(A/N: I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE. JAMES P. DOES. I USED THE FIRST TWO PAGES IN THE FIRST BOOK TO ADD EFFECT. I DID NOT MAKE THIS UP. MAX'S DREAM BELONGS WITH ALL RIGHTS TO JAMES P. NOT ME. THE FLOCKS CHARACTERS ALSO BELONGS TO J.P. I ONLY OWN THE IDEA AND WAY THIS IS WRITTEN. I WROTE TWO OTHER STORIES AND I WANT TO KNOW WHICH ONE TO CONTINUE ON BECAUSE I WORK BETTER TO DO ONE THEN DO THREE. SO IF YOU COULD READ AND THEN PM ME WHICH ONE YOU THINK I SHOULD CONTINUE IN THEN THAT WOULD BE GREAT. OKAY SO HERE'S MY STORY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.)

SUMMARY:

MAX IS AN ORPHAN THAT WAS ALWAYS BEATEN. SHE HAS SO MANY SACARS SHE CAN'T COUNT. WHEN SHE'S ADOPTED BY THE MARTINEZ'S WHY IS IT THAT SHE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE MRS. MARTINEZ? WHY DOES SHE NEVER WANT TO OPEN UP TO PEOPLE? IS IT BECAUSE IF SHE DOES THEY'LL ALWAYS BETRAY HER?...OR DOES IT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH HER DANGEROUS SECRET?

Max's POV:

Run! Come on, Run! You know you can do it.

I gulped deep lungfuls of air. My brain was on hyper drive; I was racing for my life. My one goal was to escape. Nothing else mattered.

My arms being scratched to ribbons by a briar I'd run through? No biggie.

My bare feet hitting every sharp rock, rough root, pointed stick? Not a problem.

My lungs aching for air? I could deal.

As long as I could put as much distance as possible between me and the erasers.

Yeah, Erasers. Mutants: half-men, half-wolves, usually armed, always bloodthirsty. Right now they were after me.

Run. You're faster than they are. You can outrun anyone.

I'd never been this far from the School before. I was totally lost. Still, my arms pumped by my sides, my feet crashed through the underbrush, my eyes scanned ahead anxiously through the half-light. I could outrun them. I could find a clearing with enough space for me to-

Oh, no. Oh, no. The unearthly thing baying of bloodhounds on the scent wailed through the trees, and I felt sick. I could outrun men, but I couldn't outrun a big dog.

Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.

They were getting closer. Dim light filtered in through the woods in front of me-a clearing? Please, please...a clearing could save me.

I burst through the trees, chest heaving, a thin sheen of cold sweat on my skin.

Yes!

No-oh, no!

I skidded to a halt, my arms waving, my feet backpedaling in the rocky dirt.

It wasn't a clearing. In front of me was a cliff, a sheer face of rock that dropped to an unseeable floor hundreds of feet below. In the back of me were the woods filled with drooling bloodhounds and psycho Erasers with guns.

Both options stank.

The dogs were yelping excitedly-they'd found their prey: moi.

I looked over the deadly drop.

There was no choice, really. If you were me, you'd have done the same thing.

I closed my eyes, held out my arms...and let myself fall over the edge of the cliff.

The Erasers screamed angrily, the dogs barked hysterically, and then all I could hear was the sound of air rushing past me.

It was so dang peaceful, for a second. I smiled.

Then taking a deep breath, I unfurled my wings as hard and fast as I could.

Thirteen feet across, pale tan with white streaks and some freaking looking brown spots, they caught the air, and I was suddenly yanked upward, hard, as if a parachute had just opened. Yow!

Note to self: No sudden unfurling.

Wincing, I pushed downward with all my strength, then pulled my wings up, then pushed downward again.

Oh, my god, I was flying-just like I always dreamed.

The cliff floor, draped in the shadow, receded beneath me. I laughed and surged upward, felling the pull of my muscles, the air whistling through my secondary feathers, the breeze drying the sweat on my face.

I soared up past the cliff edge, past the startled hounds and furious Erasers.

