A/N Hey, hey.

Yeah, yeah I promised I wouldn't be on here, but I wanted feedback on my story. Warning: The original characters were not Max and Fang, so if they seem a little OOC, it's because of that. But they're pretty similar.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except my OC's. I love my OC's. :)

Prologue

I watched as the leaves blew from the tree falling oh so delicately onto the ground so far below, as if in another universe, and threatened to rip away the last of my life I had ever known.

I stood, on the brink of escape and life, of torture and bliss, of ignorance and reality; of life and death.

With arms raised, I hesitantly took a stumble forward.

And

Fell

To

My

Impending

Doom.

MPOV

"Did you get the stuff?" I asked, not daring to look up from our dinner until I was sure he had confirmed what we need so very much, for if I saw the tiniest bit of guilt of failure, I would snap. More accurately, I would snap him like a twig.

"Why, Max, I never knew you were one to ask for 'stuff'", he retorted practically shoving that smirk he was most definitely wearing on his face into his irritating words.

He tossed a worn burlap sack onto the dirt directly in front of where I sat "crisscross-applesauce" and I finally snuck a glance at my annoying dork of a partner, my eyes screaming gratefulness for the supplies but a hint of irritation for not giving me an excuse to kill him.

Damn it, I really wanted to kill him.

"Max, will you lay off the glare for a bit, I want to eat in freaking peace." he merely responded not even bothering to flick a look my way and nonchalantly grabbing a piece of fried whatever-it-was for dinner today and shoving it in his mouth like a teenage pig.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him, using the surprise attack to barbarically snatch the piece of meat (hopefully it was meat, I was starving) and tear off the flesh with my own sharp teeth before he could retaliate.

"Did I not just say I wanted to eat?" he said his mouth open wide as if he couldn't believe what I had just done. I guess to teenage guys food and girls with no moral values were of the utmost importance to them. I messing with one of the two treasured items was just an unspeakable crime.

You would've thought that after years of being acquainted he would have realized that I didn't care.

"Fang," I began mimicking his tone, and tilting my head to the side causing my blonde hair to fall not so elegantly in my face, "did you not just witness these past few years of our life that I really don't give a bird's poop to what you want?"

Fang just glared at me with those deep black eyes, and I smirked back, my daily quota of irking my best friend fulfilled.

As Fang made to close his pudgy fingers (not really, his fingers were long and lean much like him. Apparently they were "artist" fingers. Imagine my shock when I figured out the idiot could draw…) around one of the several remaining pieces of dinner, a long beep that sounded much like a car horn emitted from somewhere across the dark street where we were camped out.

Immediately our eyes met, and I nodded preparing to execute the single most important line I would ever say in my life (or maybe I mean day) with poise and the right amount of hard-heartedness.

"It's go time."

With that, I grabbed the burlap sack, shoved the unidentified meat into my back pocket (it would still be edible) and ran out of the area with a tired, rowdy, yet determined expression on my face.

Fang simply put out the meager fire that had taken me over an hour to start (I ended up using matches…) and followed silently behind me like the faithful sidekick he was, muttering something about how cliché I was and that I was a drama queen.

Silly boy, didn't he know that I was already occupied as one of those bad secret agents and couldn't possibly be a queen for I was way too awesome to ever be accepted into a kingdom?

Boy has a lot to learn.

"Now Fang, I understand you're just a rookie," I said flipping my dirty-blonde, medium length hair behind my shoulder and walking straight ahead, expecting the black-eyed boy to listen to my inspiring and surely life-changing speech, "but since you're the only agent available today, let me make this clear. Today's mission will involve a lot of death, destruction, and blowing up. Many valiant and innocent people will die today. You will feel grief and guilt. But that's part of the job! Normally it takes people about a year or so to overcome their emotions and become one with the force, er, task, but since I was a special case and was promoted to leader within a mere matter of months, it is possible that you may be able to prove your worth as well. Of course I had looks and- "

"Max. I don't understand what's so hard about crashing a teenage party without telling our parents about it. It's hardly a mission, let alone one that needs such a climatic build-up.", he interrupted, and quite rudely I may add, while blindly following me like the light that brightens every inch of his life and texting away on his phone.

"Faaaannnggg," I whined, kicking his shins. "You weren't supposed to talk about it! Remember, that's why we set up a camp and all that and why we're eating KFC on dirt pretending that it's like animal meat or something, and that's why we have a burlap sack. It's also why I'm dressed in all black and you are too. You were supposed to keep up the pretense of the super duper secret agent act! Thanks a lot Tallers. You know what? You're fired from your freaking job. That's right soldier you're going home." I ended, my disappointment turning to annoyance, what else is new really, and folding my arms across my chest.

