. Then the man pressed a huge button and an excruciating pain erupted all through my body.

Spots danced in my eyes as the pain threatened to knock me unconscious. From far away, I heard a slapping sound.

"The maximum setting!" an unfamiliar voice shouted. "I said the maximum!"

The pain increased and the voices sounded farther and farther away.

"Maximum!" the woman screamed again. "Maximum! Maximum!"

A/N: So, I hope you can see where Max got her name from. Tell me what you think so far. If I get at least ten reviews, I'll get the chapter up faster, but…..I…kinda…have to….write it…..first….yeah, I didn't plan this out very well. But anyway, pretty please review, and next, Fang's POV! Yay!