Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
"I'm scared, Lyght," he whispered. "I don't want to leave you."
"I don't want you to leave, Dyl, but you have to. It might be your only chance to get out into the real world," I whispered back, tightening my fingers around his in the dark room. We would have been closer, if not for the separate cages we were in. Then the door at the end of the room opened, and lights flickered on, illuminating his wavy blonde hair and light blue eyes.
A whitecoat walked up, and looked in his cage. "Alright, buddy. Let's go," he said, unlocking the cage.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Just a few tests, then you're off to the Flock," the whitecoat replied cheerfully.
"Dylan, don't forget. I love you," I said, pressing my face against the bars.
"I would never. I love you," he said as he was carted away.
It has been a three years since that horid day, and I haven't seen him.
-(My wicked line)-
I loved flying. The way the wind whipped through my hair and ruffled my wings. The sights, the sounds, the feel. I was free in the sky.
I flipped, and let out a laugh. Then my stomach growled. Breakfast, I thought. I dropped down into the woods that surrounded the little town I had just flown over. I walked through the woods, tucking my wings in.
I walked up to a little diner, and sat down in a booth. A waitress walked up. "Is it just you, sweetheart?" she asked.
"Yup."
"What can I get you then?" she asked, pulling out her notepad.
"Um, an omelet, some toast, a biscuit, and a bowl of cereal," I said.
"That's a lot of food. Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes. My mom and dad are on a mega diet, and making me do it too. And I'm talkin' a piece of lettuce and glass of water diet here," I said, using the same excuse as always.
"Alrighty then, it's coming right up." I waited, watching all of the people in the diner. I caught sight of a group of teenagers that had walked in right behind me. I studied them closely.
There were three girls, and three boys. The oldest girl, who looked vaguely familiar, had brown hair, and chocolate eyes. She was tall and lean. Then again, they all were. The next girl was African American, and seemed to be talking the ears off of the oldest girl. The youngest girl, a blonde haired blue eyed angel, was having a one sided conversation with a small black scottie. The youngest boy, who could have been an older brother to the youngest girl, was talking to a boy with straight blonde hair and blue eyes that stared off into space. I think he was blind. The last boy, I recognized, but he couldn't be..
"Dylan?" I called, looking at him. He turned to face me. I stood and walked over to the group.
"Dylan? Do you know her?" the oldest girl asked. He cocked his head to the side, focusing hard on my face.
"I'm... not sure," he said, frowning.
"Dyl, we've known each other since birth. You and I lived next to each other forever. And up until three years ago, we were dating. You have to remember. You promised before you moved that you would never forget," I said, frowning slightly. What had gotten into him?
"You must be thinking of a different Dylan. I'm sorry," he said, turning back to his friends.
"No, I'm sorry. You just look a lot alike him," I said, walking back to my booth. I downed my food as fast as I could, threw down a few bills, and ran outside. I darted into the woods, and ran to the place I had landed. I opened my wings, and picked out a stray leaf.
"Told you, Iggy," a sly voice came from behind me. I whipped around, my arms snapping up into a fighting position. I saw the kids from the diner. The little girl was smiling.
"Okay, I should have known better than to bet against you. Now will someone please describe her to me?" the straight haired boy whined. I shot up, knowing I had to get out of there fast. My grey wings pushed hard down, lifting me away.
"Wait! Come back!" a voice yelled. I just pumped my wings harder. I could never return to that town, for they knew my secret. They knew I wasn't human. At least, not one hundred percent human.
Suddenly, there was a form in front of me. "And where do you think you're going?" the oldest girl asked, flapping her wings in sync with mine.
"Apparently I'm going with you. And I know, anything I say and do can be used against me in the court of law," I said, mockingly putting my hands out in front of me. "Go on, cuff 'em."
"Just get your butt down there," she said. I dove down, and stood, arms crossed, scanning the group. Were they all bird kids?
"Yes. And we know about three more," the little girl said, sitting down next to her dog.
"Three? I thought it was only two!" the dog said. Wait, the dog?
"There's Fang, Maya, and then the girl we let lose at the Institute. Oh, wait. We didn't get you until after we let her go," she explained.
"Wait, you mean the Institute of Higher Living? When did you go there?" I asked. I may have just found my saviors.
"Um, three years ago. Why?" the youngest boy asked.
"I was set free three years ago. From the Institute. By a group of flying kids," I said.
"Wait... Lyght?" the dog asked.
"I know you?" I asked back.
"Yes, you do. But back when we were in the Institute, I had no wings," he explained. I rolled my eyes.
"Geez. And here I thought you'd still be a drama queen," I laughed.
"He is," Dylan muttered.
"You're only saying that because of Max," the other older boy said.
"Wait, okay. Let's do introductions. And no fake names, please," I said, throwing up my hands.
"Okay, I'm Max," the oldest girl said.
"Gazzy," the youngest boy said. I looked over at Max, and she gave me a you'll-find-out-later look.
"I'm Nudge. Where did you get those shoes? They are totally cute. Oh, and that's what we call our dog. Total, not cute. But his is really cu-" the African American girl said, getting cut off my Gazzy putting his hand over her mouth.
"Iggy," the other boy said, sighing.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Angel," the youngest girl said, smiling sweetly at me.
"And you apparently know my name," Dylan said, his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, I guess I do," I replied.
"Awkward," Iggy sang. He had a smile on his face.
"So, what now, Max?" Dylan asked.
"I guess we join forces," she replied.
"Nope. We just keep in mind that we are not enemies and go our separate ways," I said, opening my wings.
"Why? Wouldn't we do better together?" Nudge asked.
"Because, I have to find Dylan. He is the love of my life," I replied, lifting off. There was no doubt in my mind where he was, though. And I was leaving him behind.
Gasp! Is our Dylan really her Dylan? Yes? No? Well, review!
_Isabelle_
