Moe: Ello! :3

Nudge&Angel: Hi!

Moe: ^.^ This is gonna be an (hopefully) epic story! I've been thinkin of doin it for at least 2 years now! I haven't read the books for quite a while so plzzzzzzzzz help me if I do OOC (especially fang). I do apologize ahead of time for any misspelling, OOC, or anything else that's rather annoying. Annnnyways, this here is an Iggy and OC story (mostly in OC's p.o.v)! It's my first Maximum Ride Fanfic. Plz be nice to me! And let's get started!

Underlined or italic: Spoken in Russian

Normal: Spoken in English

Nudge: She talks more than me o-o

Angel: and her thoughts r just as busy

Moe: -.-"someone just do the disclaimer!

Angel: Moe doesn't own Maximum ride or any of the characters!

The cool floor rushes up to meet my face as my legs give out. I wait again for the sting of the cattle prod, but it doesn't come. My arms lay flat at an odd angle in which I fell. My long black hair fans out around me. I breathe heavily, closing my eyes tightly and listening to the world around me. Footsteps echo at a far off distance.

"Alik, she's as worthless as the rest." The fluent Russian voice spat.

"Patients, Dima. Jeb promised us that she is useful." The familiar deeper Russian voice replied. "Just leave her for today. There's no point in nearly killing her. Coffee?"

I waited as the sound of their retreating feet was just out of distance and a large door slammed shut. My arms suddenly surged with newfound adrenaline and I pushed myself to my barely capable feet. Ignoring the spinning in my head, I rushed forward to the large gray vents resting on the far end wall. Bolts held the caging tightly to the wall. I dug my sharp tipped nails into the surrounding concrete walling and pulled with my remaining energy. After a crying screech of protest, the metal bent and released itself from the vent.

"Dove!" A deep, booming voice yelled in Russian. I turned to see the white coated older man race towards me. Alik. His bright green eyes were held with betrayal and his brown hair was thrown back as he raced towards me.

"I'm sorry, Alik." I cried as I threw myself into the vent and allowed gravity to take me down towards freedom.

Loud alarms cried and Alik yelled after me. I pulled my feet tightly together and wiped off the watery trails running off my face. Alik was the only humane human working for the school and the only person I could ever even closely consider as family. I readied myself as I neared the end of my escape. My feet connected with metal and for a moment my fears were that I was stuck, but it gave in and I began to fall to earth. Large pure white wings whipped themselves out of my back and caught my falling figure, lifting me in the air and away from the school.

"In other world news, Sighting of 'Flying children' have been spotted in the United States…" A box of pictures said from the store window. A sign marked it as a television, but such words were never taught to me during the short education times held at the school. Freezing winter air bit at my exposed toes and fingers, making the Russian winters seemed so unbearable, but the news lady's words kept me to my spot. If her words were honest, then the chance of others like me was bright.

A thin green shirt clung to my thinned frame and worn gray sweats that were a size too big hung off my hips, almost covering my bare feet. Long slits ran through the back of my top, allowing more cold air to attack my flesh.

"Oh my child! It is deathly cold out here, what are you doing dressed so little?" A concerned voice asked from next to me.

I jumped back in surprise and caution. A young woman with bright blue eyes stared back at me. Her beauty was overwhelming. A think dark fur coat buried her body within, but her thinness was apparent. Unlike me, her thinness was appealing and only complimented her looks instead of making her out to be a starving child as it did me. Her skin was unusually tan for living in Russia.

"I know a place for you to get warm. It's not so far from here either." She held out her hand, welcoming me in.

She smiled as my hand rose hesitantly. But what should have been a sweet grin turned more into a malicious smirk of victory. I glanced at the television still showing the American news. Her eyes followed and she smirked.

"Let's put it this way Experiment 39, you really have nowhere else to go." Two men dressed in black, who I hadn't noticed before, stepped up behind her.

I let my hand fall back to my side and observed the street, hoping civilians were around to witness the adults cornering a young teenage girl. One of the men rolled his eyes impatiently, while the other had a hungry look on his face. I figured their intentions were not the same.

"I bet erasers make terrible pets." I muttered cracking my knuckles. The woman's face twitched, contorting itself out of shape. A deep throaty growl came from all three.

"Little brat!" Screamed the eager male in a different language which sounded vaguely of English.

Everything from that point happened in fast forward. Both men tried getting around the female as she was changing. Her face shifted as the weight of the men brought all of them to the ground. I killed my feet hard down on the ground, jumping to the air and snapping my giant wings open. I gave a hard flail of the wings and they lunched me into the air.

"There's nowhere for you to go!" A scream yelled after me, but I ignored the call. I knew where I needed to go and where I wanted to go. America. To find the other bird kids, my kind.

The only problem seemed to be getting there. I knew I couldn't fly the entire way. I hadn't enough energy to start with. As I thought it through, a ship dock caught my eye. The water melted with the sky line, America was out of sight, but the ship offered hope. If I could sneak on and just pray they were heading in the right direction.

Moe: Hows that for a start?

Max: Plz review!