A/N: If you're reading this, it means I actually came up with a good enough plot to post! Yay for me! This is my first Maximum Ride fanfic in a while, so I hope I haven't lost my 3 year obsession. Tell me what you think! By the way, Fiorela (Fee-or-la) is the newest addition to the family of my many O.C.'s. This story is in her perspective. This happens… after ANGEL, I guess. Fang left, but he never met any of the people in "Fang's gang". He has since rejoined the flock. Enjoy!
What would you do if you could change the world? Even if it was hard and painstaking, you would still try, right? But what if you were literally being forced to? What if you didn't have a choice? Would you still follow through? What if you were forced to fall in love with someone? Would you hate them for putting you in that position, or would you completely ignore all the things riding on it, like oh, I don't know, the entire future of the planet? These are the things any regular 14 year old shouldn't have to think about. Unfortunately for me, I am not a normal teenager.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Fiorela. I've got long, out of control, bright red hair. It's wavy and always tangled, like Max's, who is the leader of our little gang. She always made fun of me for having red hair, something to do with Fang. More on him later. I've got light blue eyes and long eyelashes and I'm about 5'8". The not-so-normal part? I've got 15 foot, grey and white wings.
Dylan, my brother, was created to be Max's perfect other half. Dylan was only called my brother because five months later, I was created in the same lab as Fang's perfect other half. Not that Fang wasn't sexy hot, but I didn't really like the idea of having to "seduce" him. Their words, not mine. So I told Dr. GH I would go do my thing, you know, seduce it up, but I'm pretty much just chilling out.
Fang and I had literally known each other since the day I was… born, I guess. He had left the flock and broken into the School to look for answers about the flock. He was found and captured, but he broke out. He was crawling in the air vents on his way to safety, when he saw me through a vent. He jumped in, ready to kick butt. Dr. GH explained to him that I was created to be his perfect other half, and some crap about how he was a distraction to Dylan's mission, so I had to be made for him. They handed me over to him, and told him to leave with me. And he did. Rather than dumping me in the middle of nowhere, as I would've, he taught me to fly and brought me to Max.
Relationship wise, Dylan and Max are exclusive. They used to argue a lot, when I first showed up, but now they're inseparable. It really bothers Fang, not that he would ever admit it to anyone. Max and Fang butt heads a lot, and don't really talk. Max is still really beat up about how Fang left, and was even more pissed off when he came back, bringing me with him. Hey, I would be too. Fang and I… I honestly don't really know. I guess we're together. We hug and kiss sometimes, and he puts his arm around me and stuff, but we aren't head over heels. I wouldn't mind it if we were, but Fang and Max have major history, and I don't know if he'll ever get over her. We're best friends, though. We tell each other almost everything, and I could probably write a very thorough documentary on him.
Anyways, I'm sure you're wondering who I am. Well, you know who I am, but you don't know who I am. I've got pretty much the same abilities as Dylan, but a bit more advanced. I'm generation 81, the second-latest generation. Anyways, I have really acute senses, and I'm fast and really strong. Like, I've lifted pickup trucks before. Long story. I also have night vision, using the same treatment that made Iggy blind. That's pretty much all I'm good for.
"Knock knock." Gazzy said for millionth time in the past hour. We all groaned in unison. The eight of us were crammed into a minivan, driving from Detroit to Columbus. Why weren't we flying? I honestly don't know. Max was driving, and Dylan was sitting beside her, reading the map. I was crammed between Fang and Iggy in the middle bench, and Nudge, Gazzy and Angel sat in the back. Oh, and Total was sitting on Angel.
"Shut up, Gazzy. I'd rather hear the constipation song." Nudge whined. Gazzy smiled mischievously and took a deep breath. We all whipped around, our eyes wild and threatening.
"NO!" We all screamed at him. He held up his hands in the universal 'Whoa, Nelly'. We all relaxed back in our seats, silently praying that Gazzy would spare us.
"Next time we steal a car, get one with a DVD player, Max." Gazzy moaned. Max sighed, glaring at Gazzy quickly in the mirror.
"Yeah. Or air conditioning. Do you have something against non-crappy cars, or what?" Iggy said sardonically, leaning out the window to catch the breeze. His strawberry blonde hair whipped across his forehead like tongues of fire. The way the sunlight glistened in his hair and made his colourless eyes twinkle, he looked, ironically, the image of tranquillity.
"Max is trying her best, guys. Cut her some slack." Dylan defended her. Iggy rolled his pallid eyes, and Max tilted her head back, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off he shoulders.
"Thank you! Finally, someone freaking gets it!" Max heaved, fist-bumping Dylan, who puffed a laugh and pulled Max's head toward him. Luckily, this road was abandoned, because we swerved to the left about 8 feet. I braced myself against my seat, snapping my hands down and gripping Fang and Iggy's forearms in alarm. Almost right away, Max shot back up and regained control. Nice one, Dyl.
"Oops." Max muttered, grimacing and biting her lip. I looked around. Dylan looked like an idiot, as per usual. Fang looked bored, also normal. Iggy shared my expression, wide-eyed and stunned. Angel and Gaz were holding each other, and Nudge was spazzing out, talking a mile a minute.
"Do you think anyone would notice if I put her in the trunk?" I muttered to Fang. He shot me one of his killer smiles, the kind that makes me weak in the knees. Not that I would ever admit that to him.
"It's worth a shot." He muttered back. That was the thing about Fang. He said things with such a monotone, serious voice, you really had to listen to see if he was joking or not.
"Okay, at the next turnoff, head left." Dylan read off the map, tracing the roads with his finger. Max bit her lip, a nervous habit she had when she wasn't sure of what to do.
"Can I braid your hair, Fiorela?" Angel asked me. I turned around to look at her. She smiled sweetly at me, and I grinned back.
"Sure, Ange." I responded, turning back around. I felt light tugs on my hair as she brushed it with her fingers. I cringed a bit as she went over a huge tangle. She murmured an apology.
"What're you doing, Fang?" I leaned over and peered at his laptop screen. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, without moving his head away from the screen.
"Just bloggin'." He said absentmindedly, not looking up. I tried to lean over more to read what he had written, but Angel tugged me backwards.
"You techie, you." I smirked, nudging his arm. He flashed the quickest grin, and continued typing away. If he wasn't incredibly cool, he would be a nerd.
"All done, Fee!" Angel chirped. I ran my hand over the braid. Where did Angel learn to French braid? Obviously not from Me, Max or Nudge, who don't touch our hair unless completely necessary.
"Thanks, Ange." I said, reaching behind me and patting her knee. She grinned sweetly back. What a cute kid. Too bad she's a freak. Well, we all are, but she's like, the freaking queen.
"Dyl, where do I go after- oh, crap!" Max's facial expression changed from relaxed to panic in an instant. Max jerked the car swiftly to the right, going right off the road.
"What?" Fang demanded, lunging forward and gripping the headrest on Max's seat, so that his head was just beside hers. His jaw dropped slightly, but other than that his expression didn't change.
"Everyone out. Now. Split into twos and go. We'll meet at the hotel in Columbus if we get separated. Go!" Max cried, and we all leapt out the windows in an instant. I had no idea what was going on, but I guess that would have to wait.
A/N: So, did you like it? That was the first time I've written a Maximum Ride fanfiction in a while, so don't freak out at me if it's OOC or something. Comment, please! Chapter 2 will be posted later today, hopefully!