Some details on this one that needs clarifying, or the story doesn't really work.:

- This is based in the future of Bioshock but a little early for Maximum Ride. For the purposes of this story, Max was made in 1988 and is 14 years old at the time this is written, making it 2002. In terms of Bioshock, it's in its future and is not relating to any of the plotlines except for the characters mentioned (splicers, Big Daddy, Little sisters are probably all that's going to be mentioned)

- There will be a few Ocs to make a plotline.

- The flock have never met each other.

I'm ...not sure how well this one is going to turn out, since its a bit of a random stab in the dark when it comes to crossovers, but my brain apparently wants to write it, so I'll give it a shot. Please do review if you read, to let me know if its worth continuing or not. I do like being able to respond to feedback =P

Chapter 1

Inside a lonely one person submarine deep beneath the ocean's surface, a young girl was still in the depths of a deep, anaesthesia induced sleep. She had been laid carefully in the back of the submarine, in the small space between the only chair and the back hatch, curled up in a ball.

The one person shuttle itself was on a pre set course, no other pilots controlling the ship. All of the controls on the dashboard, including the wheel, where locked in position or non-operational in case their passenger awoke before her destination was reached. They didn't want her getting back to the surface. She was useless, a failure.

Where better to send her than another failure.

The young girl, who looked about the age of a teenager, was anything but ordinary. Sprawled in the back of the sub and knocked out cold, the reason for such a statement would be incredibly obvious to anyone who could glance at her. Just poking out from slits in the back of her shirt were the tips of two tawny brown wings, tinted green in the sub light.

On top of that she had any other features not usually found in humans. Her bones were light and hollow, allowing her to use her magnificent wings, almost thirteen feet in span, to be able to fly. She could take more damage than the average human before getting tired, and her adrenaline levels were usually near the roof.

She was pretty strong too. Not a jar in the world she couldn't open.

Screwing her eyes up tight, the teen known as Max groggily, and grudgingly, opened her eyes against the medicinal haze still clouding her head. Her usual instinct would have been to shoot up and look around her, but even pulling herself into a sitting position as slow as possible was making her head spin.

Still squinting, a hand on her pounding head, Max looked about her slightly bewildered. Though she could see she wasn't in Itex anymore, that was about all her brain was allowing her to contemplate. The submarine panels, the water outside, even the fish swimming around the glass front of the pod was not registering as she tried to massage her headache away.

When the anaesthesia cloud wore away a few minutes later, that's when she began to panic.

Deftly, and only just avoiding whacking her head on the ceiling, Max jumped into the driver seat and started pulling levers, pushing buttons and trying to move the steering wheel. Considering she'd never been anywhere near a device like this before, that was all that came to mind to try. When nothing worked, she sat back to wrack her brains for an idea, and that's when her eyes caught something outside.

Leaning right over the control, Max pressed both her palms to the glass cover and got pretty close to pressing her face to the glass as well. Just in front of her, barely a few minutes ride away, was a city underwater. Neon lights shone brightly through the gloomy water, shadowed by sharks and fish as they explored the unusual habitat.

"What the..?" Was all she managed to say as she watched a whale swim between two buildings, its tail barely missing hitting one of the neon signs. A school of fish sailed past her windscreen as the pod navigated itself through the mass of waterways between massive structures. All Max could do was sit back and watch the scenery, hoping to God the sub wasn't going to just drop to the bottom of the ocean and let her drown.

Being decommissioned was nothing like the rumours.

The reason for her genetic modifications are due to her childhood, where she was created and born in the Itexicon facilities of the USA. Here they conduct genetic experiments to try and create viable human animal hybrids, and most of their experiments went horribly wrong.

With a few exceptions. Max was one of them.

She spent the first fourteen years of her life cooped up in a dog crate, her growth and metal capacity exceeding her years to that of a young adult by the end of her lab life. While she grew up, her carer told her of other recombinants that had been successful like her.

He told her of five others, that they had given themselves names too and were alive and healthy. Though he told her of them and their growth, she only ever met one of them, and that was for barely a second.

He was tall for his age, an easy five and a half feet when she met him at nine or ten. His hair was so dark brown it was almost black, draping across his eyes from the weight of being a little overlong. His eyes were brown and hard, she noted, when he shot her a look as the doors closed on him.

But she saw them: He had midnight black wings poking from his test subject pyjamas.

Then their budgets were cut, and Max's carer reported that all of the successful splices were going to have to be decommissioned to make way for new ones. Every other week he'd come in with a sad expression on his face reporting yet another of her fellow bird children had been decommissioned. Max had no idea what the word meant other than she wouldn't live at the Itex facility anymore, but it scared her.

It sounded like death.

Finally, two years after the first bird child was reported decommissioned, her carer didn't come to see her for a few days. She was starving hungry and parched by the time an unfamiliar scientist came in and placed a plate of food and a glass of juice in front of her.

Normally Max wouldn't accept food from anyone except her carer, but her stomach overruled her head and she tucked into the meal like it would be her last, gulping down the juice thirstily, wishing there was more than just the one.

She was almost right. It was her last meal on dry land.

Then I woke up here, she thought as the sub meandered its way deeper into the city, guided by some mechanism Max would probably never understand. Sighing softly she leant back in her chair, resting her feet on the useless dashboard and watching the water go by.

Whatever happened, she was stuck here. Might as well chill.