Minimum Ride
A Maximum Ride Fan Fiction
Chapter 8: Midnight flight
That night, after Mom had finished oogling over my wings and had finally let me go to bed, I lay awake, sure that I wouldn't sleep a wink. When my digital alarm clock struck eleven, I pulled the covers back and wriggled out of bed. I made it over to my closet, where I threw on some jeans, and pulled on a grey hoodie that had the name of a popular clothing store sprawled across the front of it in maroon letters. I pulled my hair back, revealing some darker roots not reached by the sun's rays. I stalked toward my window, swerving to check myself in the mirror.
Upon reaching said window, I unlocked the latches, and I pulled up on the window. Once I gave a powerful shove on the window screen, it fell to the ground, unheard. I climbed onto the edge of the window, and jumped, the ground rushing up way fast. I pulled out my wings, hearing a whoosh of the air as they caught, slowing me down. I snapped them in, landing lightly on the ground, crouched down, one hand in front of me to steady myself. I stood up and turned around, heading toward the screen.
I reached down, picked it up, and propped it against the side of the house. I then turned, and stalked into the darkness, away from the warm glow of my home. These were the flights Mom didn't know about. The secret, late-night ones, where it was just me, the night sky, and the air through my wings.
Finally, I reached my destination: A stretch of land between my backyard and land that of the neighbors. I held my arms behind me, and ran toward the woods, across the stretch of land. I jumped maybe seven feet up, then unfolded my wings, giving hard down strokes, countering to the strong upward stroke. I gave an unholy grin as I surged into the night. I lived in Utah, so the scenery was gorgeous. Green in some places, scarlet in others.
I had flown maybe an hour when I saw a large, dark, black van traveling on the road beneath me. Is it just me, or was that the van from before? Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Or perhaps I was born yesterday, or rather, hours ago.
Just then, a disfigured hand popped out of the passenger's seat window. It was huge, brown, and... I squinted. Hairy?
The next thing I remembered was the pop of a gun, the whistle of a dart, and a sharp, peicing pain in my left thigh. Then everything went fuzzy, the world toppled over, and all went black, except it wasn't the night...
A/N: Hey guys sorry I haven't updated in awhile, been wayy busy. I'll keep 'em coming, though. Please review, I gotta know how to make 'em better for ya!