Flying Solo- A Maximum Ride Fanfic.
Summary: Max is deserted by the flock and two years later they return to her. Though they return, Max is not about to let them back with her. Takes place two years after TFW. R&R.
Disclaimer: No I do not own any of the characters or the books, James Patterson does, I'm just borrowing them for my own little experiments.
Two years ago, I was the happiest person ever. I had five best friends anyone could ever ask for, a talking dog included. Even though we barely had any money, or rarely had any food or shelter (because of our constant running for our lives), we always had each other. Now, I, Maximum Ride, am flying solo. I don't have any particular place to be. Mom and Ella asked me to stay with them after they left me. That was about two years ago. I know you're wondering what I've been up to these past two years, and/or you're wondering what happened between me and them Well sorry folks, but you're only getting the answer to the first one. For the past two years I've been dodging flyboys and crashing in trees and warehouses. I would've crashed in awesome and comfy hotel rooms, but I no longer have the Max Ride card with me. I haven't had it for two years since they took it with them. Things have changed these past two years. I haven't saved the world, instead I abandoned the mission after my Voice (who turned out not to be Jeb) told me that I needed those backstabbers' help. If I ever felt isolated then, that's nothing compared to how isolated I feel now. But the isolation is good, I've had time learn how to fight on my own instead of relying on backup. I can pretty much take down about 30-40 flyboys in a battle. I'm much faster, stronger, and smarter than I was two years ago. I never thought I would do this well after being betrayed by the people I loved most.
As I pass over the outskirts of Houston, Texas, I see an abandoned warehouse in a secluded area of what used to be a shoe factory. Right now, its just another place for me to crash until I move on to my next destination, wherever that may be. I never stay in a place for longer than 72 hours because the chances of running into flyboys are very likely. When I land in the warehouse, I see there is no electricity. That's fine with me; last thing I need to do is draw attention to an abandoned warehouse. I keep candles and lighters with me in situations where there is no electricity in a building. Now that the room is lit, I settle down and try to get some rest. I have no idea what tomorrow is going to look like, but I know once again I'll be alone and probably on the run again.
As I sleep, I hear voices in my head. Ugh, who knew two years of solitude could give me more voices. What? You don't a have a voice or two in your head? But God, one of these voices sounds like one of the voices I tried to forget for two years! Now there's another voice, and another, and another. I can't take this pain! "AHHH STOP IT! STOP TALKING TO ME!!! I HATE YOU! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME IN PEACE!!!" I screamed, waking up in a cold sweat, and realizing that I'm not alone.
"Max?"