The Next Day

"Leave. Leave and never come back." That was Max. She and Fang both wanted rid of me, and Iggy was basically on their side as well.

"No! You have to believe me! I was kept in the School for nine freaking years! I would never be on their side." I knew she wouldn't believe me.

You have to show her your memory. Make her believe that you're telling the truth! It was a voice in my head, and I knew what it was saying was right.

My flashbacks. Could I show Max and the others my flashbacks? I focused on the memory of me and Eden, experimented on, left to die, starved. I grabbed her arm, I made her see it in my eyes. "Do you believe me now?!" Max blinked, and I knew she felt it. The memory, transferred to her.

"What the hell just happened?" She said after a few seconds.

"You felt it, right? So do you believe me, or am I still a spy to you?" Max nodded.

"I believe you." She took my hand. "Welcome to the hated-by-the-School club. Members are us."

"Welcome to the Flock!" Nudge wrapped her arm around me. "How did you do that?"

"I… I don't know. But I doubt I'll be able to do it again." I said. It was a heat-of-the-moment sort of thing, and I didn't even know how I did it.

"What did she do?" Fang said, taking Max's arm.

"It was a memory. A memory of her time at the school, one of the memories that was blurred to Angel." So Angel had read my mind. Unsurprising. But what was this about blurred memories? Mental note: talk to Angel later about creepy mind reading abilities.

"Still don't trust you, but I suppose you've gotta come with us now, eh?" I hoped Nudge was right about Fang only hating people he first met. He seemed to really despise me.

"She's coming, whether you like it or not!" Nudge stuck her tongue out at Fang. I giggled at her antics.

"We leave in the morning. Pack your bags," Max, a motherly figure as always.

Max's POV

Adalyn grabbed my arm, in the height of our debate, and suddenly my vision became black, like I was floating in an endless void. When my vision returned, it was that of a crate and a small-looking boy.

"Hey, Adalyn." His voice sounded tired, and his platinum blond hair fell messily across his face. "Ready for another day of torture?" I saw that his arms were littered with cuts. I looked down, and noticed that my arms and legs were as well. My frame was that of Adalyn's, and I was not used to it. I seemed a bit lighter, but it wasn't my weight. Maybe she was more bird than us?

"Yeah, well, we're escaping soon!" I tried to sound optimistic. I didn't know where these words were coming from, but I just knew I needed to say them.

Whitecoats came in. "Subject Seven and Eight seem to be in perfect condition, given the circumstances. Subject Seven doesn't heal as fast as the experiments from the Death Valley, But we'll improve that in a month, after we work on stamina." The one in the lead said.

"The insane asylum called. They want their patients back. Better go back over there." I spat at him. I was surprised by ten-year-old Adalyn's insults, resisting the urge to laugh. The boy next to me didn't, though. He giggled a bit. "And would you mind calling us Adalyn and Eden, instead of Subject Six and Seven?"

The whitecoat sniffed at me, then gestured to two Erasers, who picked us up by our shirt collars, dragging us to a wind tunnel. I-or should I say Adalyn, sighed, then opened her wings, and began beating them. Eden whimpered as he beat his grey-and-white wings. I wanted desperately to comfort him, but of course I couldn't do that while flying against these winds.

Eventually, we both tired out. Adalyn's wings were weaker than mine, and I was out of my element, but she was ten so that was expected. When I finally stopped flying, after a good hour, I collapsed in the air, feeling my leg twist as I fell to the ground, a bit after Eden.

I gasped when they turned off the violent wings, cradling my leg. The Erasers proceeded to drag us to a new area. This one had the regular Movers that whitecoats loved to use, but this one was already running at the highest pace. Groaning, I jumped on, with some difficulty, and started running. Every time my legs moved, they burned from being twisted before. The whitecoats strapped me into the Mover, so I couldn't get off.

Could this be any worse? The answer was yes. "Whoever passes out first doesn't get food for two days,"

I blinked, and suddenly returned to the regular, non-memory world. "What the hell just happened?"

AN: Soo... I was gone for a few years. Lol! I wrote this fanfiction when I was literally 12. Now, I'm 17, and I'm graduating high school in less than a year. It's surreal. When I found these chapters in my old google drive and I figured why not post them? I don't think anyone is all that interested in Maximum Ride fanfiction nowadays, but I have to make good on my promises from 5 years ago to post these, huh?

I still love fanfiction, but this was my one and only attempt at actually writing it. Nowadays, I stick to my own creative writing. Maybe I'll post a link to that someday. Would you read it?

To anyone reading this, thank you. And you, too, should try your hand at fanfiction. If a 12 year old can do it, so can you!