Halle POV
"Thanks for tuning in with Nassau Weather Now. The temperature today will be around 84 degrees. Schools out for the holidays, meaning kids will be swamping the beaches. Remember kiddos to wear your sunscreen." I clicked the power button on the remote, shutting the idiot on the TV up. I turned to my friend Vanessa.
"Why do they even tell us the weather? It's the Bahamas, it's not like it gets cold here. I've been here 2 years and the coldest it's gotten was 63—but the sun was still shining." Ness nodded her head along with my rant. "And kiddos? Pedophile much? Plus, we're nine not five."
"Halle, I think you're taking this kind of personally."
"I'm just stating the obvious. Anyway, want to go to that cave by the beach?"
"The one that's hidden and no one knows about?"
"That's the one." She smiled and nodded, grabbing her bag while I grabbed mine. "MOM, WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!" We left before she could tell us otherwise.
Ella POV
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! MAX WILL FUCKING REMEMBER AND COME TO SAVE ME, MOM, HER FLOCK, AND KICK ALL YOUR DAMNED ASSES!"
Calm down Ella, they can't hurt you.
Hell yeah they can!
"Director," One of the scientists said, watching me with wide eyes. "I thought she was the one who didn't believe in violence."
"And didn't raise her voice?" Another chimed in.
"Obviously, she has been spent too much time with Maximum Ride." The Director, who surprisingly was a woman, came and kneeled down next to the cage I was in. "Ella Martinez, you're sister isn't going to save you. It's been two years and she doesn't even know her name, let alone yours. Just be a good lab rat and shut up."
I spit in her face. "Go to hell." That was something I learned from Max. The Director tilted her head, inspecting me; she whipped the spit from her face.
"You haven't hit a nerve yet, you're wasting your time. You're pathetic life will be over soon."
"Do you really think you can get away with this?" I asked, watching her get up and move back to the monitors.
"I already have."
Roland POV
"Slow your asses down, I'm blind!" I yelled.
"Like that's stopped you before, Rollo!" I heard Jesse yell back. I followed his voice towards the kickboxing gym, my hand skimming the walls lightly.
"Damn Jesse, my man, you're really going to go up against a blind guy?" I didn't know the voice, but I could already tell I didn't like the guy.
"You haven't seen Rollo in action." I tuned them out, wrapping my hand then stuffing them in my boxing glove. I walked over to the nearest punching bag and started punching with smooth, precise moves.
Jab, right kick, right hook, roundhouse kick.
I heard Jesse walk over and steadied the bag. "Out of curiosity, man, how'd you learn how to fight?"
I didn't hesitate in my answer of my punch. "Max."
"Who's Max? I gotta meet this guy."
"It's a girl."
"Bloody hell, it's a girl, girls can't fight." I felt fury wash over me, my fist swinging so hard the bag pulled from the ceiling and threatened to fall. But I felt the fight ran out of me quickly, I didn't know a Max. Boy or girl.
"Let's just get this over with, Jess. I'm going to kick your ass and you know it."
But deep inside, I knew Max taught me to fight.
Shyanne POV
"Yo, Shy; wanna catch a movie Friday night?" I bit my nail, hell yeah I wanted to go, but I couldn't sound too desperate.
"I guess." WTH? I guess?
"Hey, if you don't want to go you don't have to." Jake said.
"No, I do, I'm really excited." I gave a short laugh. He smiled and left before the bell could ring. I slowly walked towards the counselor's office. "Shyanne Adams." I said once I walked in.
"Go ahead in." The lady said. I smiled, walking back to the room labeled 132 Kim.
"Hi, Shyanne. Go ahead and take a seat."
"Am I in trouble?"
"Course not; I just wanted to check in with you. I do this yearly with new students."
"I was new two years ago." She smiled.
"Yes, I know, this is just a checkup to see how you have adjusted. I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to answer them as truthfully as possible. Can you do that for me?" I nodded. "Okay, so you're 14 years old, this is your freshmen year; you have lots of friends, right? Is all that true?"
"Yes."
"Good, how do you like it here?"
"It's cold, but at least it doesn't make my hair frizz."
"Well this is Canada. What do you think has changed the most since you got here?"
"I used to talk a lot, I don't much anymore."
"Why not?"
"I guess I just didn't see the point of my rambling. When I'm really excited, I'll talk so much my friends have to slap their hands over my mouth though."
She nodded, carefully taking notes. "It's called growing up, Shyanne. Do you have a role model?"
"Max." I said automatically.
"And what is this man's relationship to you."
