A/N: Hi! This is a new story based off of Maximum Ride. Hope you guys enjoy!
This takes place either in Max or Fang, but they're in Africa, k?
Prologue
Max's POV
"WHAT?" I practically screamed. Angel's, well, angelic, flouncy blond curls shook as I was shaking her by the collar of her shirt.
Angel had just told me the most horrible news I'd ever want to hear: Fang is gonna die first.
I just couldn't believe it. Wouldn't even believe it.
Another horrible thing is that: She's always right.
"Max." Fang's cool, muscular hands on my shoulders calmed me a little bit, so I dropped Angel, and she fell on the still-hot African sand.
She coughed for a bit, and I just noticed that I had been holding on to her throat a little bit. Just a little. Maybe.
Angel coughed some more, and Nudge and Gazzy helped her up. Nudge looked at me, and I saw the fear and confusion and surprise in her chocolate brown eyes. Then she looked behind me.
"Max."
Just then, I realized that something hadn't felt right about the hands, and also that Fang was sitting down across the fire from me.
Everything in my body got on alert, and I slowly turned around, waiting for a bullet to go into my head.
But there was no bullet.
Only blackness, and a girl with wings.
A/N: Yea, I know, short. But it's just a prologue. Still hoped you enjoyed!
R&R!
And what should be the girl's name?
Thanks again!