This is my first story as a wiriter online so please be kind to me!
Also before I forget! :) I DO NOT OWN X-MEN CHARACTERS OR IDEAS/OBJECTS/POWERS THAT CAME FROM MAXIMUM RIDE! THOSE IDEAS BELONG TO JAMES PATTERSON AND MARVEL STUDIOS! Got that? OK! No more questions and/or comments! START READING! :)
My name is Maximum and I have a secret. I'm not telling you now but you will learn about it in due time later in the story. It's not technically a story, it's MY story and it all started with meeting Logan in a dark, lonely alley one night in the middle of New York City of May.
I was making my way back towards the abandoned building where I was crashing until I made enough cash to high-tail it out of this state to somewhere where an orphan kid with blonde-white hair, sky-blue eyes and a tan any model would kill to get wouldn't stand out, especially in the countryside. Don't get me wrong, the city is nice for shopping the newest edition of fashion and fiction novels but the countryside has always had my heart with its wide open spaces; no confined corners or traps and, most importantly, the ability to disappear instantly if the need arises. Any way I'm getting off track.
I was about to round the corner where the building was, when I saw flashing lights in front of the apartment complex across the street from my home. There was a fire and a crowd had gathered all around the street and beyond, trying to get a look at the burning people inside the flickering red and orange and yellow flames inside the multi-colored brick building. I stand amazed at the idiocy of some people in this city I had lived with the past three months. If a fire is going, people press close and get burned like the firefighters; a robbery-in-progress in motion and some girl will get taken hostage for standing too close to the police line or store-front where the gunman is standing. I shake my head and make my way past the people standing in between me and my house. I get to the door when I hear someone scream, "There is still someone up there!" I turn and see it is true. Sticking her head outside the only window not consumed by flames, is a ten-year-old girl with brunette hair and deer-like eyes, pleading for help, MY help. Her eyes land on my slightly-stunned expression makes eye contact with me and then dives into the sea of flames.
I curse at my luck of going against all odds and run around to the back of the building where I live. I race up the five flights to the level I was currently residing in and scramble to gather everything I needed when I left. I bring my backpack around, digging around for the mask I always wore if the need arose, while I race to the back. I finally find it and sling the backpack behind the dumpster before performing acrobatic stunts to reach the top my building, now facing the blazing inferno across the twenty-something foot street. I stand there a moment, figuring out where the best place to enter the building would be and that moment is all that's needed for the news helicopter to locate me and show me on the nine o' clock news. I curse again, now knowing that I was going to have to relocate somewhere else, when I see THAT logo on the side of the helicopter.
There was no time for thinking now, I had to get inside the building and rescue that girl.
I came up with this story line ages ago but never had time to visit it and finish it. I will probably put up a couple of chapters and then finish it up with in the next few months. I promise that I will update every other three-four days unless school starts getting in the way! I hope you enjoy this story and PLEAAAAASE press the REVIEW button below-I would like to know if this story totally sucks or if I need to move on with my life from this story. Thank You!