A/N: Hi, everyone. Mrs. Odair here. Just wanted to say this is my first FanFiction, so be gentle. I still encourage constructive criticism, but don't leave mean reviews for the heck of it. Please review if you like it, even if its just a smiley face. It would mean the world to me.

Disclamer: I do not own Maximum ride or most of the characters in this story. However, Cali is mine. Please do not use her in any of your stories.

Friends, Family, and... Feathers? Book One: Abducted By The Flock

Chapter One:

Oh no. Oh God, oh God, oh God, NO! They didn't give Jacob his meds today. Ususally I'm able to calm him down when this happens, when he has schizophrenic episodes like this, but tha doesn't mean it isnt scary as hell when it happens.

"Jake. Jake, honey, calm down. You know me. It's me. It's Calista. I won't hurt you. It's ok," I ry to soothe him, take his mind off of whatever is going on in there that's so upsetting for him. He's my best friend. I hate to see him like this.

"C-Calista?" he asks tentatively.

I nod encouragingly. "Yeah, it's me. Calm down. You don't want to hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you," he repeats, almost like he's in a trance. "But... the voices are bothering me again," he whispers.

"It's okay, Jacob. I want to help you. I can help you," I tell him earnestly.

"NO!" he bellows suddenly, making me jump. "You can't help me! NO ONE can help me!"

"Calm down, Jacob" I tell him, slowly backing away from him. he's blocking the door so I inch towards the back wall.

Jake starts pacing around restlessly, digging through drawers on his dresser. This is way worse than I've ever seen one of his episodes before.

He's finally found whatever it was he was looking for. Angling his body away from me, he cradles it in his arm. "Goodbye, Calista," he says, disturbingly calm. He turns toards me, and reveals himself to be holding... a gun.

Terrified now, I scramble back until there is no more room between my back and the window.

I hear a click as he readies the gun that will end my life. He takes aim, pointing t directly at my head. I hear a deafening BOOM! And suddenly i am flying backwards.

So, this is it then? I'm dead? That wasn't so bad. Except for a searing pain in my left ankle, I didn't feel a thing. But, no. I don't think I'm dead. Not yet, anyway. I feel a pair of rough hands looped around my waist. Their owner must have pulled me out of the way.

I look up to see a teenage boy carrying me. Ignoring the fact that he just saved my life, I completely freak out on him.

"What the hell? Who the f- are you? Put me down, you asshole! Hello? Holy shit, answer me! Dammit!" I continue shouting at him, swearing like a truck driver, for a bit. seemingly unfazed by the shocking torrent of colorful words streaming from my mouth, he smirks.

"WOW! That's a lot of swears! I love her already!" somebody shouts out from somewhere nearby. Judging by the voice, it's a little boy.

Eventually, a young girl's voice slips into my subconscious.

"You need to go to sleep now."

And, try as I may to resist it, I feel myself slowly lose consciousness.