(Disclaimer: I do not own the masterpiece Maximum Ride, just the main character, Legend.)

Hey anyone out there who actually wants to read something I wrote! This is just an experiment, so please, please review and tell me your opinions! It would make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! P.S. I'm a beginner, so I would love some constructive criticism! P.S.S. Is it P.S.S. or P.P.S.? Oh well *shrug*

~ Bee

"Okay, we're going to put this IV in you all right, Legend?" The doctor standing over me whispered. She had very pale skin and short black hair down her chin. Her face was round with deep dimples on her cheeks.

"Now count backwards from 100 and you'll fall asleep," She murmured softly rubbing my forearm.

"Okay…100…99…98…97…," I started counting down, losing track of the numbers around 95. My eyesight became hazy and my hearing faded. My vision went black as I quickly slipped into unconsciousness.

"Are you sure you did it right? Why isn't she waking up? Shouldn't she be awake by now? It's been three days!" A voice rang in and out of my hearing, sounding like it was talking on a phone. I was so peaceful; I didn't want anyone to bother me. I was in my own little world, completely alone.

"Hmmmfmmmmmhmmmmm," I muttered, trying to roll over. My back ached as if someone had stabbed six knives into my shoulders and twirled them around in there. It took my breath away and I froze mid-movement, shocked from the pain. Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt as if I would puke from the pain.

"Hold on, she's waking up," said the voice, coming closer to me. "Hey honey, how are you?"

It took a while to process what it said, and that it was directed towards me. I couldn't move, or another wave of nausea would flow over me. "Hmmmmm," I mumbled. "It hurts,"

"Oh! I'm sorry, here, I'll help you," She said, putting one hand in the middle of my back and one on my shoulder, slowly lowering me back to the bed.

"My back," I choked, eyes still closed.

"Oh yes, sorry, let me put you on your stomach," She said, rolling me the other way, onto my front side. "I'm so happy you're awake, I was so worried that you were dead, or in a coma or something," she smiled at me and squeezed my arm. "The surgery was a success. You look amazing,"

"Surgery? I thought that it was just a test, to see if I could even have a surgery!" I cried.

"Yes, we did the tests, and took notes, and then we went right on with the surgery. I knew that you could handle it. But it took about twelve hours," she said.

"What kind of surgery?' I questioned, opening my eyes and gazing at my mother, standing above me.

"Well…it was kind of an experiment," she shrugged, as if it was nothing.

"What kind of experiment?" I demanded.

"Well…it was a scientific expirement," she blushed and left the room.

Scientific?

I'm a freak, I thought, glaring into the body sized mirror hanging on the bright white wall. It was actually the only thing on the wall. How could she do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?

"I'm a freak!" I screamed at the woman standing behind me.

My Mother. She didn't even deserve that title. She gave me up to scientific experimentation!

"No you aren't," she cooed, rubbing her hands up and down my arms, an attempt to comfort me. "You're special. There is no one else like you."

I rolled my shoulders to loosen the soreness and she dropped her arms, peering around the large misfits sprouting off my back to look my reflection in the eye.

"That's because I have freaking wings!"

She flinched at my volume, but kept a dumb smile on her face.

"W-why?" I questioned, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Because," she said simply, pivoting to face the other side of the white room.

"Couldn't you have given my super speed? Or spidy powers?" I questioned, refusing to let her ignore me.

My mom and I used to be like best friends. We would do everything together and I could tell her everything. I saw no reason why she would give me up to scientific experimentation. It hurt my heart to think that she just didn't care what happened to me. Come on, Le. Be strong. There is no need for tears. She betrayed you, I thought.

"I'm sorry, honey," She said, still not facing me."But, there is something else I should tell you…something more important,"

"What?" I demanded.

