Okay, so here's the first chappie! I know you all waited a bit for this, and I hope it was worth the wait! I'm just a bit dissapointed that I didn't get more boy OC's on the fourm, but I'm still taking OC's sooooo...

Enjoy ^^

I do not own Maximum Ride

* Adaline *

"Air Show in twelve." Clumsy the Conductor shouted, his voice ringing around the back room. He wallowed over, easily tripping over his big feet. He unlatched the cuffs, exposing my beat red wrists, raw and angry. I winced, rubbing them and soon felt the slight strangle of an electric collar snapping on around my neck. The beep of it turning on, the quick warm up hum-and-vibrate as the electricity flicked on. I gagged, and he shoved me into the dressing room. The rags they called clothes were stripped from my body for an awkward second, and my preforming outfit glided on my body, soft, silky, fancy-three words that totally did not describe me. A black trench coat was thrown over me, and I slid my arms into the long sleeves. It was huge on my slim body, the bottom rim trailing across the straw on the floor.

"Air Show in five!"

Wow, time passed here quick in the Circus. Gee whizz, the Circus! With elephants and camels and horses and monkeys with lions and tigers and bears oh my! Not. These animals were only here if they were mutated into someone.

Yes, I said mutated. Wow, you humans are slow to catch on. Since this is all new to you, let me explain from the beginning.

I'm Skyler. Well, that's what the Ring Master calls me. All of us have our preforming names, as horrible as they can be. But, we secretly have our own names of our own creation. When I was younger, a little girl got away from her mother and found her way into the crate room. Yup, I said crates. Hold on, give me a second before you jump all over the place. Anyways, her mother came looking for her, calling her name. It was the most beautiful name I had ever heard, on the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Corn silk blonde hair that curled and bounced in a halo around her head and bright blue eyes. Of course, I was only ten at the time and called Skyler, but the name that had left her mother's lips was pure beauty. A symphony of letters and vowels intermixed to form the name. They both found their way into the crate room, the little girl out of pure curiosity, her mother in a desperate search.

They were both shot in the head.

That was the first time I had ever spoke. I screamed her name. I cried and bawled, kicked and shrieked. Adaline had crumpled to the ground never to get back up.

So, her name lived on in me.

We lived in crates at the Circus. We were sent over by the School, either bought, unwanted, or auctioned off. The Ring Master brought us here to preform for the thrill of secret audiences, otherwise known as the S.A.S.-the Secret Audience Society. Cheesy name, I know, but this audience was sworn into secrecy not to spread the secrets of the existent of mutants. They watch us preform for a thrill, captivated by the people the Ring Master can get to preform. Most-like me-preform against our wills. But, our wills don't matter here. Nothing we say or do matters. All the matters is the money.

Sometimes, the Circus would hold auctions. Specific merchandise (us) would be picked out and set up on the block to be sold off to the highest bidder. Cruel.

"Air Show on in ten...nine!"

"You're on!" A Conductor shoved me forward, my trench coat billowing. I clenched my teeth as I was announced.

"Now, what you've all been waiting for, The Genetic Circus would like to present...our Air Show!"

I stepped forward out of the shadows on the Ring Master's bellow. The spotlight shifted to me, and I walked forward to the center of the ring.

Another spotlight darted across the ring, hitting a boy around the age of fifteen. He stood at a height of 5'7", 5'8" maybe. His shaggy raven black hair fell just above his collar bone, his eyes a strange stone gray. He too was wearing an long black trench coat like me.

Just when I thought it was over, another boy stepped into a spotlight. He had sandy brown hair, his eyes an olive green. He stood at the same height of the other boy, and he looked about the same age. Freckles arched over his nose, and you could slightly see his dimples. Yet again, he was in a trench coat.

I didn't know their names, but I had always preformed with them ever since I had came to the Circus. I stood in the middle of the two, giving them a slight nod. Our signal.

One...two...three...

I mentally counted, and on three the trench coats flew off of us as our wings unfolded with one swift motion. The crowd gasped in awe as we counted again, and started running at the crowd.

Yes, I said wings. Remember the talk we had about the mutants? Well, us three were 98% human. The other two? You guessed it. Bird. That's how we have wings. Our bones are light, our lungs and heart bigger and more efficient, and we had extra, stronger muscles. I could run faster and was stronger than about three men put together. If...you know...men could be morphed together. Now, don't you go give the School any ideas, okay? Yuck.

We leaped in the air as a few in the crowd let out screams. We hovered for a moment, then down stroked and glided over the audience till we were belly up and flying up in the air, the boys in silver and gold leotards and me in a gold and silver one.

Silver silk trailed from the scarf that was tied around my head, tailing also from my ankles and a tad bit from my wrists. It was the same for the boys, except for theirs was gold. We broke into the routine, dive bombing and parachuting, leaping off each other while holding onto each other's ankles, flipping, rolling, loopdiloops, and barrel rolls across the ring, only to take off again. Flying...how to describe it? The magnificent feeling of a pair of powerful wings propelling you forward through the air as instinct guided you, the feeling of being above all...it was purely wonderful. The most wonderful feeling I had ever felt.

Yet, it scared me. I didn't know a thing about flying. I just followed what my gut told me to do, and I quickly learned how to move my wings. At first, they were immobilized, only to wiggle as I shifted. Like a baby, unable to sit up or move properly. Then, I learned by watch someone else at the School. A blonde girl who was lucky enough to escape this life...I saw her practicing once with a White Coat. I learned to move my wings like a baby realizes they have legs and can move them. I tested them out, and they felt heavy at first like when your arm falls asleep. I moved them back and fourth, up and down, and was shocked because of it. White Coats didn't want me to learn how to fly.

But then, the Ring Master took me away from the School. He taught me how to fly with the crack of his whip, and I learned and practiced. It was simple. Instinct. It can't really be described.

The crowed whooped and hollered and I heard one single question being passed around that sent shivers snaking up my spine.

Where can I buy one?

Show business, show business. I hated it. We made for a quick landing as the flickering rainbow colored lights slowed down, transforming into four spotlights. The Ring Master stood in front of us, and shouted into his microphone, "Give it up for our Air Show! And our performers, Storm, Skyler, and Shade!

Us three 'performers' flicked our wings open, spreading them wide, linked hands, and bowed in unison, pasting fake grins on our faces. We tucked in our wings, scooped up our coats, put them on, and disappeared back into the shadows.

"Skyler, your back here. Storm and Shade, head of with Conductor C." Conductor A pulled me aside, snapping my collar off and took me to the dressing room, where I was stripped down and shoved back into the gray rags of a School gown that I had grown up in. From there, I was shoved back into my cage, locking the door and left, leaving me in darkness.

Yuppers, that was the first chappie! I'll get into the other characters more in the next one! Till then!

~White Wind