A/N: Hey guys, I'm new to the Maximum Ride fandom, and I haven't read the fifth book and on, so please don't hate me for having wrong info, and also, don't spoil anything for me. Check out my other stories, plus my newest, Carpet Crisis, in the Gravity Falls fandom. My stories will be updated consistently now, since my schedule is now cleared because I rolled my fucking ankle today. Ugh. Anyway, enjoy.
~Unique Pines
The wind was stinging my eyes, and my breath looked like smoke puffing out of a chimney on Christmas. My hair was covered in frost, whipping around wildly as I pressed onward.
Russia was soooo cold. I knew I didn't come from this part of the world, or my body would've agreed with it more. I guessed I probably came from somewhere warm, before I was kidnapped.
Yes, kidnapped.
I was told by other people who I lived with in the awful laboratory that I was brought in as an infant. My best friend, Subject K, had helped me survive through my terrifying stay at the place I had just recently escaped from. He was the only person in the world that loved me. He sung lullabies to me after I had nightmares from the experiments tested on me. He'd give me his food ration when I was too hungry to be satisfied by my own meal. When my wings were sore, he'd rub them as I cried in pain.
Yes, you read that correctly, wings. I have wings.
Stay with me long enough and you'll see why.