I got out of my writer's block and went into a writing frenzy. I love every word I type. BEWARE: HUMONGO CLIFFY COMING. READ IF THOUEST DARE! It also includes a little bit of my favorite style-Victorian style! Well, without all of the gothic stuff, but I do like the color scheme. You'll see. Oh, and, I legally must:

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does, thought I envy him it greatly. I do have my little plot, thought, and that makes me vvverrryyy happy.

Also, I had someone review saying "Who the heck is Omega?" Omega is the "Wonderboy" who Marrisa Jamenson (I think) loves and makes Max fight when the flock is split in 2 in Book 3: Saving the World and other Extreme Sports. They're in Germany, with all of the rioting kids around the world and the German poliez cars. Ring any bells?

Omega's POV

"M-married!" I yelled, turning red. The girl was absolutely stunning and absolutely hot. She had creamy skin that was a smooth tan, large, doe eyes, and long dirty blonde hair. She was on a busy street in France, I could tell by the signs written in French, in some expensive clothes, including heels, looking dangerous and incredibly powerful.

"Yes," said my dad, Director, still smiling, his good mood not spoiled. "Her name is Special Agent Maximum Ride. You will go with this ring," he pulled out a large velvet box from his coat and handed it to me, "and give it to her. Tell her you are my son, and that it is an order. You must go tomorrow. She has caught a particularly difficult fugitive in a record time. She needs rest."

"You mean to tell me she doesn't know about all of this! This is blasphemy!" I say loudly, redder in the face than before.

"Now son…" he said, his eyebrow dipped. His good humor was evaporating quickly. "Forget the resting for Max. Go now. That's an order!" I turned and fled.

I was escorted immediately by armed guards to her room. They knocked abruptly, yelling "Agent Ride! We have an order to you from the Director!"

The door swung open. Max, her long hair clinging to her back, in a lacy black nightgown (don't worry, it's not anything dirty) and said in a smooth voice, "Yes, Michal, I heard you very clearly. Could you please to be as so kind to introduce the young gentleman you've dragged along with you?" she noticed the Michal's companion's death grip on my arm. By her well-educated voice and stinging wit I knew that she had been specially educated here, where she would be a high-class, successful agent. Given her being a special agent.

"This is Omega, the Director's son. He has come especially with good news-which are orders, and cannot be denied him the right-in which he has come to tell you." Michal coughed. He awkwardly closed the door. She stepped back and motioned to a miniature…sitting room. Her room was in a more gothic-Victorian style, with reds, dark pinks, blacks, mahoganies and ivory. It had a huge, 4-poster draped bed with black lace-like netting around it.

I sat on an ivory chair covered in black lace and she sat on a parallel couch. "And what is your good news, sir?" she spoke, respectful, and crossed her legs, the floor-length nightgown cascading around her feet. I knew I must've appeared nervous.

"Please call me Omega,"

"How thoughtless of me, you must be uncomfortable. I thought it would only be an Eraser or a flyboy. One moment." She disappeared into a closet-room more like it was so big-and produced a deep red robe/dress thing to cover herself.

(If you have ever seen Gone with the Wind, or if you haven't, this is what the robe-y thing looks like: go to .com/imgres?imgurl=&imgrefurl=/2010/03/12/classic-and-iconic-red-gowns/&usg=_swOMBbl_rtYwdaIPDgwo0BdDwPk=&h=3600&w=1797&sz=637&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=ngD52FsOMk8PmM:&tbnh=162&tbnw=81&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dscarlett%2Bo%2527hara%2Bdresses%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1276%26bih%3D563%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=1544&ei=8NvtTLWHPMaAlAen95z_CQ&oei=8NvtTLWHPMaAlAen95z_CQ&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=17&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&tx=31&ty=60 dang long address thingy)

"Now, please tell me the wonderful news that you have brought from the Director." She said, keeping her eyes carefully averted when saying: "The order I cannot refuse?"