"Max is a girl, and she's like my mother." Miss Kim looked up at me with an expression on her face that I couldn't read, she scribbled something down in her notebook.
"Who is she?" I frowned, thinking about it.
"She's always in my dreams. Protecting me, watching over me, when I close my eyes I see her face but I can't ever hear a voice.
"So she's someone you made up. Why do you think you see her as a mother figure?"
"I didn't make her up!" I said, suddenly remembering her smiling face. "I know her, from somewhere, but she's not just a mother, she's a best friend. And sarcastic and beautiful and always looking out for me, tough as nails too."
"Shyanne, it's just a dream, Max isn't real."
"You don't know anything." I snapped; she recoiled slightly surprised by my sudden outburst.
"I think that's all for today." She said slowly. "You can back to class." I walked out of there stiffly; my head hurt and Max's face kept fading in and out. I suddenly felt so stupid; the stupid Canadian air was finally getting to my head, making me delusional. There was no Max.
StupidStupidStupid.
Dr. M POV
"There is something seriously sick about you." I said, craning my head to try and look around. "Taking children and grafting animal DNA into them. You'll be on death row, with everyone else associated with your program. You're a murderer, a monster."
"Dr. Martinez, I do believe you're forgetting something. You volunteered your child, you allowed us to inject your baby with bird DNA. You let us take her when she was born, we fed her, clothed her, bathed her. The wings on her back was all your doing, your fault."
"Shut up."
"And then you just forgot about her. Moved on and finished college, had another baby, bought a house."
"Stop."
"We tested her, trained her, made her stronger, faster, and better. She always dreamed of a mother, but instead she grew up being one. Then she finished our work: feeding and bathing her Flock. She trained them, just like we trained her."
"Please."
"She always thought she was safe, but we knew. Where she was and what she was doing. The others never really mattered; it's always been about her. Your daughter."
"Stop, please."
"Fourteen years passed, and then she found you. But she didn't know, you did. From the moment you saw her face and her wings, you knew that she was your first born. But you didn't tell her, you weren't ever going to tell her, but you were going to let her thing someone else was her mother, and then someone else told her. You had to face her, but you left something out."
"Don't."
"You left out the fact that she's an Avian-American, a mutant, a freak, something misunderstood because of you. You'll be on death row with us, but I have to say thank you. Thank you for giving us our most successful experiment ever. Maximum Ride."
Trevor POV
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww! Trevor, that is so gross!" I grinned as Emily screeched and screamed. If I do say so myself that was the best fart ever! "I am never going to get over that stench! Oh, god I'm doomed! Ew. Ew. EW!"
"You're suck a drama queen, Em."
"Trev, I can't even function. That was horrid. You're 11 freaking years old, can't you just grow up?" She stomped off, leaving me alone. But I was used to it; she said the same thing every time.
"And now I'm bored." I grumbled. I started walking in the opposite direction went, slipping deeper and deeper into New Zealand. I've been here two years, and my only friend is a girl who puts up with everything about me…except my farts. BUT THEY'RE SO AWESOME!
Plus, ever since I got over the whole cooties thing, I started too really like Emily. But I would never tell her that, and we're only 11. I may need to grow up some, but I don't to grow up that much. If ya know what I mean. She probably doesn't even like me.
I continued into the woods, and I'm proud to say I didn't trip over any roots. I am a great survivalist! I quickly checked my surroundings, making sure the coast was clear, and then pulled out several wires. I was going to make a bomb, it would take longer than I would prefer. I needed an extra pair of hands' but this is something Emily definitely wouldn't approve of.
Oh well.
Dylan POV
I was in the same cage. In the same room. With no one but Max's sister to keep me company. The cage was small and tight, the room was a blinding white, but Ella and I have gotten close in the last two years. The scary thing is: she's becoming more and more like Max with each passing day. Taunting the white coats, treating to release Max on them, etc.
"Well, well well what do we have here?" Said an Eraser (they stopped making them years ago, except to keep them as guards for the School), pushing a cart with our food on it. "A meaningless sister and a failed experiment."
I wasn't failed: I was a success. I was finally getting Max to adjust to me after Fang left, we were growing closer…and then we got captured. The others had been separated with their memories erased, and they attempted to do the same for me but since I wasn't created by them the procedure didn't work.
So I'm stuck here.
But I know everything that's going one; I know exactly where everyone is and how they're doing. I know that Fang's our only hope, and luckily they haven't found him, yet. I just really hope the Director isn't right. And (yeah this will shock you) I hope Fang isn't dead. But after each day that goes by, my hope goes with it.
They may actually get away with this.