Max's POV

Okay, Remember when I was in Europe locked in that fabulous so called castle/Itex Headquarters and there was a hangar full of those devious little metal eraser wannabes? And I said I've never seen so many. Yeah well I totally and fully take that back. NOW I have never seen so many flyboys. Ever.

Ever.

I was not in the mood for any of this, but being a mutant bird kid you never get any breaks. Its just not cut out for us. Nope, not at all my faithful readers. I took estimates of how many there were. Maybe I don't know, four or five…hundred. I was of all things extremely pissed off. I mean this was ridiculous. Again, not in the mood. They started squabbling in their monotone voices. And I struggled to make out the words. Really, all I got was "Death" an " The Others" repeated about 300 times each. Just when I was about fly away, They charged at me, throwing punches extremely fast for flyboys. "New Version, eh?" I asked , returning the punches. I already had a few cuts and bruises Nothing I couldn't deal with. I'll spare you all of the grunting, moaning, crashing and burning. But lets just say that when the end came, I'm sure both sides were thankful. I flew down to the nearest town and immediately parked myself on a branch. God I was exhausted, and starving. I jumped down from the tree about 20 minutes later and walked around for a good while. I had no Idea where I was, where I was going, and at this point all I really need is a warm place to stay and some food. It was getting dark and the wind was starting to cut through my jacket like a razor. Going deep under my skin and forcing the warmth out of my body until the only heat I had came from the thick red liquid oozing from the side of my head.

Now here I am, walking down this dark street with maybe 3 street lamps at all on the whole thing in the middle of the night in a providence I don't even know the name of. At the end of the road came a building. Lost my credit card, no hotels it looks like. But this house looked like a regular one to me, but a sign above an archway proved me wrong. I walked closer so the dimness could illuminate what it could of the saying. "Brookendale Orphanage, huh? This looks like a relatively safe place…." I started to walk up the stairs, but I stopped right before I got to any closer to the door. What if Itex knew I was coming here? What if there were a hundred whitecoats in there with flyboys waiting for me to walk in? But despite all of the threats that I thought of something propelled me forward. I got to the top step, touched the gaping wound on my forehead, and rang the doorbell.

Suddenly the door swung open. A stocky woman with red hair up in curlers was just staring me down. I'm guessing she noticed that I had some blood running in my eye and motioned me to come in.

I hesitated then reluctantly walked in. Kids of all shapes sizes and colors looked at me like I had eight heads, which considering all that I've been through, wouldn't surprise me one bit. The lady looked shut the door and took my face in her hands. Almost making me punch her square in the face. " Lou! We got another one!! Here sit down" the lady said " I'm Ms. McDaniel. But you can call me Ashley. Me and my husband Lou run this place." And if right on cue, a man with short blonde hair, green eyes and sorta crooked straight teeth walked in with a clip board and a pen. "Good lord, what the hell happened to her?" He asked Ashley. I never thought to make up a story. I'll just tell them that I was jumped or something. But technically, that was the truth, I was jumped by 500 flyboys and kicked all their butts. But I'll never tell…

" I got on the wrong plane, I'm supposed to be in Africa with my parents. They're missionaries, this was supposed to be a family trip. But all I know is that I'm in Canada now. I was walking around and then I got jumped by this group of guys," They started to look a little worried so I knew I was getting to them. " I then came across this place and was hoping that I could have a place to stay until they get back form their trip." Ya done Maximum, ya done good.

"Marcy! Get me some alcohol, gauze, and a towel! Now, hun, When are they getting back and what's your name?" she said as a little girl with brown curly hair appeared. Well they don't look like anyone who would work for Itex. So I decided I could trust them. And trust is a lot coming from anyone. Especially me, who has had some trust issues in the past. I squeezed my eyes shut ad thought about what I was doing. Telling some one my real name, staying in a place where I don't know anybody…living without my flock….

It was all too surreal. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was confusing. But I had to do it. Or I could die tonight in the streets, and if there is any hope of survival, I was going to take it. "Max, Maximum Ride" I saw the astonished look on their faces. Had they finally recognized me as one of those flying kids? I need to get out of here. But before I could move Lou thrusted the pen and clipboard into my hands and told me to fill it out. But before I could even write my name…

I blacked out.