"Well, I will let you see if you can understand without my explanation." Before I could chicken out, I thrust the box into her lap. She felt the black velvet for a minute with one thin finger. She opened the box and gasped. She murmured something beyond even my incredible hearing. She looked up with wide eyes. You? she mouthed. I nodded slowly, still in shell-shock.

She slid the ring on her finger, and I saw it for the first time- it was huge, 3 diamonds, all very well cut in a silver setting, practically shining and lighting up her dark room. I looked up at her, as soon as she looked up at me. Tears were shining in her eyes. "I accept. Please let me know when the arrangements will be set. I am very happy. Thank you so very much for telling me in person, Omega."

I stood, and she held out her hand in a sad, formal gesture. I kissed her small hand, bowing my head. "I'm sorry," I whisper, lingering at her doorway, my head turned. I saw her turn away into her closet. I left, closing her door with a final click.

And in a sudden, I knew I had just ruined her life.

Because that tear was not for me…

It was for the man she really loved.

Max's POV

I ran into my closet when the door closed. I threw open a drawer, grabbing a black veil. Strangely, the School had always told me to dress in whatever I like, to be distinguished, almost royalty, and it made people fear and respect me, at a careful distance.

I let my face fall into my open palms and sobbed, letting the tears leak all over me. I dried my hands on my skirt, put on some black silk gloves and secured the veil over my still wet hair and damp face. I pulled it away for a minute, and looked at my face in the mirror. I was interrupted while doing my makeup, because I knew the infamous Agent Ride would never go around without makeup. It was smeared black all over my eyes, and I carefully applied some deep red lipstick, making my insides match my outside. I covered my pale face with the veil again.

Now I went to go and see Fang.

The hallways were dark as I walked to where the experiments were. Tall, metal cages were stacked up on top of each other, the thick metal bars shading the faces of small and large kids, not all winged, some with fins, some with scales, some not even resembling any of their human counterpart at all. I went into the wing for the dangerous escapees, and the Erasers on guard just stepped aside, lowering their head in forced respect.

I swept into the room-it looks like an interrogation room, with an on looking room with the one-way glass. I switched off the camera and audio. To an Eraser, I said "Get the most recent escapee, the one called Fang. 24601." She nodded and stepped out. I waited for a moment, and a bunch of clambering came from outside. These walls were allegedly sound-proof. Yeah, right.

Fang, looking more rugged than handsome, bleeding, with dirty bandages and gauzes hanging off of his arms, came in (more like thrown in) with a pained yelp. The female Eraser stood over him, lifting a hairy fist until I swept out of the secret box room and burst into the "interrogation" room, the steel door slamming against the steel wall, making the girl double over from the painful ringing. Fang cringed a little. She crawled out of the room, whimpering, "I'm sorry, Agent Ride."

"Agent Ride?" Fang said sarcastically, hearing her. "What's your first name, Agent Ride? Are you here to kill me? Given your gloom-and-doom clothes, ma'am."

"Fang, please, don't make small, sarcastic talk. I don't have the patience tonight."

He looked up with wide, black eyes. "Kate?"

Fang stood up; his eyes filled with…love? He couldn't, he couldn't. The Voice! It said he would fall in love-it influenced him! VVVVVOOOIIICCCCEEEE!

"I'm not Kate. My name is Maximum Ride. I am a special Agent for the school, catching the uncatchable. I find the elite and hunt them down. I was supposed to kill you, but I could not. I called them early, saying that the pills to kill you didn't work. They didn't, the pills, they didn't kill you, they didn't." I threw the veil off of my face, and he gasped when he saw my black-caked eyes and red lips. "I can't kill you, and I won't. This is the last time I will see you. I'm soon to be married, like in the times where girls cannot chose; they are chosen for. I'm to be married to the Director's son."

Omega's taut, pale face flashed into my mind and I shook it off. And I broke down crying. With a cough, he collapsed. "No!" I screamed. "The poison!" I wept harder.

"I'm not dead." He whispered, pained, "Just in shock, that's all."

"Not for long," said a wickedly familiar voice. And I knew it was-

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