He stood tall, looking out over the others. After all, he made the company, why not show it?

He was six-foot, at the very least. Not that hard to look tall. He has always hated The School, why couldn't he? Back in Scotland, he blew up the building with his new powers and ran away, eventually being caught by the California School. Hated them for a while but, they fed him, clothed him, even tought him to be potty trained. This School was his home. Every time he would escape, he would always find his way back. Every time he was put in a cage, he made the best of it; maybe weave his feathers into a pillow or blanket. It's part of the reason he has a limited feather selection now a-days. He decide to work along side The School, and eventually, made his way to the Institute. He then got first class treatment to about... everything.

Maximum Ride ruined everything.

She destroyed the School first, taking down his home, his family. Then she had to let all the experiments go, practically bringing down his job entirely. She didn't hesitate to come straight to New York and tear down his business fully, letting the rest of the experiments go. He had vowed revenge on her from then on. That was, until he had the idea.

He decided that in order to take revenge, he'd have to stage a little...accident. An accident that on his part, would be perfectly clean. But the rest of the world's part, now, that's another story. The Plan involved death, more death, some killing that he will take into account of later, and some ruthless vengeance. The Plan started here.

Check list of The Plan

1) Vow to destroy Maximum Ride and her bird friends

Check

2) Persuade self to never be caught in one of her uprisings again

Check

3) Get started

Check

4) Kill Maximum Ride

N/A

Of course, the checklist did need minor tweaking, but he'd get to that later.

He had made Fenix, Step 3 1/100 of The Plan. It was the 8th wonder of the world, and this time, the building was above ground. As well the experiments.

Again he looked over the crowd, millions of eyes all staring up at him. He cracked a grin, then noticed no one was making any progress.

"Komme til det! Vi ser ingen stå! Det er ikke, hvordan Fenix virker! Hvis jeg ser nogen stå, vil jeg spille jig på din død seng!" He cried. The crowd began the work.

His whole army was Scottish.

As he watched, the screen began to light up. Flurries of pink, green, and hazel started to dance on the screen. It made a pixel image, of moving objects.

"So this is what she sees, eh?" He said, perfect english. His recrut nodded.

I-I can a-also s-speak with h-her." His english was rusty, but, it was getting their. The Director nodded towards the controls, signaling to show him. The recrut's hands flew over the keyboard in a mad dash, but hovered over the 'F6' button. He looked up again, a small smirk painting his lips.

"Klar?" He spoke Danish. The Director nodded.'

"Ja."

Then, he pressed 'F6'. He smirked.

"Were on to you Maximum Ride."

As you might've guessed, we're celebrating.

I mean, how could we not? We just defeated Itex, no more scientific labs for us! Right? Right.

Of course, I wasn't celebrating. I was put on important bird kid duties. Like, frosting the cake , blowing up balloons, and even choosing the music. But I'm not allowed to be actually in the party. How stupid is that?

The soft patter of paws on tile saved me from thoughts. I looked over my shoulder to see the black Scottie trotting to my side.

"Hey Total." He glanced up at me. I frowned. "What? Not in a bratty mood today?"

"I know what your thinking."

"What? Oh no. Not another mind reader! I didn't know what I was going to do with the first on-" Total held up his paw in the universal 'Shut up so I can explain' gesture. I got quiet.

"Not as a mind reader you idiot; I can read your expression. It's not that hard to, especially when your cleaning that plate so hard, your breaking it." I looked towards the shattered pieces of glass scattered across my hand.

"(insert swear word here)" I moved my hand and winced as pain shot through my hand."Total, can you go get a first aid kit or something?"

He shook his furry head and held up his paw again. "No opposable thumbs, see?" I rolled my eyes and muttered something like 'I'll get it then'. I yanked the pieces of glass out of my hand and threw them in the trash, only making my wounds bleed more. I grabbed a towel on my way out, applying presser to the cuts.

In the living room, it looked as if a party store threw up. Streamers, decreative items, and pictures decorated the wall. There were also a few balloon here and there, some having sharpie faces badly drawn on. The floor was a mess of confetti and paper shavings. I think Iggy might have gotten spray paint or something because of the large splots arranged in an akward 'Iggy wuz here'. Sitting on the couch, playing a game of catch with a lemon, was Nudge and Gazzy. Both wearing Expo marker mustaches. Angel sat in the corner, bearing Celeste. No pun intended. Just as I suspected, Iggy was taking a paint brush to one of the many walls that lined the room. How he knew what he was painting, the world may never know.

And then there was Fang.

He was there, lounging on the couch, trying not to get hit by the flying lemon. But, he still looked so... hot. One foot extended out onto the couch, while other just hung there limply. He had an arm around the back of the couch, an arm that I would want around me... His black hair hung just over his eye, but enough to make him look even more gorgeous.

Stupid teenage hormones.

Realizing that I had stared at Fang for almost two whole minutes, I blushed and rushed forward. I didn't make it to far.

"Max." I yelped and collapsed in a heap on the ground. Pain swam through ever body part I had... and then some. I curled tighter into a ball. The voice never caused me this much pain. I thought to myself. A hiss exscaped my mouth as a gentle hand touched me.

"Max?" I couldn't even move.

"Come with us Max. Start the revolution. We need you." My eyes shot open. I ignored the five figures standing above me and stood. They kept asking me questions, but I just pushed passed them, muttering to myself.

What had just happened? Was it something I should be afraid of? Because that was definitely not the voice.

"Max, you need to come here. we need you Max. To save the world." This time I managed to stay upright, barely.

What do you want, Voice?

"Were not the voice Max. Were people who are more worthy, more powerful than your kinky Voice, could ever be!"

Here we go again.

Yes, I know it's short. That was the point of this chapter; to get you to know whats going to go down. Yes, this is the story that came from all the plots, characters, blah blah blah. Please review, follow, and favorite me if you want another chapter any time soon, and from me, this is good byyyyyyyyeeeee.

-B