Ikay so ever since in the Maximum ride books when they saw a picture of Fang's mom and said maybe she was a tweeker or something. I've always wanted to write a fic about her and what she might of been like.

So here it issss i DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE JAMES PATTERSON DUZ...ect...ect...

My Name is Tabitha E. Parker. My hair is black, my skin is light, my eyes are so dark they look black.

I'm a petite girl of age 24, with a good family, a good neighborhood, and of good wealth.

My name is Tabitha E. Parker, and I am NOT some tweeker that these 'white coated' so called
'scientists' can just kill off.

No, my name is Tabitha E. Parker and I...well I'm the first patient to ever escape the school alive.
My goals...well I only have two and lets just say they've change drastically since I was a little girl and wanted to be a princess.

Number one of my list of goals is find my son...Anthony. Number two...raise hell on the people who took him away from me.

That including the man I love correction loved.

"Hey Spear, I got the stuff you wanted".

I leaned against the wall of the brick alley and flicked away my cigerette.
A man I know very well, wearing a neon green hoodie (even though I told him to wear black and blend in).
And dark jeans handed me a thick heavy file.

I took it from him,

"thanks snake...I mean Marcus".

He looked up at me, the moonlight shining on his green scaled face, his slanted yellow eyes blinked at me. He smiled,

"No problem Tabitha. I...if you ever need just call me kay?" his thick accent drawled out making his words a bit slurred.

I stuffed the file into my black trench coat pocket, and flicked my shoulder-length black hair past my shoulder.

"Thanks Snake...but you know I could never do that. I couldn't do that to you and you're family".

He smiled a sad smile at me, his fangs showing.

"Be careful Dragotsennyĭ kamen".(Precious thing)

I gave him one of my rare warm smiles and just like that the ice broke around us. He pulled me into a warm hug.

"Moya sestra navsegda" (Forever, my sister)

I patted his back then stepped away, he nodded at me and stepped into the shadows as a passerbye walked past.
His glowing eyes were the last to go.

I sighed, stamped out my cigarette and started walking, I pulled the file open to look at my first target.

I snarled, and almost tore through the page.

I stuck the file back into my pocket and kept walking.

Jeb Batchlor...I'm coming for you