Hello fanfiction community! I was digging through my backpack and I found this really old story I'd written back when I first started Fanfiction. With a few tweaks I decided to post it and see what you think. So if you hate it be honest. This is strictly a trial run. Anyway, enjoy!

Discalimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or the Flock or any other things related to it.

Max P.O.V.

Three years after I left and it still hurts. I can't believe that, after all I'd done for them, the Flock didn't want me.

~flashback~

"Max we can't live like this." Iggy protested.

"Then what do you propose we do?" I shot back. We had been living in caves, on the run again. Somehow Erasers just kept popping up. Everywhere we went there was a whole platoon of baddies waiting for us.

"Split up." Iggy responded quietly.

"No! I will not split us up again!" I retorted angrily.

"Max please…" Fang pleaded. Which is odd, Fang never pleads anything.

"NO! She doesn't get it! We can't live like this and it's because of Max!" Iggy exploded. I was shocked. This is Iggy we're talking about. He may complain but he's never done anything like this.

"But… we're a family." I said weakly.

"JUST LEAVE!! You don't understand! You obviously don't care about us anymore if you're leading Erasers to us!" Nudge yelled! Nudge too? She was the sweetest mutant you'll ever meet. My family was turning on me. I opened my wings; I couldn't take more of this. Tears began pouring down my cheeks. Yes, the great Maximum Ride was crying.

"Max, we didn't-" Fang was cut off.

"Goodbye." I said coldly, through my sobs. I took off through the mouth of the cave and flew at super speed, just to get away from the pain.

~flashback~

Now I was 18 and defiantly different. I doubt the Flock would even recognize me. My dirty blonde hair had smoothed out and was now a light golden color. My brown eyes glittered with a fire. I worked for the government now. Scary, right? I was in an elite group that was dedicated to taking down Itex. I even had a gun and I was even better at fighting, being superhuman didn't hurt either.

My comm. unit crackled. It was my partner Alexx. He's an experiment too. They called him experiment X, thus adding the extra "x" onto Alex. He's 3% panther and 97% human, one of the only viable experiments. Besides me and the… Flock.

"Max do you copy, over." Alexx said into the mic.

"Yeah, I'm here Alexx. Over." I responded.

"You ready for this? Over." He asked. Even with the static, I could tell he sounded worried.

"Don't worry. You know me. I'll be fine. Over." I said calmly. We were getting ready to infiltrate my funeral. That's right folks, my funeral. The headline approximately 3 and a ½ years ago. TEENAGE GIRL KILLED BY GIANT WOLVES. So now the Flock thinks I'm dead, killed by Erasers. That was Jeb's doing. He found me and recruited me into the rebellion. Jeb was also organizing the funeral. He thought it was the perfect place to reveal myself. As I stepped out of the car I took a deep breath. The Flock doesn't matter to me anymore, they didn't want me and I'm only here to carry out my mission… When was I going to stop lying to my self?

So love it, hate it, want to burn it and throw it out a window? Tell me what you think either way!

R&R

~Silentflier