A/N: Please review if you like, i'm not sure if i should still keep going, but if I do the flock well be coming in soon. Thanks, I hope u like this chapter.

Chapter one: Death grip

I would have never guessed in a million year's how good flying can feel, can make me feel happy, if you knew my life, or lived my life you would know me feeling happy is way too good to be true, flying makes all these uknown feeling's run though my body, mingling together in the pit of my stomach something im not used to.

Joy for being able to be in the open aqua sky, again somethig im not used to, not having to be on the ground or in a cage,

Carfree, for the cool breaze causing chills to crawl down my spine, The breeze playing with my unruly hair

And I even fell scared out of my mind, for not knowing if one day I'll fall out of the sky, and have no one there to catch me. Maybe I should explain a bit more about why I'm flying in the first place.

I'm Max, fourteen years old, I have no family, and no place to go and at the moment my stomach is screeching at me to give it some kind of food in which if you haven't guessed I don't have. I'm 98% human and 2% bird. The outcome of the 2% bird is, huge father wing's that are planted on my back. I was also created at a place called the school. Write coats aka scientists are the reasons for half of my problems that i call my life Earser's make my life hall also. Easers are humans that turn into wolfs, that loves to hunt manely brid kids, That about sums it all up, if you haven't guessed I don't have a normal child hood, never did and never will.

My whole life I've lived in a small cage. I've been experimented on in the worst ways possible. And treated like crap. Story of my life,

But here's the werid part, I should be pissed, my bones should feel like they're going to melt whenever I think of them or what there did to me, I should want to kick there ass and die trying, for making me become something I have to hide, but I'm not in a twisted way, it makes me feel special knowing there's not a lot like me out there, you don't see a lot of kids flying at least I hope not.

I'm different, and there is nothing wrong with that, and one day maybe everyone well know what I've been though, that I'm a fighter, And the whole wing thing ya could not live without those. they apart of me.

Okay back to bussines, I'm somewhere over the coast. The reason why I'm free at the moment is because I've been forced on a mission by this evil lady named Mary, okay soooo I won't call it free, but close enough.

My mind stared to think about this whole stupied messed up thing. I looked down at the bracelet that is wrapped around my wrist in a death grip; the bracelet is steel and plan, tiny crystal beads are thread into it; a flat gold plat is placed in the middle, where the button is out of view underneath. It's clasped with a snake eye to keep it in place and locked.

Okay five brid kids, that's all I have to do is find these five brid kids. But then what, do i tell them about this or do i keep it to myself. hmmmm tricky questions.

I was fixed on getting the bracelet off that I didn't notice the group of brids coming my way. I yelped in surprise, and angled my wings the other way, to get out of the way.

A group of birds, in a V formation flew by me, pure black birds, deep chocolate brown ran in strips up the small wings, a pointy orange beck, the tip glossed with black. There tiny bodies were also decorated with write dots on the belly.

There where beautiful,

Powerful,

breathtaking,

I looked at them in wonder, as they flapped their wings in perfect motion together, is that's how it is to have a family

My mind once again thought about the flock, I wonder if this is how they look together in the sky, strong, beautiful, and powerful. Having the same attuide that the brids have.

I wonder what well happened when we run into each other, well I fit in or well I be left out in the dark. I looked once again at the bracelet that had a death grip on me. The only thing stopping me is this. As long as the bracelet has his death grip, I'm not free, not even close.

But do I really want to be free? Yes and no, in the school I was abused true, physical pain. But being out here is it really worth it? I've been on my own for a day and I already feel tried and depressed, there are so many ways to get hurt emotionally. What's worse physical pain or emotional pain? Oh boy, Welcome to real life.

Half an hour later as the sky turned sky blue to deep black, I found a cave hidden in the shadows, once my feet hit the caves floor, I did a 360 of the place, it was small, perfect, a cluster of rocks stood out in the far corner, candy papers littered the ground, odd as that is, also in the middle of the cave, ashes sprinkled the dirty floor indicating a small campfire,

I bend on one knee to feel the ashes, other people where here i'm sure about that, and not that long ago, how the hell did other people get up here, this left a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, unless its the brid kids but I still have a day or two, maybe more.

I shook my head, and took off my drity windbreaker, and balled it up into a ball to use as a pillow, placing my head on the windbreaker, I curled into a tiny ball, being in a small cage all your life it's a force habit, as I stared to feel sleepy, I tilt my head back to look again at the bracelet on my bony wrist, only one thing came to mind as I drifted to sleep

Death grip…………