A/N: I got this idea back in April but finished writing it yesterday. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. If I did, Fang, Iggy, and I would be having tons of fun right now(; They belong to James Patterson.
It was dark out, the sky feeling heavy on Angel's fragile, five-year-old shoulders. It had rained all day, and dark clouds still hung overhead. No stars tonight. But she had to make her wish the same way she had in the nights before, then maybe, at last, it would come true.
Angel crept onto the deck of the E-house, looking up at the night sky. She took a deep breath and launched herself into the cool air. She pushed herself higher and higher up, her pure white wings strong and light and free. She finally passed the cloud-line, her wings and clothes were damp from the chilly clouds, but the sight was completely worth it. Now that she'd passed what had been blocking her view, the black velvet sky was pinpricked with a billion specks of light.
She picked the brightest star that she had been wishing on for the last two months. "I wish I could meet my mommy and daddy," the toddler prayed to her wishing star. "I wish that they will like me the way I am, even though I'm different, and protect me from the erasers and make the mean scientists leave me alone, and leave Max and the others alone too," she finished. She smiled, convinced that if she wished hard enough it would happen.
She flew back down to the house and crawled into bed, dreaming of the day her wish would come true and she could stop running and be safe.
Four years later
Thinking back to happier times, Angel remembers making that same wish every night when she was younger. She wished that to the stars almost every night until she'd found out her parents had sold her to the school to be experimented on. Knowing the experiments would cause her pain. Knowing she may die. Knowing they would never see her again. They didn't care. They never did. All they cared about was that money being in their filthy, greedy fingers. It was foolish of her to think, even at that age, that they could keep her safe. They were the ones who made her unsafe to begin with.
So now the question was why she had wanted to find them so badly. Why she went through the trouble to track them down in the first place. Why she had flown to Texas alone, all the way from Florida, to see the slime she was ashamed to call her parents. And now, here she was, in San Antonio, standing at their doorstep, terrified to knock. You've faced way worse, Angel, just do it. Do it so you won't be curious anymore and you can finish this business and put it behind you for good. She thought to herself.
All the possibilities of what could happen when she knocked on that door started swimming through her thoughts. She found it increasingly difficult to convince herself to do it. But she'd come this far and wasn't about to turn back. She took a deep breath and rapped on the door three times, she only stood there for about thirty seconds before the door creaked open.
A/N: And no, this is not unfinished; it's open-ended. You decide how it ends. Sorry guys, I was having immense writer's block at four am. Reviews make me happy, if you have an ending to this story, let me know what you think would happen once the door opened.