With an audible "Harrumph" and another kick in his shin, I stalked away, angered by the fact he couldn't even play along.

"Max.", I heard him say, his voice apologetic.

"Uh, uh. I'm not talking to you Fang." I retorted, marching ahead, the huge mansion filled with bright unnatural lights at eleven P.M looming closer ahead.

"Max."

"Nuh-uh."

"Max?" he tacked, trying for a sweeter tone.

I just kept silent.

"No offense Max but don't you think we're being a little immature for teenagers of sixteen years of age?"

I spun around, my eyes wide at his atrocity for speaking such words.

"How. Dare. You? " I whispered dramatically, on the verge of emitting an ear-piercing shriek.

Hey, he was the one who planned how to steal an ice-cream from the ice-cream truck for free for a month before I just walked up and bought one for him.

He just grinned, punching me on the shoulder. "I knew that'd get your attention. I didn't need to do that of course, since you were undoubtedly falling for my sexy voice anyway."

… Idiot.

Usually in time of desperation when I'm so shocked I have nothing to say, I have two natural approaches.

1. I speak my mind.

2. I fill up the space with random comments that are usually insulting to the person in question.

Today, I felt more like a number two and didn't really have anything on my mind this late at night. I mean who has a party at eleven you know?

"Fang, I know that America allows any person to live here no matter how ugly they are, but you're totally abusing the privilege." I stated, matter-of-fact.

"Max, just because you need to fill up random space does not mean that you can insult me and my undoubted beauty."

"You wish you had beauty." I retorted, keeping my amusement that he had figured out the point behind the comment on the down-low. I couldn't let him know that he actually amused me could I?

"That's the best you could do?" he scoffed.

"That's what she said!" I sang, clapping my hands together gleefully and throwing my head back to emit weird sounds of laughter when the thing that was walking side by side with me slapped his forehead with gusto.

"Even your laugh is weird Max."

"Do you really want to start this again Fangy boy?"

"… Have I told you how much I hate you?"

"I love you too m' darling."

"Well I don't."

"Don't deny your undying passion for me. No one can resist the beauty that is Maximum Ride." I exclaimed holding my head up high.

Fang just shook his head and sighed. "I give up. You're just too full of yourself."

"Well of course I'm filled with myself stupid; I'm not going to be filled with you. Gosh grow some brains will ya?"

He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Doesn't even understand a goddamn figure of speech… worse than mother… my KFC…"

Times like these make my life worth living.

I just grinned and ran the rest of the short distance to the door of the house, nay mansion.

Heck, even the word mansion is a disgrace to the size of the place.

"Holy Lard, this place could fit a herd of elephants jacked up on tuna, the entire car museum down the street, the Playboy mansion, the white house residents, and the large-ass supply of food we have down at my house." Fang gasped, staring at awe.

"Don't forget the whipped cream." I whispered, suddenly getting the butterflies. Damn butterflies, fluttering around my stomach. Don't they know home is, like, in a green meadow next to a garden of flowers or whatever?

He simply nodded in response and we both shared a look of anticipation and excitement.

"Ready soldier?" I asked, trying to save the pretense of our mission.

"Ready Ma'am." He responded and then he reached his long idiot artist fingers across me and rang the doorbell.

And chaos exploded likes bacon bits after shoving them into the blender.

Just kidding! No one actually answered the freaking door because the music was so loud that you could hear the bass from the street over.

The only reason Fang and my ears weren't bleeding to their death was because we were such avid music listeners and chose to turn the volume on our headphones so high that it could actually rival the Bose sound system.

Supposedly you could go deaf or something, but that's just a warning.

I rolled my eyes at Fang and just slammed the door open and stood there in the doorway with my arms spread out and a grin on my face, expecting the surely drunk party-goers to stare at my dramatic and flawless entrance.

They didn't bat an eye.

"Max, you need to stop being such an actress." Fang said ducking underneath my arm so he could enter the hallway, which, by the way, was as big as my house alone.

I'm scared to see the bedroom, and not just because it's filled with some particularly excited teens either.

Shoving my way past the quite disgusting manner of the crowd and ignoring Fang's snarky comment, I almost shrieked in frustration at the possibility of having only Fang's face to stare at throughout the whole mission, since I couldn't find any one of my other dearly beloved friends.

And yes, I did have friends and only one of them was imaginary.

I huffed, angrily tapping my toes and crossing my arms across my chest, I barely noticed the appearance of a certain black-haired idiot appear next to me.

Yes, he was black-haired and dressed in all black all the time. And yes, I relentlessly teased him about it all the time. Society says we shouldn't stereotype like that, but society was also the one that decided that Justin Bieber was the new Romeo. Would you trust anyone who was stupid enough to think that? I think not.

