Maximum Ride: The Final Countdown
This is my first fan fic ever, so go easy on me. Please, though, send me some reviews, tell me some stuff to change, or other stuff. If I send up a new chapter even though you gave the last one a bad review, just bare with me, maybe you'll like the next one better.
Chapter 1
My wings and back crashed into a window, shattering it and sending glass everywhere. Yes, I said wings. If you're wondering how I got them, I'll tell you quickly, so I can get back to the action. See, I was raised in a lab, called the School, where the whitecoats (extremely psychotic) mixed my DNA with Avian (bird, for those of you who don't know) DNA. So, I'm not quite human. I'm more of, a kid-bird mutant freak. I'm also stronger and tougher than most humans. You might find this surprising, but I'm also considerably lighter, because my bones are hollow. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm Maximum Ride, but most people call me Max. Anyway, here's the action again.
A flyboy, which is a robot about the size of a human with wolf skin stretched over, continued pushing me, using mechanical wings of its own, until we crashed into a wall. The sheetrock behind me shattered and I crashed into a wood stud. The impact sent splinters flying off of it. The flyboy made a fist and tried to crush my head with it. What a spaz. I quickly moved my head, good for me, making the fist smash through the stud and make a hole in the other side of the wall. Man, the new model is strong. Then it brought its knee up into my stomach, ouch, crushing the air out of my lungs and smashing me the rest of the way through the wall. I rolled over a desk, knocking glass trinkets along with a computer screen and keyboard off it, and crashed to the ground, again, ouch. The flyboy grabbed the desk and lifted it up over his head. I quickly rolled to the side as he smashed the desk onto the ground, where I'd been a second before. Splinters flew everywhere as the desk shattered. As the flyboy took a step toward me he slipped on one of the splinters and landed on his back. I jumped up and, seizing the opportunity, ran toward the nearest window.
Then I felt a sharp prick in my arm. I looked at it and saw a dart embedded in it. I stopped dead, realizing that I would be no match for the flyboy in the air, I was already feeling drowsy. Then, surprising the flyboy and hoping that the tranquillizer was slow acting; I sprinted over to the flyboy and jumped onto it. I locked my legs around its body, wrapped my hands around its head, and turned its head all the way around. There was a snap, and sparks poured from its neck. Then it felt like all of the feeling drained from my legs. I started stumbling toward the window. I ran into it, and then punched it. It shattered, and I fell out of the building, just realizing that I was in one of the tallest buildings in New York. I started pumping my wings, just as I started to lose feeling in them. I was only able to pump them hard enough to slow down my fall. About a hundred feet lower I crashed onto the top of another skyscraper. I felt some ribs break. Not the best idea I've ever had. I lay there, losing more feeling in my body. You've got to hide, the flyboys are coming back. Jeb? I thought. I'm coming with your mother right now, just hide. I decided to take Jeb's advice.
Oh, I forgot to mention, Jeb Batchelder, who saved my flock, I'll explain later, and I from the School, is my father. He and my mother, Dr. Valencia Martinez, just contributed their DNA to the project that made me. After that, Dr. Martinez was cut off from the project, and had another daughter, Ella Martinez. Then the rest of the flock, Fang, fourteen, same as me, quiet and calm, Iggy, also fourteen, accidentally made blind by the School, Nudge, ten, extremely talkative, able to feel what has happened to inanimate objects, usefull for getting computer passwords, Gazzy (short for Gasman), eight, immature, great voice imitator (literally, he's right on), ventriloquist, and, um, read the name again, and Angel, six and lives up to her name, when she's not reading my thoughts and using her mind control powers to manipulate the President of the United States.
I looked around the roof and saw a large duct leading down through the roof. I pulled myself over to it with my hands, the only limbs I could move, punched through the inlet cover, and crawled into the vent. I didn't see that it would drop me down ten feet, but it happened anyway. I crashed down onto the duct, hoping that no one heard me. Then I lost feeling in my whole body.
Then the memories of what happened only a few minutes earlier came flooding into my mind. Watching TV with Fang, Angel playing with Celeste and Total, our black talking dog who can jump about sixteen feet into the air, Nudge and Gazzy playing Nintendo DSs that Angel 'convinced' the clerk at Best Buy to give to them for free, Iggy reading a book written in Braille. Then the door exploding off its hinges and flyboys flooding into the room. Me yelling, "Run!" and seeing Iggy smash a window and jump out of it, with Gazzy out right behind him. Then seeing Nudge collapse to the ground, a dart sticking out of her neck, and Angel grabbing her head and screaming. "Angel, wha-" Then seeing Angel jumping onto Fang, knocking him over, and his head colliding with the edge of the coffee table. Then seeing blood slowly flow out of his head. Realizing I had to leave, and jumping through another window. Then, after flying about 100 feet, looking back, and seeing flyboys chase Iggy and Gazzy back into the apartment building. And hearing a loud boom, seeing fire shoot out of the windows, and feeling the shockwave hit me. Then I came back to reality.
My flock was dead, Itex, the company that funds the School, obviously wasn't finished. Jeb and Dr. Martinez were coming, and were probably going to get ambushed. And it seemed like Angel might have turned on us, for real this time, not that that really mattered at the time, and there was nothing I could do about it. With those thoughts running through my head, I sank into unconsciousness, hearing foot steps by the entrance to the vent.