Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. Nither do the two awesome/crazy people who helped me write this.

Author's Note: okay, so here is a new story! (yatta!) anyway, The story line for this was written by my one of my best friends Jennifer, Myself, and edited by my other friend Nick, also, the name of each chapter(up on the little scrolly thing where you choose the chapter) will be from who's point of view the chapter is it changes alot... enjoy!

1.

We're on the run. Figuratively anyway, we haven't done much running in years. We're more the flying type. Right now we're in L.A. , and I guess you could call this a house, but not a home. Home is wherever the flock is.

We're the flock, that is, Angel, Gasman, Nudge, Iggy, Fang and I. We're what we like to call Avian Americans. You see, we're genetically modified freaks, with 2 percent bird DNA, although it feels like more most of the time.

Then there's Total, our dog. Okay, Angel's Dog, but we've all become rather attached to him. You see, he's a freak too. He's 2 percent human and he can talk.

I'm Max. Maximum Ride, and I'm supposed to save the world. Yeah, right.

"Maaaaaaaaaaax!"

I sigh. "Yes Angel?"

"I'm Hungry!"

"Okay, okay, who wants pancakes?"

I get a chorus of "Meee!" from the younger kids. Although I cant say they're Kids anymore. Not really. Angels almost 9, and Gasman is 11. Nudge is going on 14 in a week. Iggy, Fang, and myself are all in our sixteens somewhere. We don't know our real birthdays. Or names. We all just picked some we liked when we escaped from the school.

"I'll Make them." Sometimes Iggy suprises me. Him cooking is one such example, you see, he's blind. Result of an eye experiment gone bad, years back. But it's good that he can cook. I can't. I've tried, to some rather alarming results.

"Angel," I ask. "could you go tell Nudge it's breakfast time? I think shes in the living room."

"Total, go get Nudge Please!" I sometimes wonder what she needs mind-control abilities for, with those pouty eyes of hers. They even work on Fang.

Total groans, but goes to find Nudge, muttering something about 'fetch' under his breath.

"why thank you, Angel." I say in my most non-sarcastic voice. She looks at me and grins. Its creepy, the older she gets, the better she becomes at manipulating people…and dogs, in various ways.

I sit down at the table, and begin to read the newspaper (it's Friday's, today is Monday, but we can't exactly afford to have them delivered) No children gone missing. No strange appearances of wolf men. No us. exactly the way I like it.

Fang walks in. He sits down beside me, with a look on his face that seems to stare into the distance, though I'm kinda in his line of sight. we sit there for a moment, me feeling strangely uncomfortable, and Fang...well, he's Fang

I get up to go check on Total. He was taking his time about getting Nudge. I noticed Angel had disappeared, and figured she and Total were off watching cartoons with Nudge. Even Iggy had left, leaving the frying pan to heat up.

A thud from the window spins my head around. "Was that a bird?"

I walk over to it and look out.

"Oh, damn." At the look on my face, Fang jolts out of his reverie and rushes to stand at my side.

There were dozens of them. Erasers. Part wolf/human hybrids. And we were their quarry.

"Fang, get the others and go," I ordered. "I'll delay them. It's me they want."

"I'm…We're not leaving without you!" He looked at me like I was crazy. He can be kinda thick at times. I ignore him and continue toward the front door. Another bird hits the window. "I'm coming with you."

I turn around and glare at him. "Get Everyone And Leave! NOW!"

Another dead bird hits the window. I open the door, and an icy fist grabs my heart.

"Hello, Max." Says Jeb. "Come with us, or the others die."

Behind him, held roughly by a handful of Eraser, are Angel, Gasman, Nudge, and Iggy.

One of the Erasers is Ari, and at his feet are a number of dead sparrows. Sick.

"Max, no!" Fang puts his hand on my shoulder, and holds it tightly, but he knows as well as I do that I have to make the trade. It's their four lives for my one. "Max!" and he seemed to gain a grim determination. "I'll kill you myself if you go with them." That hurt…but I might do the same for him. Death was preferable where I was going.

"Let them go first!" I ordered. Jeb has proved before that I can't trust him. Why should now be any different?

"Alright." Jeb motions for Gazzy to be released and an Eraser roughly pushes him towards me. He stumbles, and I catch him before he falls.

"The others too Jeb!"

He smiles at me. "Alright, you come stand over here, and we'll let the others go."

I walk to the indicated spot, and Nudge and Angel are freed. After a second of Jeb staring at them, Iggy is shoved forward too. I turn to look at Fang.

"look out!" I yell. Too late. His look of shock at my decision turns to one of pain, and then his eyes roll back into his head, as Ari knocks him out from behind.

"No!" I scream. "Jeb! This wasn't part of the deal!" I struggle forwards against the mass of Erasers who have grabbed me. They haul me back and bind my wrists.

"Call him insurance." Jeb answers, and Ari chuckles.

"Go!" I scream at the flock, as more erasers move towards them, "Get out of here, Iggy! Go!" They shoot wide eyed into the air, Gasman trying to look brave, and Angel sobbing into Celeste, her stuffed bear. Then everything went black.