Fangs POV

We'll I'm not gonna tell you everything that happened while the flyboys and I were fighting but surprisingly I wasn't as hurt as I thought that I would be. I was walking down the street looking for some place to stay when I came to an apartment building. It had a for rent sign and I was not going to ask for help from anyone. Some guy came out the front and was headed over to his pickup. " Yo dude! Own this place?" I called after him. He looked over his shoulder and scrunched up his eyebrow. " Yeah who wants ta know?""I do, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Why else would I have asked?" I snapped back. He just looked at me like I was some runaway who was gonna ask if I could live with him. The runaway part he got right, but the only people I wanna live with are my flock. "All right kid, relax. What do you want? An apartment?" he said coming towards me. And putting me on immediate alert. " Why yes I do, how much? And can I pay with a card?" I asked pulling Max's credit card out of my back pocket. " Yeah, sure. Come into my office." We walked in to this narrow hallway that kinda creeped me out. Hopefully the apartments were much bigger than this hallway. And lets hope this guys office is too. " The names Bill" he said while unlocking a door that had a sign on it that said 'Landlord' I don't know about you but it sounds like something you'd find in a Harry Potter book or something. It just sounds so mythical. But anyway we walked into his office and he sat down behind a desk and pulled out some papers. While I just stood and looked around, examining the place. " You know kid, you can sit down." I tensed up at the sound of Bill's voice. I glared at him and heard him mumble " Or not.." and some curse words, which was normal for me. So after a few minutes I sat down. Seeing a look of relief on his face. The he went into full business mode. Talking about this and that then all of the signing came along. He was like 'Sign here and initial there.' I swear if I didn't know any better, I wrote so much I felt like I was famous. " We'll your good to go uh-" he looked down at the papers to find my "name" " Nick. Move in when ever your ready."" Thanks, know any furniture stores around here? I'm…. Emancipated and I need some furniture."" Yeah there is one 10 miles northwest from here. Need a ride?"

" Nah, I'm good thanks though." I said. I'll fly there and get there much faster than you would ever expect. Hope they deliver because I am not carrying a couch and some other stuff on my back. I may be super human but unfortunately I'm not that super human. " You sure kid? That's one heck of a walk. Ten miles. We all need the exercise but that will blow your joints outta wack." He said. Walking out of his office. No I do not need a ride I am way more independent than that. More than you even know. I got up and followed him outside. I walked next to him for a few paces then right by his F-150 Ford Pickup. "Like I said, Nah, I'm good." I called over my shoulder. He Pulled away and yelled out of his window. " Fine, have it your way." "I will Bill, I will." I mumbled under my breath. I ran a few feet and jumped into the air. Unfurling my wings. Feeling the familiar rush of air through my feathers." Now to furnish his apart meant of mine…"Iggy's POV

" Watch it!" Said a girls voice. She sounded pretty ticked. " I was up all night working on this project! And now you go and get blood on it! UGHHhhh!!" " I would watch it if I could. But I cant 'Cause I'm blind." I said in a bored tone.

"Ohh. Um. I'm soooo sorry. I mean. Oh I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I'm-"

" Sorry. I know your sorry. I get it." She was quiet for a moment and if I didn't know any better, she was blushing like crazy. Ha! Score 1 for me!"Yeah, I'm Aubrey. And if you don't mind me asking. Why are you so…ya know…beat up?"" I'm J-Alan. I'm Alan. Oh I was uhh…. hit by a car. That's all I remember. Oh yeah, where am I?" No Jeff. Brings back to many memories…. Captain Terror…Tiffany-Krystal….."Maine. Your in Waldo, Maine. You know what, your coming to my house. My dads a doctor. " Uh wait what! I never agreed to this!"" Don't have to.. I did it for you. Simple."" You have to at least let a brother know!" She started to laugh. That wasn't exactly my intention but at least my comedic genius and timing is kickin' in.

"Your staying at my house. You'll be my big brother.."My mind was mush right now. Is this chick serious? She expects me to stay at her house. I don't even know her! Good Lord!! And all of a sudden she just started talking like crazy. Like… Nudge. She grabbed my wrist and went off walking somewhere and talking about something. Asking me what my birthday was and who were my parents and stuff like that. " You know… my parents were thinking about adopting……"