A/N: This is my first story! I hope you guys like it! Please R&R

!Jail. There's a reason no one wants to end up in this horrid place. Okay, I know what you're thinking: Maximum Ride is in freaking jail? Yes. I, Maximum Ride, official badass of the world, am sitting on my ass in prison. Surprised? So was I. I mean, yes, I guess I am a pretty violent person, but that doesn't mean I'm a bad person! It just enjoy the rush I get making snap decisions, evading opponents attacks, and putting all of my strength into flurries of punches and kicks. And that doesn't necessarily mean I pick fights with people just for fun either; I do it purely for self-defense, or in a few cases, to defend the weak. Take this incident, for instance. You know, the Incident. The one that landed me in a jail cell where they don't give a rat's ass about your opinion; everyone is the same in Travis County Juvenile Detention: a criminal.

Flashback

Freedom! That was the only word that ran through my stream of consciousness as I pummeled through the massive wave of students towards the exit of the school. Okay, fine, we weren't leaving for summer or anything, it was just a weekend, but enjoy the small things in life, people! 2 and a half days away from this miserable prison is much better than none. Little did I know, the true definition of prison was waiting for me just a few hours ahead.

"Out of my way, peasants!" I barked at the school of fish ahead of me. Almost instantly, the crowd parted as if I was Moses and they were the Red Sea. Works like a charm, I thought with a smirk. Funny how a freshman girl that weighed 105 pounds at 5'9 could have so much power over people. Being the school badass has its perks, even if it means most people are too scared of you to even consider friendship. They were right not to mess with me. Speaking of friends, I had one waiting for me outside. Riiigghht

I casually walked to our normal meeting spot under the pavilion, which was empty. Odd. He's usually here by now.

Just as I began to walk away, I felt a faint prickle on the back of my neck. I quickly straightened and spun around.

"Will you quit that?" I said.

He always seemed to appear like that, silently, like a shadow come to life. Who, you ask?

"Quit what?" he asked calmly. "Breathing?"

At this, I internally groaned and rolled my eyes. "You know what, Fang."

I looked up at my best friend, dressed in his classic black ensemble. He was taller than me, about 6 feet with jet black hair and dark obsidian eyes that could see right through me. When I was 13, I discovered that if you look close enough, there are little gold flecks, like glimmering stars against the dark night sky.

"Whatever Max," he joked with a lopsided smile, and playfully punched my arm as we sat down on one of the pavilions many benches. Any other girl at our school would have probably feinted if Fang had so much as touched her. Speaking of that….

Smirking evilly, I turned back to face Fang. "So, anything interesting happen today?" The death stare he shot towards me in response was priceless. I barely held in my laughter as he began to feed me the latest edition of "Various Sluts and Their Various Ridiculous Attempts to Get Fang's attention".

"Lissa's skirts could double as headbands. Brigid made out with at least 5 guys this week. Trying to get my attention. Girls staring at me everywhere I go," He replied in his usual use-as-few-words-as-possible fashion. Typical.

"Would it kill you to talk in full sentences?" I teased.

"Most definitely," Fang retorted sarcastically. "But I can't walk home with you today Max. I have to babysit Angel and her friends at her "party". Don't ask why I agreed. It was the Bambi eyes. But I'll call you later." Then he slung his (black) backpack over one shoulder and walked to his black bike. I waved at him as he mounted it, and he returned the gesture. Whelp, guess I was on my own today. As I stood to leave, I couldn't help but smirk at the envious glares I was getting from half the girls at the school. I got where they were coming from though. Fang really was pretty damn hot… But he was my best friend, so I never really looked at him that way.

As I set off to walk home, I decided to take this opportunity to get in a nice run. Running was one of my favorite things to do. I poured on the speed, feeling the air rush past me, my sun streaked light brown hair flying into my face. Then, when I knew no one could see me, I closed my eyes and stretched my arms out like wings. The feeling was breathtakingly amazing, like how I imagine flying must feel like. I must have gotten a little caught up in the moment, because when my eyes flicked back open, I was in an unfamiliar cluster of dark alleys.

Shit. I must've missed my turn when I decided it would be a good idea to act like a 3 year old and pretend I was flying.

I was about to turn around go back the way I came, towards my house, when my keen ears picked up a muffled scream. I stopped dead in my tracks, turning towards the direction the noise was coming from. Turning into the alley, I started to pick up faint conversation. The closer I got, the clearer it became.

