Iggy, what happened to you? You were never a murderer. You were far from it…and now, here we are, hiding from you in fear…those that are left of us, that is. Can't you see what the School has done to you?
Hey look! A new maximum ride story! I literally just started this on a whim. I've really gotten into the "horror/insanity" thing with characters, and usually it's with my fave characters, so expect some freaky stuff. So anyway, quick prologue type dealio, so please enjoy!
I OWN NOTHING MAXIMUM RIDE RELATED. Though I wish I did…
The wind always felt great when it's slipping in between my midnight feathers as we flew through the air at top speed. My hair whipped around, occasionally blocking my sight, but I didn't care. It was a clear day out, not a bird in the sky, so I had no worries on crashing into anything. We –being the six of us, plus a dog- were staying in a somewhat formation as we sailed to our next destination: Minnesota. Or Minne-SNOW-ta, as some of us preferred to call it. Why were we going there? I wasn't entirely sure, it was all Max's idea. Something about how we've gone everywhere else and how she wanted to see the Mall of America…or something like that. I wasn't paying much attention at the time. Maybe it was the voice in her head that was telling her to go there. But honestly, don't know don't care.
I glanced around me, looking at the rest of the flock. Maximum Ride in the lead, listening as Nudge yaps away on a topic that jumped from place to place, as per usual. To my left were Angel and her magic talking dog named Total, conversing quietly and giggling now and then. They were probably gossiping about the rest of us in the flock. To my right were the Gasman, AKA Gazzy, and Iggy. Iggy had Gazzy's hand, using him as a guide as they flew. Occasionally Iggy let go, but when we changed direction Gazzy regained the grip he had before.
I suppose that leaves me last for the introductions. I'm Fang, third oldest along side Max and Iggy. The flock and I grew up in a science lab known as the School, where the White Coats experimented on us, giving us out amazing wings. The wings we could easily live with. The only one permanently damaged by the School was Iggy, seeing as they blinded him in an experiment to enhance our sight at night. You may have noticed that my introduction of myself was barely about myself. I guess there's really not much to say about me. Oh well, you'll just have to live with it.
"Hey guys!" Iggy suddenly called out. All our attention snapped to Iggy. "I hear something headed out way!" he shouted over the wind.
"What's it sound like? A bird? What kind of bird? A robin? Eagle? Hawk? Is it small or big?"
"Nudge, it's not a bird," Iggy said. We all went quiet so he could listen, which, believe me, was a huge feat for Nudge. A short minute passed and we never tore our eyes off Iggy.
When he spoke, all our nerves shot up, adrenalin pumped through our veins, and we nearly froze midair. "A…missile…?"
That's when we heard the high pitched whistle. And that's where the world went black for us.
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