Max and the Instruments

by Jezabel Raewin

Maximum Ride and the Flock have saved the world from Itex and the Scientists! But on their trip back to New York, some things catch Max's eye that she hadn't noticed in such detail before... after she saves a young boy from what looks like another experiment gone wrong, she learns things about our world that she'd never dreamed of. :rated T: Welcome to the World of Shadows

2. Chapter 2

AN: I do not own Maximum Ride (James Patterson does). I do not own the Mortal Instruments and the world of Shadowhunters (Cassandra Clare does).

Chapter Two

"So that makes 1 guy with cat eyes, 1 with green skin, 3 kids with tattoos and glowing swords, and 5 birdkids," I summed my sightings up for Fang as we held watch over our flock by night.

Fang rolled his eyes.

"You think I'm paranoid," I said, a statement, not a question.

"I think it's a coincidence," he said. "I think your stressed out and it's starting to show." He wrapped an arm around me and gave a squeeze. "I'll keep a lookout for vampires and werewolves. You go rest."

Despite his attempt to calm me down, my 'paranoia' that's so often saved our butts kept me awake and alert. A small voice in my head was telling me to calm down, and not to be worried and that after all the battles we'd fought, there was nothing we couldn't handle.

Then there was my more practical voice echoing through every thought train of my brain telling me somethings coming and it's going to be big.

I looked over at Fang, and though he'd seemed completely at ease earlier, he had tension in his shoulders, and his poise more stiff and alert. Much more like the first time we came. Like when our adventures began and we had to watch our backs at every turn.

I smiled in spite of myself. He did believe me, he still trusts my instincts. Then the reality sunk in: If he trusts me and believes me, then what in the world is going on here?

All of the branches of the School, Itex, and the like were taken down. I have no doubt that the living scientists are plotting their revenge from jail cells. Eighty percent of the scientists working with the companies were killed. The experiments that survived occasionally contact me in one form or another. They've scattered in groups.

But these people today, and thinking back, I've seen people like them all around the world. Back then, I'd thought they were experiments. Now, it's clear as crystal their not.

So what are they?

That's all folks. More to come later. :) Thanks! Sorry the chapters are so short, but hey, I thought it'd work better with short chapters.

Until next time,

~Jezi Raewin