Okay, this is technically my first fanfiction…so please be nice. This fic is mostly going to be in Max's point of view, but there will be some points where they switch. Don't worry, I'll let you know when that is. So, hope you enjoy! I know the chapter's short, but I'll try to post Ch. 2 soon. I've already got it typed up, so it looks like it will probably be tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Maximum Ride, Twilight or the Justice League.
Chapter 1: Spooky
I whirled around to investigate the source of the noise. Nothing had happened on my watch so far, and I was hoping nothing would. I saw a squirrel foraging through the leaves. It made the snapping sound from before as it crossed over a frail twig.
I relaxed my shoulders and rested my head against the tree before returning to my watch. It was just a false alarm. Thankfully there weren't any Flyboys after us…yet.
The rest of the Flock rested in various branches around me like a bunch of exhausted monkeys. They were catching up on well-needed sleep; sleep that I needed too. But hey, I'm the leader, and leaders don't complain no matter how tired they are. We'd been flying all day, and as usual we were flying with no particular destination.
We'd destroyed Itex, or so we hoped. But I could feel in my hollow bones that I wasn't finished saving the world yet. Of course, the million-dollar question was what else was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to make sure the world was safe and stayed safe if I didn't know the next company of mad scientists I was supposed to destroy?
All your questions will be answered in time. Though they may be in ways you don't expect.
I groaned. The Voice was back with a vengeance.
Have you been reading fortune cookies again? I asked.
As expected, I got silence for an answer.
Suddenly a cold breeze ruffled the leaves in my tree. It grew stronger until a piece of paper flew into my face. I grabbed the paper and the wind mysteriously ceased. There were words written in ink on the paper and I started to read them.
I know you don't trust me, and I understand your reasoning, but I have extremely valuable information for you. Information regarding the next step in securing the world's safetly. Please try to overlook your mistrust in me this once. I'll be in the bookstore in Port Angeles, Washington at 9:00 a.m. this Saturday. Don't be late.
My mouth dropped open.
Told you Max.
I couldn't come up with a witty retort, just one work.