One of them, hairy-faced, fangs dripping, raised his gun. Not today, you jerk, I thought, veering sharply west so the sun would be in his hate-crazed eyes.

I'm not going to die today.

.

I woke up with a start. I looked around me. My regular-NO. My ORPHAN room. That's right. I'm an orphan. A god damned orphan. I have been an orphan for as long as I could remember. I have lived in over a hundred different homes and all of them have abused me. I have so many scars that I can't even count. My biggest scar was along my back that comes up to my front in a slanted line. I shuddered at the thought of how I got it. That was the most deadly one. The most worst one was along the front of my neck that goes down a couple of inches to my shoulder. That one hurt the most. I had past out because of blood lost and the pain. I don't know how I survived but I did.

I groaned as I realized something. Today was the day that I have to go to, yet ANOTHER house. My 'agent' had said that these people were different. Just like she said to all the others. I scoffed at her when she said that. She gave me a hard look but quickly looked away as I gave her my mild death glare. I have never given anyone the full death glare because they all weren't worth it. They never and never will be worth it.

I swung my legs out of the bed and walked to my 'closet'. It was actually just a door with hangers on it. I packed up all my stuff after dressing in a ripped pair of jeans. The orphanage didn't let me buy new clothes so the jeans that were ripped showed my scars. These were the same jeans that gave me my little but deadly scars. The parts that were ripped showed my scars but not by much. You would have to have excellent eyesight to see them but they were still there.

I grabbed a blood red t-shirt that also had some rips in it. I shuddered. This was the same out fit that I had wore that day when I was thrown out that window. The shirt that had rips in it actually looked like it was suppose to look like that but of course it wasn't. I let my dirty blonde hair down and it stopped a little past my shoulders. I made the bed and made sure that the room was the same way I left it in. I may be rude and unkind and an emotionless being but I have manners too.

I heard a knock on the door. I went over to it with my bag hanging over my shoulder. I opened it slowly and looked at the person in front of me with a blank expression. It was my 'agent'. She smiled brightly at me. Her bright red hair shinning in the lights that were hanging on the ceiling. Her white skin matched her well making her pretty.

"I see that you're already ready. So let's get this over with shall we?" She said with fake happiness. I nodded and walked out…to another horrible family.

Fang's POV:

Everyone was so excited to see the new teenager. Mrs. Martinez was always the one to adopt the orphans, since she can't have them herself. Not since her first child she had 15 years ago. She said that the little girl was ripped away from her and was proclaimed dead. A year later she found out that she couldn't have them anymore. She was heart-broken. Her husband at that time was Jeb Batchelder. He didn't seem to care that the girl was dead from the way that Mrs. Martinez had said.

Everyone was a nervous wreck about it. Iggy has it the worst. He's pacing around the room right now annoying the crap out of me.

"Stop that!" I hissed at him finally having enough of his nervousness.

"What?" He asked looking at me stopping in front of the door. We were now in the living room waiting for the arrival to show up. Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel were playing Go Fish silently on the floor. Mrs. Martinez was sitting on the couch looking absently at the blank TV thinking. I was in a separate chair that pointed at the TV but was able to see the front door. "I'm just pacing."

"No. You're annoying the blank out of me. Now sit down. Nothing wrong is going to happen. So relax and si-"

I was cut off from the doorbell ringing. Iggy and Mrs. Martinez looking nervous slowly walked toward the door. I remained in my seat looking like I didn't care, but inside I was a nervous wreck. What if they don't like it here?

Mrs. Martinez opened the door and in stepped a pretty but way too preppy woman came in. She was obviously not the orphan. Curiosity got the best of me. I walked over to the lady and looked behind her. I still couldn't see the girl.

"Hello. I'm Lissa. I'm the 'agent' for the new Maximum Ride Martinez." The lady said happily. The news made Mrs. Martinez straightened with a hopeful look on her face. Iggy was obviously confused by his step-mom's actions.