"I didn't actually give birth to you. I donated an egg and the scientists here altered your DNA, giving you bird bones, you know, really light, fragile bones, and air sacs, but they made sure that your wings never grew. I don't know how. They wanted to see if it was possible to surgically grow the wings when you were almost fully developed, at the point where you were close to being fully grown. Thirteen was the age they wanted to go with." I was silent, letting this all soak in…Who was my father? Why did my mom do this? Why hadn't I been told this when I was younger? I was on the verge of cracking, about to explode. I had always been petite. My whole life, I looked anorexic. But the bones and air sacs explained why, at thirteen years old, I only weighed 80 pounds.

"I can't believe you!" I screamed. "I thought I could trust you to understand how I feel, but you just proved me wrong!" I stomped to the door, flinging it out of my way. Yes, I get angry fast, but now I had a reason. I ran down the hallway, my bare feet slapping the floor with every step I took. I couldn't hold it anymore. I wanted to be reckless, I wanted to be bad, and I wanted to be away from this place.

I bolted around the corner, but stopped dead in my tracks. There, at the end of the hallway stood the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life. He was standing next to two scientists staring into space with a blank look on his face.

He was tall, even from far away, and pale. He looked like an angel. His hair was a blondish color, hanging slightly in his eyes. His eyes, though, were his most interesting feature. They looked blue from my distance, and, with my amazing eyesight like a hawk, I could see a glaze over them. Ah, so he was blind. That made sense why the two scientists were looking at me and he wasn't. I bet they thought I was mental or something. After all, this was a hospital/institute thing, there were mental people here.

The boys' gray shirt hung over his jeans and emphasized the toned muscles of his torso. I glanced at his black sneakers, very similar to the ones I had left in my hospital room.

I wanted to meet him, obviously, I mean, who wouldn't? But I had something to do. I had to escape this hell hole.

I sauntered down the hallway, listening to little scuff noise my too long jeans made as the scraped the floor. The tile under my feet sent chills up my spine and goose bumps raised on my arms. My baggy yellow t-shirt wasn't enough to stifle the freeze.

I walked up to the scientists and crossed my arms, clearing my throat.

"Um, excuse me? Can you point me to the exit?" I tapped on a scientists shoulder. He was short and wide, stubby.

"Are you supposed to be out of your room, young lady?" He questioned, crossing his arms.

"Are you supposed out of your room, old man?" I mocked, crossing my arms.

I could hear the boy stifle a laugh as I stared down the scientist.

"Okay, it's time for you to go back to your room. You aren't fully healed yet. Just stay here for a second, okay?" He and his partner walked to a little counter and started talking to the secretary.

"Hi," I said, and the boy turned his head to me, still blind. He seemed a bit awkward, but who knew?

"Um…hi…?" He answered, unsure if he could trust me, probably.

"It's okay, I'm like you," I whispered, trying to comfort him, not sure what being like him meant.

"You are?" He questioned, ducking down to my height.

"Well…I might be…I mean, I'm a kind of experiment product, you too?" I was curious about him; he looked like he had a secret.

"Excuse me, young lady, it's time for you to return to your room now," The scientist shouted from the desk before he could answer.

"Are they holding you here?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to think of it." He laughed

"Well, me too. It was nice to meet you. Do you have a name?" I asked.

He hesitated a little, but said, "Iggy, you?"

"No, my name isn't Iggy," I chuckled. "Bye, see you tomorrow," I reached down and grabbed his hand, he flinched at the touch, and I shook it.

"Come on!" the scientist yelled, grabbing me by the elbow and dragging me in the direction of my room. I turned my neck as I stumbled down the hall. He had his pinky slung through a slightly taller boys' belt loop. The other boy had shaggy black hair, was wearing a black shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. He had a frown on his face as he walked the opposite direction I was, dragging Iggy, talking away, behind him. I giggled at him, and he smiled a little before he turned the corner.

What did you think? Great? Terrible? Boring? Please, please, please review! Wow…I wonder how many times I said please…Six? Seven? Oh well, I'm just a little giddy…

~Bee