AN/ I've been dying to write this. I don't really know if it's going to be any good or not though. So hopefully it will be. I'm also not really sure if the genre is right, so tell me what genre you think it should be, also, some one, please go on my blog and comment. Its gotten one comment. ONE. The link is on my profile.

Disclaimer: I don't own maximum Ride, but one day, when my book is a best seller, I will laugh on live TV and say " In your face Jimmy Patts!!" hahahahahahha. Yeahhh. On with the story.

Third Person

The year is 2067. The flock have long been extinct. And so has the rest of the human kind. You look around and all there is for miles and miles is beautiful green, clean forests. On the ground though, it's not safe. There is now an abundance of great cats such as lions and leopards and tigers and bobcats. And there are wolves too.

You see, there is plenty of live on Earth still. It didn't end in 1212 like people thought it would. There are empty streets and cars are all packed away in museums. Museums you ask? Didn't I say that all of human kind was gone? Well yes I did. You see, everything they used is still there, except the humans. But not really. Maybe pure humans are gone. But you don't need to go far to find intelligent life, just look up.

A shadow falls across and open field. Then another, and another. Up in the sky, there they are. The scientists who created the flock were right on one account; they had made a superior species. In fact, humans would evolve on their own to become almost exactly like the flock of Max's time. Up high in the sky there are descendents of those who evolved all right, but also, there are decedents of the hybrids of today's time.

Blixie, a girl with beautiful shimmering black hair and wings to match is playing with her best friend, Nema. They are three years old, and already, Blixie knows the story of how her great great grandparents, Maximum and Fang helped to get them where they are now. Blixie still has the signature black wings and hair of her great great grandfather, but the green eyes of her father.

Nema, it just so happens, is a direct descendent of Angel. She had white wings but brown hair and tons of freckles. There are many direct descendents in this future, but not as many as those who only evolved. Blixie is friends with many who are related to no one very important.

Everyone flies. No one has need for cars, and so, fossil fuels have not been used in years. The ozone layer eventually repaired itself. No more global warming. It's just a thing to study in history class.

Look up and you'll find a superior species. One of beauty and mystery. A species with miracle wings. And one day, we'll only have to look up to see them.

AN/ Hey, maybe I can use this as my science fiction story later.