"Hi. I'm Valencia Martinez. Thank you so much. So where's Maximum?" Mrs. Martinez asked. Her voice was a little off and I don't know why. She glanced behind the lady named Lissa eagerly for something I didn't know for what. Her look on her face didn't show the excitement that it always had when she would adopt a child. Her face was sewed in hope.

"Oh." Lissa said looking behind her. She seemed confused as if the orphan was behind her all the time.

"Here." A angelic voice said from behind us. We all jumped and turned around to find the back of a girl searching in Mrs. Martinez's fridge. The younger kids, who now decided to join us, walked over with happy faces.

"Hi Max!" Nudge yelped with excitement. The girl instantly froze. Everyone went quiet. Especially Lissa. She had a look of pure terror on her face. Nudge, being the oblivious to anything happy child she is, went on like nothing happened. "We're going to have so much fun! We could go to the mall! That would be awesome! Come on let me show you to your room!" And with that she did the absolutely most idiotic thing ever, for that moment in my opinion. She TOUCHED her. She went right on over to the girl and grabbed her arm tugging her a bit towards the left to the stairs. The next thing happened so fast I'm not sure what happened. The girl straitened so her head wasn't in the fridge and swiftly grabbed Nudge's elbow and twisted it behind her back and pushed her up against the wall. Everyone gasped because it all happened so fast you have to blink and refocus your eyes to see what's going on.

"You will NOT touch me ever again. Got that?" The girl hissed at nudge with her voice practically dripping in venom and ice. I shuddered visibly along with everyone else. Nudge nodded fast.

"Maximum!" Lissa yelled at her. She put a hand on her hip as if scolding a little girl. "You know better." The girl turned around slowly toward Lissa. Mrs. Martinez gasped. The girl was beautiful. No…that was an understatement. She was infinity times beautiful. Her sirty-blonde hair was shoulder length and shaped her face perfectly except a little to the right but that only made her more beautiful. Made her more mysterious. Her eyes were a cold and hard brown. Her tan skin with a little freckles around her nose. She looked at all of us with the cold hard stare. Her eyes widen a bit as she saw Mrs. Martinez. That's because she looked a lot like her. Mrs. Martinez has the same brown eyes and tan skin. Maximum has the same nose, chin, mouth…I trailed off at the thought of Max's perfectly shaped mouth. Her soft pink lips were now in a tight line.

"Do I now?" Max said sweetly. Her voice…it sounded…so much like Mrs. Martinez it was crazy. "If I did then wouldn't I have NOT done what I just DID right now?" she said in a full sarcastic way that made me and iggy stifle a laugh. The younger ones excluding Nudge laughed. Nudge just stifled a tiny giggled while looking down at the ground.

"Well I guess I should go." Lissa said suddenly heading to the door. She turned back at looked straight at Max. "And make sure, Max that you don't tell or torture ANYONE while you're here, got it?" There was a look in her eye that told something else, but no one was able to catch it…except Max.

"Yes Lissa dear." Max said snidely and turned her attention to the fridge. Even though Max didn't see it Lissa rolled her eyes and walked out the door closing the door behind her. There was an akward silence between all of us until Mrs. Martinez spoke up.

"So…Max…who do you think your mother is?" Valencia asked. Her voice was so full of hope that made you want to cry for saying the word no or saying that she's wrong or giving her bad news. Max looked at her, her eyes softening for just a second. She must have had the same thought as me.

"I don't know. I just know that my bastard of a father was some guy named Jeb. So now that, that's over, will someone direct me to my room for the next week or so?" Max continued even though everyone's eyes widened at the answer she just gave. Iggy nodded and walked up the stairs with her leaving all of us down here dumbstruck.

Valencia watched and heard as the sound of a door closing filled our ears. She waited two whole minutes until she burst out sobbing with tears running down her face. She kneeled down on the floor with her head buried in her hands. Her body was shaking completely. Iggy came rushing down the stairs and went to his step-mom's side. He held her close and she buried her face into his shoulder.

"It's her…" Valencia choked out after five minutes of crying. "She's here…it's my Max." She sobbed harder. Everyone was starring at the last place they seen Max.

Up the stairs and into the door of suffering.