Chapter 2: Captured!
Summary: Annabeth broke Percy's heart. The flock just broke Max's. When they get captured and meet up in the school what happens? Percy has wings in this story. Percy/Max Rated T for language
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I was James Patterson, I'm not, so I don't own Maximum Ride. I'M SORRY IF MAX IS OCC! Also, Rick Riordian is my hero, and I love him, (IN A FRIENDLY SENCE!) but I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Max P.O.V
I opened my eyes, blinked, then opened my eyes again. I saw grey metal bars, and suddenly the memories of yesterday morning came rushing back to me. My friends, my family had betrayed me. No, I can't call them family anymore. I guess I fit in nowhere, I was destined to be stuck in the school forever.
Not at all dear! But your destiny does come soon.

What the fuck? There's a person inside my head. Who are you? I thought in my head.

A friend! By the way, you're going the meet the man of your dreams soon! Said the giggly voice.

The man of my dreams. Okay. Question, am I on crack? Cause I'm hearing the voices. That's always the first sign that you're crazy.

The doors banged open and two erasers came in carrying a limp figure, interrupting my thoughts of whether I was delusional or not.

Now, believe me when I say I do NOT drool over random hot guys. I can admire people with good looks, but I'm not a weirdo like that. But this guy was an exception. He was gorgeous. He looked like a god, and he had a powerful aura around him. He had silken, messy, black hair that fell into his eyes, but it looked windswept, like he just came from the beach. I could see that he had a lean muscular body, not vulgarly so, but like one of a swimmer's. He had sun kissed skin with a tight green t-shirt (I could see his amazing abs), jeans, and a pair of black converse.

The erasers threw Mr. Gorgeous, as I had dubbed him, into the cage next to mine. Then the man-wolf hybrids started complaining about the guy. I mean, how do you complain about a guy like that? I did listen in though, to see what I could learn about him.

"They said it would be hard to capture him!" One whined.

"I know! That was boring! But then again, he looked so distracted, and in such pain." The other said. The one eraser swooned, putting his hand to his head, acting like he was in pain. They walked away snickering about him, but I wasn't listening anymore. I poked Mr. Gorgeous's shoulder, and his eyes blinked open. Instantly, I was lost in the depths of his beautiful sea green eyes. I felt like I was lost at sea, and he was the one boat.

"Well," his voice broke me out of my daze. "Getting woken up by a pretty girl in a strange place, good start to the day." That made me blush. Did he call me pretty? Was this the guy that the freaky presence was talking about? Well, if I wasn't insane, and there was actually something in my head. I put on a mask of calmness, and snorted.

"Well hello to you too."

"Where are we?" Mr. Gorgeous asked, ignoring my comment.

"The School." I replied opening my mouth to say more but his beautiful eyes lit up.

"Really? Man, hope I don't blow this one up too! I've already blown up at least 9!" I laughed, his eyes held seriousness lined with mirth and humor.

"No, The School." I said.

"Is there a difference?" Mr. Gorgeous asked, his head cocked to the side so he looked like a baby seal in need of help.

"No," I deadpanned, "all schools torture kids and graft animal DNA into their blood so they are rejected by humanity and called mutants." As I was talking, I showed him my wings so he could see how much of a freak I was.

"So... Your a bird girl"

"Yeah."

"You know that's awesome right?"

That shocked me. I was expecting him to never speak to me again, but I was so wrong. After a few moments of silence, he said "So what's your name, Feather Face?" I laughed again at the nickname, not even Fang had given me a nickname.

"Max. What's yours, Mr. I-Constantly-Blow-Up-Schools?" I replied. This time he laughed.

"Hardy har har, but no, my name is Percy." Percy. Huh, it fitted him. I liked it. Percy, Percy, Percy.

"Well, seeing your the only person I have talk to, we should get to know each other better." I said, making him laugh.

"Yeah. I'm so feeling the love right now." We both laughed, and it felt good to laugh genuinely.

Percy P.O.V.
Aphrodite can't mean her! I thought as I looked at Max, She's as beautiful and amazing as a goddess!

It had been about 5 weeks since I had met her, and we had grown closer. The whitecoats had taken me away every day, and either tortured me, or injected needles in my arms. They kept injecting DNA into me, but they wouldn't tell me what it was, only that it was dangerous.

Joy.

Both Max and I looked like skeletons, because we only ate once a week. I still thought she looked beautiful. We knew quite a lot about each other, though I left out the part where I was a demigod. Which was kinda you know, half my life. The erasers that guarded our hallway had gotten tired of us talking really loudly to each other, so they had thrown us both into one bigger dog cage, and now we were constantly talking to each other. One of the things I didn't know was anything about her family Max had never mentioned her family before, so I decided now was the time to ask.

"Max," I asked hesitantly, afraid of getting another bruise on my arm from her punches, "What happened to your family?" Her eyes darkened, and I was afraid I'd gone too far, but she told me. She told me how the flock had betrayed her, how she was broken hearted. The pain in her voice made me want to stab something. I held onto her as she cried, whispering soothing words. When her sobs turned into sniffles, she looked up at me. "What about your family, Perce?" I searched her eyes, but I couldn't resist her when she looked to sad.

"Max, I can trust you right?" She nodded, not sure where I was going with this.

"My past is difficult and dangerous, but I know I can trust you. My full name is Perseus Jackson, and the Greek gods are real. I am a demigod. Half-human, half-god."

Max was gaping at me, and before I had time to say more, my world darkened, and the last thing I heard was Max calling my name.

AN: Yeah, I know it takes me forever to write, but I have sorta writer's block for this part. Also, I've been reading other fanfictions! (Doges knife) Please review! I'll give you a virtual cookie! I'll try to updat every week, or every week and a half. School is an hard time to write though...