Sorry for the delay I am now on study leave for my GCSE's so wish me luck. Also I got two reviews last time. That is pathetic if I don't get more this time I will assume you don't want me to continue, it's fine if you don't but I don't want to write for no one to read!

MPOV

It happened when we were walking to school. Perfectly ordinary day nothing to indicate anything was out of the ordinary, Alex had now been gone a total of two months and Asha has faded to almost nothing. Fang I were walking slightly behind the others with Asha trailing at times almost stopping. I was just leaning in to give Fang a good snog when felt my hand start to burn.

I swivelled round to see Asha being pulled into a black van, an eraser pressing a piece of cloth to her face as the fire in her hand faded. I ran toward her with Fang hot on my heels. The front door of the cab opened and another eraser emerged, a gun cradled in his arm. I didn't even get a chance to think before I felt a prick to my neck and the world around me started to fade.

Oh shit.

I forgot to shut my curtains, damn it now that lovely early morning sun was up and in my eyes. I rolled over, well… I tried to roll over. And failed. Something warm and hard was stopping me; I opened my eyes to come face to face with Fang. I yelped and jumped back.

"Welcome to the world of the living" he mumbled to me as I looked around and tried to get my Barings. We were in a small white room about 3 by 3 metres and it stank. Three guesses as to where we were. If you said the school, wooptie doo for you.

We were the only two in the room so I turned round the question in my eyes.

"Asha was taken about an hour ago none of the others were caught." I sighed and looked around trying to find escape routes. Windows? Nope. Air vents? Nope. Glass wall with 24 guards on the others side? Check. Life sucks.

I shuffled back to where Fang was sitting in the corner; he reached out and put his arms round my waist shifting me onto his lap. I smiled and snuggled into him. Hey, if I was stuck in this hell hole there has to be a silver lining.

We sat there for another hour before we heard movement, there was sounds of struggling and swearing then the door was thrown open two erasers shoved in a fairly beaten up Asha.

"Get in there you little bitch!" one shouted as Asha fell to the floor.

I sighed. "She's part bird not dog."

I got punched for my humour.

When the guards left Fang and I scooted over to Asha to asses her injuries, apart from a black eye and being exhausted she was fine.

2 days later.

They haven't been to 'see' us since Asha was returned, and on the one hand I'm hoping they have forgotten us, but on the other us avian hybrids we need food and lots of it.

It was just as my stomach made its presence known for the 5th time in the last 5 minutes that the door opened. In walked a man with a small black moustache and a dodgy comb over (I'm going to call him Stachey) followed by one timid looking white coat that I could take in my sleep. Lastly an eraser filled the doorway stun gun at the ready.

"Which is experiment 17229?" asked Stachey, the white coat stammered looking down at the clip board clasped between his sweaty hands.

"umm well sir the notes here are unclear but I believe it to be the boy. It says that they refer to 17229 as Maximum Ride." He said looking up and pushing his wire spectacles up his overly large nose.

I snorted and turned to Fang. "They've changed our names apparently. Who would have guessed? You would at least think they would know their own experiments!"

Fang just smirked and turned back to Stachey who looked ready to whack white coat round the head with his damn clip board. "Hold out your arms" he ordered.

"Now why should we do that." I said mock thoughtful.

Stachey didn't repley just gestured to the eraser who stepped forward and grabbed my arm and yanked up my sleeve. I was pulled forward so Stachey could read the numbers permanently etched into my skin.

"Experiment 17229, how nice to see." He said smiling greasily down at me, I didn't think it possible for someone to smile greasily but Stachey just proved me wrong.

"I would say the same but my mother always told me not to lie." I said staring defiantly back at him.

He didn't reply just turned and indicated for the eraser to follow. It did so pulling me along behind. I started to struggle and as soon as my first scream met the air Fang went mental.

He growled and jumped onto the eraser punching and kicking left right and centre. I leapt out the way and out the corner of my eye saw the white coat yelling urgently into his walky talky.

2 seconds later back up came bursting in. fang was pulled up and tranquilised along with Asha and I was pulled kicking and screaming out the door. Then someone had the fantastic idea to tranquilise me.

When I awoke I was strapped to a table dressed in my birthday suit, the room was bare and up until that moment empty. Stachey walked in smiling down at my.

"experiment 17229 we decided we needed to look at that lovely body of yours and check everything is in working order so I hope you don't find this too, ah, uncomfortable." At the end of his speech he clapped his hands twice and like the good little dogs they were the white coats hurried in and began the 'check-up'.

After much prodding and poking using scalpels, needles and all manner of sharp things, one of the coats stood up and said " sir there's something you should see"

Stachey strode over and lent to see what the white coat was talking about. They were fussing about a small pair of feathers about two and a half inches wide that looked like a tattoo just above my heart, it had turned up about 6 months ago and as it didn't cause any pain or discomfort I had just shrugged it off.

Now let's just go back a minute, anyone who knows there biology will know that having a tattoo just above my heart is not a very comfortable place to have two perverted middle aged men staring at.

"Quit gawking will you I know I'm attractive and everything but really you're old enough to be my grandparents." I spat out they ignored me and Stachey leaned over and pressed his finger down on the tattoo.

I screamed.

Just then the door burst open a white coat ran in looking hassled unfortunately for me Mr. perverted white coat was at that moment leaning over to 'inspect' my tattoo with a scalpel and at the sound of the door being thrown open he jumped and the sharp tip of the scalpel slip into my skin like a hot knife through butter. I muffled a scream as my back arched of the table.

Stachey however ignored me and turned to the intruder. "Sir Experiment 17230 is having some sort of seizure." And that was the last I knew as at that Mr. pervert decided to try to carve out my tattoo and the pain caused me to pass out, my last thought was i have got to stop doing this and I slipped into the dark.