A/N These are the ages: Max, Fang, Iggy are 16, Ella and Elizabeth are 15, Nudge is 14, Gazzy is 11, and Angel is 9. Review after and tell if you like/love/hate it!
Disclaimer: I am only doing this once so I am not JP and therefore don't own Max Ride, nor Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, Ella, Dr. M, etc.
Claimer: I own Elizabeth and the extra characters I decide to make up. I own the plot.

Elizabeth's POV

Pain. Fear. And the desire to get away.

"Gotta get away," I mumbled, pushing my legs faster as the air was pierced with bullets around me. -Almost there! Almost there! YES! There it is!- I snapped out my wings and flew the rest of the way. I knocked on the door. A tan, kind face looked down at me. That's the last thing I remember.

Max's POV

Fang, Iggy, Ella, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and I were all sitting with me on the couch while watching a movie..... Well, more accurately, I was sitting on Fang, but hey!

Anyway, there was a loud knock on our door. "I'll be right back y'all!" I swung open the door to see a girl of maybe 15 collapse on my porch. "MOM!!!" Dr. M rushed out.

"Max what is it?!" She stopped dead as soon as she saw the girl. "Well. This complicates things." Together Mom and I carried the girl in.

"Y'all get outta the way!!!!!" The flock jumped up immediately and Mom and I gently laid the girl on the couch.

She stirred "Wha-?" she jumped into a fighting stance.

"Fang! Iggy!" I screeched as she growled deep in her throat turning toward Ella. Fang and Iggy grasped her and together we held her down until she tired out and began to sob on my shoulder.

"Max?" I looked down at her and what I saw made me suck in a sharp breath.

"Elizabeth?"

"Uh, Max? Care to explain?" Fang asked irritably.

"Y'all this is my..... sister. Well, half-sister, anyway."

Elizabeth's POV

"I'm sorry. I was scared. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm just like y'all except I can do ALL your powers and then some," I stopped cocking my head in Iggy's direction. "Oh and Iggy I'm 5'4, light brown hair with natural red and blonde streaks which falls to the small of my back, tan skin because I'm part Hispanic, part Indian. Big chocolate brown eyes with long lashes. Does that answer your question?" Everyone was looking at me. "Ewwww, that was a NASTY thought, Iggy! What?" I asked, finally realizing what they were looking at.

A/N So press the little green button down there and say what you think. By the way Elizabeth is based on me minus the Hispanic heritage and I'm only a fourth Indian, and Elizabeth is only my middle name not my actual name. So back to reviews. Until I get at least five reviews I'm not continuing. Sorry. So tell your friends.