A/N: Hi everyone! So I'm Theaterlover13, and I love writing. This is my first FanFic EVER. So please don't hate :)
But enough about me.
This is a story about a new girl. Her name is Alex.
(BTW I AM TOTALLY, INCONTESTABLY, AND UNDENIABLY FAX! FAX FTW!) (I am also
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.
Chapter 1: My Gang
Alex POV:
I kneeled, scanning the perimeters. It was time to move. I crawled over to Paige and shook her awake. Her young face seemed to age as she woke, from peacefully two years younger to her usual ten-year-old self. Ten years old was the youngest in our group. Her brown eyes opened and were instantly sparkling.
Paige was my little sister. Her golden hair matched mine exactly, and her brown eyes reflected mine. She sat up, her cute pigtails bouncing, incredibly still intact after sleeping. Her movement awakened Panda, who was a thirteen-year-old girl. She hardly spoke. She managed to not be a tomboy, but also not be a girly-girl. Her green eyes looked up intelligently at me, and I smiled and hugged her shoulders. She pulled her backpack closer and started to brush her short black hair, her eyes still on me.
I turned from her and gave Caramel a little shove, and she meowed and stretched.
Yes, Caramel was a cat. Her brown fur ruffled with the slight breeze and I looked up into the sky. I hoped we could stay ahead of the weather. We would have to start soon.
"Hey." I said, effectively waking up Jitter, who was always alert, even when he was sleeping. He was instantly on his feet.
And hyper.
I ignored him as he bounced over to Key, his brown hair shivering with his quick movements. Crazy kid. But I still love him. I love everyone in my little group.
Key sat up, his black hair a mess. He was just a bit younger than me, and his eyes were black. I laughed internally at his crazy hair.
He glanced across the small clearing at me, and I nodded. He nodded back. Somehow, we managed to know each other so well that we could communicate without words. He knew that we were leaving.
I was the leader of our gang, but Key was my right hand man. He was always ready for anything and I could trust him completely and indubitably. He stood, pulling his arms into his jacket. He was just about as tall as me.
I zipped up my jacket, the one that I loved to pieces. It was large and thick, with two pockets for my hands at my stomach, and two button pockets on my chest. It was a very dark green color. It was my prized possession. Anything else would have been too hard to carry around. We have to travel light. I pulled my backpack onto my back after removing two cans of Ravioli. I tossed them to Jitter, who caught them easily and cranked them open.
"Hey, hey, hey! Save some for us!" Paige protested as Jitter dug in. She had redone her pigtails, and they swung lightly as she stepped forward.
"Don't worry." I calmed them before they could start to bicker. "We have some bread too." I grabbed the bread from Key, who already had it extended to me.
I watched as they attacked their food, only taking a little for myself. I wanted them to have the most. Traveling isn't easy. I could last longer than them.
Hopefully.
Key noticed how little I ate and offered me some of his. But I just shook my head. "Eat it. Traveling takes more out of you than it does for me. And I ate some."
He looked at me disapprovingly. Then he said; "Don't brag. Just because you have wings and all I have is my four paws."
I know what you're thinking. What the hell are these freaks talking about?
Well, you see, we are mutants.
We grew up in this horrible lab called the School. People in white coats (who are called Whitecoats) experimented on us. They held us in cages and put us through hell every day for the first fourteen years of my life. We escaped last year. Every moment in that vile place has blended together into a terrible mesh of hatred, pain, and fear.
Except for ten minutes.
I'm not sure how old I was, but I had awakened to the sound of a cage door opening. I braced myself, trying to prepare myself for the next onslaught of torture, but then I realized that it wasn't my cage that had been opened.
The girl in the cage next to me cowered in the back, her arms crossed in front of her face.
Her name was Max- Maximum Ride.
We talked once in a while, but most of the time when we got back into the cages all we wanted to do was sleep. I knew that she was about my age, and she was like me- she had wings. They were lying out limply behind her.
I looked in sympathy at her situation.
But something made me look again.
The man that had opened her cage was Jeb Batchelder, and behind him stood five barefoot mutants, all of which also had wings. A tall dark one that I knew as Fang, and tall skinny blind boy, Iggy, a shorter girl with brown hair named Nudge, and two little blonde kids, the Gasman and Angel, who were hugging each other.
Jeb whispered to Max- "Come on. We are leaving. Breaking out."
Maximum climbed to out of her cage and I scrambled to the front of mine, reaching out through the front and crying out, "Take me! Please, me too!"
The three of them that were still in the room, Fang, Max and Jeb, looked back. Fang took a deep breath and left the room.
"Don't leave me here!" I sobbed. "You can't leave me here!"
Jeb wrapped an arm around Max's shoulders and led her out of the room.
I will never forget the look of pity in her eyes.
It makes me want to kill her.
But I would have done the same thing. If I would have left a lonely girl if I was in Max's situation.
Key shoved me. "Hey. You okay?"
"What? Oh- oh yeah, I'm fine."
Key, (as always) seemed to know what I was thinking. "Alex. You would've done the same thing. Don't blame Max. And think about now. Just here. With us."
I surveyed our group.
I had wings. Key was an Eraser gone good- he could morph into a giant dog thing. Panda was the same. Normally the Erasers are the bad guys. We have been in multiple fights with them already. Caramel was a talking cat that could grow to three times her normal size. Jitter was… Well, Jitter was jittery. He can run insanely fast, he tells us that he's hit 150 mph, but we don't really believe him. He averages 75 to 90. He also has superhuman senses. If you put him in a crowded area, he can spot a rusty penny on the ground on the other side, he can hear the little girl in the middle crowd when you can't hear her when she's standing next to her, and he can smell hard candy across the whole crowd.
We don't take him to crowded places very much. It freaks out his senses.
Paige was what we call a Patch-up. She was just a bunch of stuff put together. She had retractable claws. She could breathe under water. She could create ice with her hands. She can turn mostly invisible, and if she isn't moving, you can't see her. But if she is moving, you can see a small blur. I think she had some shark DNA in her, because every time she loses a tooth, which is exceedingly often, another one grows back, no matter how many times she's lost a tooth in that place. And they're really sharp.
When we travel, she rides on Key's back, but we've never looked at her like a burden. She's always so helpful.
Key shook out his hair, and I grinned at him. Then I turned to my gang. They were all looking at me. I grinned, and they returned the favor.
"Let's roll."
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