"You look beyond pissed, but when are you not?" Fang whispered into my ear, startling me from my reverie.

"Gosh darn it Fang, I was in a good day dream!" I scowled, punching him on the arm, and scowled deeper when I realized the blow to his arm wasn't strong enough to knock the drink he was holding in his hand.

It was only soda; we weren't stupid enough like the rest of the teenage population to risk our health.

That and we were totally dead if our parents found out.

Fang took a step back and grinned, the gesture not unusual to his face. He was quite the optimistic person, much to my dismay because I was very much the pessimist.

"We're such opposites," I said amused, voicing my thoughts out to no one in particular; it made me feel as if I was a darn genius. "I mean you're all gung-ho and I'm all chill, and you're weird and I'm cool, you're quiet, I'm loud, you're ugly, I'm hot… It's as unlikely for us to be friends as if the Europeans were acquainted with the French."

Fang looked at me with a stare that screamed you're not serious are you? Which, personally I didn't get.

I mean it was a very dignified speech I just uttered back there.

"Honey, the French live in Europe." A girly voice that I was totally accustomed to said behind me suddenly, interrupting Fang and I's stare-down.

I jumped about a mile in the air and placed a hand over my heart. "Alex!" I began dramatically, earning rolled eyes from the short brown haired girl in front of me and an exasperated sigh from Fang, " My poor, undeveloped heart! I'm afraid your unexpected presence took away the last of my breath, the last beating of my heart! Alas! I must die! Hopefully you will not live with too much guilt of your murder, and I will try my hardest to not haunt you after my journey to the Underworld, but ghosts are just so very hard to control nowadays! No sense of discipline whatsoever, ah where was I? Yes, my death-"

"If you're going to die can you get it over with? I want the red convertible from your will already." Fang interrupted.

I narrowed my eyes, shooting daggers at him; unfortunately he was so used to my death glares that he was able to ignore them.

"No one interrupts my speeches. And sure as hell not two times in a day. HEADS WILL ROLL." I shrieked menacingly (is that even possible?) earning a flinch from Alex.

"Maybe you should start running?" Alex suggested, whispering totally conspicuously to the boy with the lack of common sense. And table manners. Have you seen him when we have bacon for breakfast at my house?

Fang scoffed. "Run from this girl? She's the one who takes forever in the morning when I'm waiting to drive her to school, and ends up sauntering out the door wearing a sweatshirt and jeans."

Debating over whether I should hit him harshly for his comment on my clothes or the fact that I sauntered out the door to his beat up car every morning, I was just about to swing, when I noticed Fang had turned his attention elsewhere.

Rude.

But I was shocked to see his face turn pale-white, and his eyes widen, exposing the feverent anger and rage that so quickly took over his body, causing every limb to shake. He was, to sum up, quite scary.

I had never seen him like this before, save the time when I convinced the student body he peed in his pants, and we'd been friends since birth.

His fists clenched and unclenched by his side and his breathing was deep and ragged. Following his eye's direction where his gaze was probably penetrating the object with laser-like accuracy, I settled upon Jimmy, Alex's ex-boyfriend who was really quite a sweetheart, when he wasn't obsessing over his football skills that is.

" He isn't supposed to be here." He hissed under his breath, not aware that I could hear.

"Who?" Alex asked totally oblivious to the fact that Fang was experiencing some sort of mood swing or guy form of PMS right now.

He snapped his head to our direction and his gaze softened considerably when he became aware that Alex and I were with him. "Nothing. "He muttered too quickly and too softly for me to believe him.

Another tip that something was seriously off was what happened right after.

He looked straight into my eyes, and spoke calmly, but I could detect the undercurrent of, was it fear?, in his voice that was so familiar to mine. "Hey, Max, I got a text from Ma, and I got to go home before she figures out we aren't actually at the carnival all right? And if she does find out… then that'll probably explain my absence for the next few days." "If she finds out that is." He tacked on hastily, almost as if he was trying to cover something up…

"What? Fang! You can't leave me here, we were on a mission!" I trailed off when I saw him anxiously leave the hall.

"Well that was weird." Alex said, trying to clue in on what was going on by looking expectantly into my eyes. I shrugged in response.

I knew as much as the next person. This annoyed me. I mean if we were best friends, practically siblings, then didn't I deserve to know what was going on?

My thoughts were filled with his hast exit, the shocking hatred toward a sweet, if not obnoxious at most, guy. He usually left with me and never without his intricate handshake with Alex.

Something was dead wrong. And I was determined to find out what was going on.

Oh lord. My life is a cliché movie.

A/N How do you like so far? If the characters seemed a little off, it's because it's an original story that I'm formatting to fanfic. Voice your opinions in a marvelous review! And I'm open to any direction you want this story to go!

Thanks for reading!