I'm so sorry if the ending of this really sucks. I am about 1/3 awake, asleep, and dead. It's 12:29 A.M., so I have very little to say except this legal issue thing:

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride: James Patterson does. I had nothing to do with its creation or publishing. Sorry. You wish you could influence me to make the story go your way.

Fang's POV

I woke up in the dark, dirty room, sometime around midnight. The faint moonlight burned my eyes. I blinked, sitting up, and groaned. Cuts skewered up my body with red-brown lines. Thank God that my blood clotted quickly enough so I didn't bleed to death.

I must look like a train wreck right about know. I felt awful. My eyes were crusted together, practically. My black hair stuck to my cheeks. I stood up, looking around the empty room, and strolled out. I had to find a secluded lake or stream or somewhere to clean up. I spat onto the floor, seeing it tinged pink with blood.

I stretched out my wings, and began in my attempt to fly. I was surprised to even make it into the sky, more so when I actually could maintain a snail's pace at a low, smooth speed. I soon enough found a pond and shakily landed near the shore. I looked around warily and began to take off my clothes. (A/N This is not about to get graphic, I promise. It won't even mention a thing. Now, girls, settle down. Enough with the girlish cries.)

I slipped into the water, surprised at its warmth. I sighed. It felt so good. I submerged, and surfaced quickly. Well, crap, I thought, looking around. No towel. So I put on my non-descriptive black shirt, jeans, socks, and shoes on, soaking wet, and trotted through the tall grass, proceeding to become covered in little barbed seeds. Happy, happy, joy, joy.

I looked up at the sky, gauging it to be around 3 a.m. I was in south…west California. If I head down to Arizona, I could probably lie low in the canyons and such- I've lived there so much, after escaping from that horrible nightmare they call the School. I couldn't help but shudder. It was absolutely horrifying. Memories flashed through my open eyes and I blinked, clearing away the dust and scaring images. I tried to shake away the images, failed, and leapt into the hot, humid air, and flew, determined to forget…but never to forgive.

Max's POV

I dropped numbly to the ground. I saw in my peripheral vision a few flyboys jog up. They silently helped me to my feet. A few others approached, bringing a stretcher. "You have a major surgery in a few hours. You must be prepped as soon as possible." I nodded vaguely, and relaxed against the hard pillows. I would have another improvement, making it easier and more efficient to do what I do best-to kill.

I felt a blast of cool air, different from the warm air of Arizona. As we came in, I noticed a red dust cloud float about, comparably dark to the white walls of School. A few nurses approached, saying, "Welcome Agent Ride. Mr. Director will be with you after your surgery." She handed me a hospital gown. "You'll want this soon. Jessica and Amanda will prep you for surgery. Best of luck. You will receive only the best of care that we can give you."

They departed, leaving Amanda and Jessica sprinting to keep up with the speeding stretcher. We made some random turns, and ended up in front of a steel door, covered in locks, bolts, keypads and different password locks.

After the series of locking and unbarring the stainless steel door, the flyboys left, and the panting nurses pushed me into the room. I cocked an eyebrow. "We wish the surgery to be easy, quiet, and fully devoted onto you, our top-tier patient. We'll give you a few minutes to change and will return to prepare you."They gave me a look. "Do you know what they are doing?"

"No," I replied, but felt really nervous about it.

"Well," Amanda said slowly, "It's best that you do not know." Now I was really nervous.

"Will it dramatically affect my entire lifestyle?" she bit her lip, lost in thought. "Not yet. Not quite yet."

(A/N I really ought to stop, because I'm about to fall asleep, but I will permit a short Fang's POV)

Fang's POV

I didn't stop until I reached the western part of Arizona. I'm glad I did, for I almost fell out of the sky, which would southern people would say 'Well, that's a whole bunch of mess.' I collapsed into the cave, feeling my hot wings contract, my back aching. I picked up the worn pack that I wore and grabbed a bottle of water. I looked in the bottle, where the water line was decreasing. The late evening sun glared in my eyes, leaving blue dots in my eyes.

The sun's reflection in the water. It played with rainbows, and when a shadow crossed over the low set sun, the rainbows halted, just as soon as the memory appears. I laid on the ground and fell asleep the instant my head was on my backpack.

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