There was a man's voice, or rather a teenage boy's, and a girl's voice.

"What do you want Ari?" the girl said.

"I told you not to tell anyone about the situation with Ortiz," the boy, who I assumed was Ari, spat at her. "It was none of your business. I had to teach him a lesson."

"By beating him up? He looks like he got ran over by a train! And he didn't do anything to you!"

You go girl, I thought

"He exists. He breathes my air," Ari said. By now, the scene had come into view. Crouching down in the shadows, I saw the girl was about 13 or so and Hispanic. When I saw Ari, I realized this wasn't just some random guy named Ari, it was Ari Batchelder, this jerk that was in my history class. That bitch…

God, I hated all of this strong-picking-on-the-weak crap, and I was sick of it. Creeping out of my hiding spot, I moved silently along the wall towards them. The girls saw me though, and I couldn't risk Ari knowing I was behind him, so I held a finger to my lips. Thankfully, the girl showed no obvious sign she had spotted me except for a barely perceptible nod that Ari never would have noticed.

"So Ella, what do you have to say for yourself?" Ari taunted. "Is there any reason I shouldn't teach you a lesson too?"

"Really Ari? Targeting a defenseless little girl? What a shame. I thought you were all about going for the big guys." When Ari saw me striding towards him, his eyes just about bulged out of his pitiful little head.

"Shut up, Max," he snapped, pulling out a pistol from his pocket. "If you know what's good for you, you better get out of here"

"Cant," I said, walking down the alley to go stand next to Ella. She looked up at me like I was the craziest person who had ever walked the face of this earth. "Actually, I think kicking your stupid butt would be good for me."

At this, Ari laughed, as if I had just told him a joke. That was a big mistake.

I don't know why, but I was much stronger than most people, even some grown men, plus, my dad had taught me the art of street fighting, right before he'd disappeared and never come back.

I was done with this crap. I ran towards Ari, and quickly delivered a roundhouse kick to his chest. Staggering backwards, Ari tried to cock his gun. Emphasis on tried. I was fast. Really, really fast. Whirling around, I grabbed the pistol from his hand and tossed it across the alley. He wouldn't be needing it.

When I turned around, I saw Ella standing there, terrified. She needed to get out of here.

"Ella, run!" I shouted at her. She obeyed immediately. Sadly, I wasn't as fortunate.

AS it turned out, Ari was really strong too. I was shocked by the impact of his punch when it hit me square in the stomach. That gave Ari enough time to snap –kick me in temple. Suddenly, I was seeing stars. But, as my father had taught me, pain is part of the deal, so your only choice is to ignore it if you are to win. Ignore the pain. Ignore the pain. I sent a jarringpunch to his nose and internally smiled as I felt the satisfying crunch of bone under my knuckles, soon followed by gushing blood. But, all this did was piss him off.

"Arrgghh!" Ari cried as he launched himself at me and… tripped. The impact seemed to jar his whole body. Before he knew it, I was on top of him, landing blows here and there. He struggled to push me off of him, but eventually succeeded. Immediately after, he kicked me again, and I grimaced as I heard the sickening sound of my rib snapping. Ignore the pain.

I returned the favor gladly, this time knocking him down to the ground…. Right by his gun. It only took him a split second to pick up the weapon, cock it, and aim it at me.

He was going to kill me. I couldn't die here! Acting on instinct, I delivered a swift, hard kick to him throat. Then his neck snapped. He dropped the gun instantly, and his body went limp.

No, no! I can't have killed someone! I panicked, desperately searching for a pulse. Thankfully, it was still there, but it was very, very faint. I had no choice but to call 911.

The events that happened after this all happened so fast, they blurred together into one. The ambulance came, but so did the police. They took me away in the cruiser. I sat conscious as long as I could, but I could feel my eyelids becoming heavy from the shock and pain, and eventually, the world went black. When I woke up, I was in a jail cell, a forgotten girl in an orange Jumpsuit.

(This is a line. His name is Bob )

I quickly pushed these bad memories out of my mind. I couldn't dwell on the past; I was racing full throttle on a straight path to the future with nothing that could stop me. I couldn't stand another second in this horrendous place. But, thankfully, I'm about to be released. So Westbrook High better prepare themselves, because Maximum Ride is coming back, baby!

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