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Hello fanfiction readers! This is my first story on this account. I have another account (Fionanmichael go check it out!) and I have many stories on that. I still sometimes write on it, but this is my new main account! Yay! I love Maximum Ride! This is a story I wanted to do and I really hope you like it! Please review! Kisses! :*

~Maxrideandcows~

Disclaimer= I really don't own Max Ride, but I do own this story! Yay! I swear one day James (P.) will let me marry Fang… *sigh*

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-M-a-x-i-m-u-m-RIDE!

Chapter One: My beginning/the boy with the black wings

Maxpov.

I never thought this would have happened to me. I mean how could a girl like me get into a mess like this? It is not fair at all.

I guess I should start at the beginning; explain everything out for you guys. Where should I start? Well, most of you already know this but it has to be said.

My name is Maximum Ride. I am now fifteen years of age, and I am a mutant freak. Yep, no joke. No normal girly, lip gloss and boys teenager. This chick is a kick ass fighter that can kill an assassin with one kick in the face. Sorry about the language, but it is so true. Believe me when you are crafted with avian hybrid deoxyribonucleic acid (for the stupid people that means "birdy DNA"), you can call me and tell me all about how "you are strong too".

I also am the leader of the best kids in the world. Do not get me wrong, I am not some stupid babysitter. My friends, which to me are best definition of family, were infused with the DNA in test tubes as fertilized eggs also.

We have wings and yes we can fly. Flying is the most amazing feeling in the world! It's like…well I can't really explain it. It's like the thrill of falling of the Empire State Building, without being scared. Oh and you don't die. Like swimming out of water. Or some poetic crap like that.

The people in my family are:

Angel, my sweetheart, age 7

Gasman (Gazzy), my little troublemaker- I mean trooper! Umm, age 9…hehe.

Iggy, though blind, is my reality, age 15 also

And fang, my love, life and boyfriend, the same age as me, just by a few months off.

These people are my life. I have been with them since they were born. But no one has ever given you the story of my life at the School. How it all started. Every single day there. The tests, the pain, the shots, the bruises, the jokes (though we shared few), and the friendship, but also some romance.

My name is Maximum ride. This is my story.

-M-a-x-i-m-u-m-RIDE!

I don't remember a lot from the first few months of my life. But though I was only a few months old, I remember everything starting on the day Fang came to me. My wings were just like little chicken wings, and I had only a few hairs on my head. When they dropped another chicken baby into my locked cage, I was so shocked. I had never seen someone as small as I was. We did not talk a lot, but then again, what baby does?

We were always together. When we got shots, we would sit together, and if we were not together we would crawl over to the other, again and again, until the White Coats gave in and we got our way. One time, I heard one of Them say
"I swear, those two will be together forever. It is almost endearing. Too bad they have to die one day! Mwahahahaha!"

Ok, maybe I added the evil laugh, but the other parts are true. The boy with the black wings was my best friend.

When I was seven months and he was five months old, they tested our trust for the first time. By then we could talk, but only simply. They put us on the top of the highest tower. We had not eaten for three days, so they told me I could either have as much milk as I wanted for the month, and let the boy try to fly off the tower after training for flying the first time that afternoon. If I choose to let him not fall, I had to try it.

So of course I choose me falling.

I could not even think about letting them drop the boy out of the sky. Besides, even though we only practiced flying once, everyone there knew I was the better flyer. The problem? I did not get to prep. The head White Coat called me an ignorant child, and pushed me off the top. I was falling so fast, I could not expand my wings. Suddenly, when I was about fifty feet from smashing my baby face in, someone grabbed me and pulled me up so we were floating down slowly. I looked up at my rescuer to find the boy, flying amazingly while holding onto me. When we touched the ground I gave him a hug, and said

"Thank yous boy. I am giving a name for you. You deserves one." I gooed.

"Hmm, how abouts Fangy? Fangs is tough!" I discoved. Fang nodded, being his quiet self. Then we hugged again, before the White Coats came to punish us, because we ruined their testing.

That night we went to sleep with not one lick of food, not one drink of milk, and our stomachs were growling. We tried to lay down in a comfortable position on our stone crib, but the newly painful cuts and bruises from our "punishment" from the White Coats, hurt and stung. We curled up next to each other, cold and without a blanket. I tried to talk to Fang, but it was obvious that he was asleep. I left him alone, but something kept me awake, unable to even think about sleep. I realized that the boy with the black wings and I, were so much closer than we ever were before. Him saving my life, made me like him even more. Maybe we could be like a family. Like a brother and a sister! It would be nice to have someone to call "family". I smiled wide at the thought.

"Fang." I heard the boy muttering in his sleep. I guess he liked his name. I was happy enough with life, but then, they dropped another baby next to us! He was very small, with pretty blue eyes and light blond hair. Here we go again.

Did you guys like it? I really liked it! The next chapter will be about Iggy, obviously. I kinda put a little baby Fax in there, if you did not notice it. So, review?