Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum ride. It belongs To Patterson, and he is a freaking awesome writer.
Chapter 3, the nightmare begins.
When it had started, Ryan had discovered that he was locked in a cage…again! He was crammed into it, wings pressing up against the back of the crate. He cursed himself for allowing himself to trust those soldiers. There was movement outside the crate, then a bright light had flooded the crate…someone had opened it. Ryan tried to move, but to his horror he was bound and gagged. Two men in white lab coats carried Ryan down several hallways, while he struggled but, it was pointless. These two guys obviously knew what they were doing.
They came to a large white blast door, which opened with a hiss. One of the two men poked Ryan with a stun rod, then quickly untied him. They threw him into a massive room, Which was also white and featureless. Ryan slowly picked himself of the floor, wincing at the stun rod's effect. His legs felt rubbery, but were getting better.
A door opened at the other end of the room. Ryan readied himself, not knowing what was coming. A massive figure walked out of the shadows, and Ryan was stunned. It looked like someone had taken a mid-evil suit of armor, and made it modernized. There a lance on it's back, and a large golden sword belted to it's waist by a golden belt. Strapped to the knight's leg was a H&K MP5, which was completely out of place. There were what appeared to be massive, metal wings folded up behind it, which was also unusual..
A scientist, also in a white lab coat, walked out of nowhere and stood next to the knight. "I would like to introduce you to our new creation. I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do, so I'll leave you two to catch up. With that short statement, the scientist left. Ryan's mind began to whirl. Who is this person , what did that guy mean? The knight slowly removed it's helmet, and Ryan's jaw dropped open.
It was his friend, Kyrie. She had been captured by erasers, and they had beaten Ryan to a pulp…to the point he couldn't move. He had never seen her again, but had devoted all his time and energy towards finding her, but with no success. Here she was, in front of him! Ryan could hardly believe .
Kyrie's raven hair hid one side of her face. Her eyes were deep black, and though she was thin, she was still as strong as Ryan. She had captured his heart the first time they had met, and they had brought peace and solace to each other's hearts in the Prison.
Kyrie drew the sword and sprang towards him wordlessly, at an incredible speed. It was impossible… she was way too fast. The sword slashed deep into his chest, sending Ryan flying towards the wall. There was another blur of movement as She pulled out the MP5 and opened fire on him. The only thought that went through his mind as the bullets connected with his chest was: Why?
Ryan awoke, flailing. He fell out of his bunk and hit the floor with a heavy thud. A light flicked on and Ryan could see that he was still in the army's HQ. So it was all a dream…Thank god. He saw the general staring at him. "You ok? You just randomly fell out of bed, flailing. Eh, whatever. We need you in the meeting room. It's important." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Ryan seething at his bluntness. Ryan had been at the base for almost a week now, and the men had been training him. However, Ryan had been rusty at first, but quickly got back into how to fight using a knife, using all manners of weapons. The men were amazed at how deftly he wielded a handgun, rifle, and shotgun. Perhaps now they were going to send him on a real mission. The thought made Ryan's heart leap with joy at finally being accepted somewhere. He still had not told anyone that he was a human-avian hybrid with wings.
Ryan walked over to a closet and opened it. As he wasn't official military personnel, he was free to wear whatever he wished. He had been given clothes by several soldiers, who he had become friends with. He selected a long black trench coat, as well as black pants. He wore the trench coat because it easily hid his wings from view. He put on his boots, which had metal clips on them instead of laces, which made them easy to put on. He belted on his gun belt with his two army issue handguns. He looked in the mirror and saw that he was ready. He walked out into the hallway and heading down to the meeting room.
He arrived to see all of the soldiers from team magma standing there, the squad he had been adopted into. They al greeted him, while the general cleared his throat loudly. Everyone fell silent as the general pulled out a world map. " Ok, here's the situation… a city in France has apparently been deserted for unknown reasons. I want all of you to check it out and let me know what happened. Then, if possible, resolve the issue. Understood?" He asked.
"YES SIR!" the soldiers shouted. Ryan stepped up to the general and asked him, "Can I go also?"
'Yes that is the reason you're here. I hope we can rely on your abilities." The general said with a small smile. Ryan grinned as one of the men, James, turned to him.
"We had better get up on the roof. A chopper will arrive soon for us. We had better get up there, or else it will leave without us." A voice said, and Ryan noticed James for the first time, and also that he was in full uniform, with a rifle slung across his back. The uniform the men were wearing was entirely black, obviously for stealth operations. Each wore what looked like a S.W.A.T helmet, until Ryan saw that it had the army sign on the front of it. The men filed out of the room, but the general held Ryan back for a moment. The man reached down behind his massive desk and produced a massive case almost 4 feet long.
"Ryan, this is a personal gift from me. Based on your fighting style, we figured that you prefer close combat, so I got this from the R&D department. I want your first mission to be a success." He began un-strapping the Velcro that held the case shut, then motioned for Ryan to open it. He did so, and Ryan's mouth dropped open.
A gleaming sword lay inside the case. It was about 4 feet long, with a blue strip running down the blade. The handle was titanium, with small eagle wings carved into it. Ryan picked up and swung it experimentally, and it moved like a extension of his arm. He was amazed that the general would do something like this. The blade was straight and small designs were imprinted on the blade. The sword was a work of art.
The general walk to the door and locked it, then turned towards Ryan. " I now all about your wings."
The words echoed for a moment, while Ryan registered this. His mental alarms went off was Ryan instinctively swung the sword in front of himself in a defensive stance. Ryan was stunned. He saw no way out; this room had no windows. "How do you know?' He said his voice hoarse.
" I saw you flying away one night. Don't worry, your secret is safe…I haven't told anyone. I want to help you. I don't know if you know, but there are others like you. I'm not sure where they are though. Several attempts have been made by an unknown group to kill them . However their fine. I will sent someone with you to keep an eye on you." The general unlocked the door, then walked to his desk and pressed a button for the intercom. "Chris Redfield, please report to my office immediately." He sat down and waited.
A few minutes later, a man walked in the door. He was wearing some kind of body armor that said BSAA on it, and he had a m3 shotgun slung across his back. He looked to be in his thirties, and had the look of a seasoned veteran of battle ."Yes, you need me?' Chris asked. He glanced at Ryan, then turned his attention back to the general.
"Yes. I want you be provide body guard service to this kid. He is going with team magma to investigate a city. Keep an eye on him and protect him. Understood?"The general said to Chris.
"Yes sir. I shall accompany him. " Chris said. He turned towards the doorway and began to walk out, motioning Ryan to follow. "I'm Chris Redfield, of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. You must be Ryan . Good to meet you." Chris said with a smile, shaking Ryan's hand.
"Same here." Ryan said. Chris seemed like a nice guy, but Ryan's mind was millions of miles away. There were others? Like him? Ryan's head was spinning. He had to find them. He just had to.