Okay, I was just thinking wouldn't that be cool if max had and older sister who was 100% her sister not half like Ella and that this new sister was a bird-kid hybrid to but Max never saw her because something went wrong when the whack-jobs tried to mix her DNA with two animals instead of one.

Anyways my first fanfic so be little nice.

Disclaimer: I don't own maximum ride or any of its characters but if I did we would not all be sitting at home waiting for the next book.

Max POV

The flock and I were back in California, yeah, I know, I never thought I would ever be in this state again, but we had just got word from Jeb that a new school was conducting experiments and that two of the most dangerous captives had broken free last night. After two years of freedom this was the last thing any sixteen-year-old would want to hear but I always fought for the underdog and I now new this meant these two mutants on the run, like we were.

We were waiting in a hotel nearby the woods to see if they would try leaving that way. Jeb had told us that he didn't know who they were or what they looked like so we were keeping our eyes open.

The CSM had provided us with three hotel rooms and it seemed to me that they didn't realize that the younger kids would start an argument over who got what room. Well, whether the CSM knew it would happen or not, it did.

So I, being the totally awesome leader I am, came up with an idea that seemed to make since to me. We could either draw names or draw sticks of different sizes to see who had to share a room with whom.

We ended up with the sticks idea, so Angel brought in the sticks and we drew. Iggy and Gazzy got one room, Angel, total, and Nudge got another, and that left me and Fang. My cheeks went red hot as the flock gave us funny looks; even Iggy had a look to send our way.

So now it was three in the morning and the younger kids were sleeping quietly in their rooms. Fang and I were still awake taking turns sitting at the window watching the woods. At this time I was the one sitting by the window and Fang was lying on the bed with the TV on but every time I glanced at him it seemed more like he was watching me.

I huffed loudly. "This is stupid. I don't think they are going to show up anytime soon."

Fang got up and came to stand behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to move his fingers in slow circles that made me relax. "Don't get so stressed over it. If you want, I'll take over watch."

I shook my head but the massage was so relaxing I could have fallen asleep right there.

Fang gently moved my hair to one side and placed a tender kiss on my neck. "Are you sure you don't want me to?"

My teenage mind reprehended that in two different ways, but this was Fang so I disregarded the perverted possibility. "I can handle watch." Fang kissed my neck again and I shook my head. "Fang, stop doing that."

"Are you sure?" Fang asked again.

I sighed. "I told you I can handle watch." I looked up at Fang so he could see that I really meant that I could handle watch.

I saw Fang shake his head. "That's not what I meant, Max." He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. I turned so that our chests were now closer to one another's and we deepened the kiss. I wasn't sure when it happened but eventually I found us falling on the bed.

The two of us laughed for a second but then we stopped when our eyes met again. The sudden lust I felt for Fang was insanely hard to control. I reached out and grabbed him by his shirt so that I could pull his mouth back to mine, he went willingly.

I felt more than I heard his moan and I couldn't stop my answering moan from slipping passed my lips. My mind seemed to run on adrenaline and lust, which is not a great combination, but at the time I was too busy to care.

Fang's hands slid inside my shirt, his hands slid slowly up my back, and under my wings. It felt good to have his fingers entwined with my feathers that way. I don't fully understand how it happened—I was focused on other things—but I ended up straddling Fang's waist.

We still had our clothes on and at this point that seemed a little silly to me. I started to slowly un-do the buttons on his shirt but then I got impatient—why are there so many buttons on one shirt anyways?—so I ripped the rest of them off.

Fang pulled back and looked at me, no, he stared at me.

"What?" I asked getting really annoyed; I had thought we had a good thing going here. Then a thought popped into my head: Maybe Fang didn't want to. "I mean . . . I thought you . . ." I stumbled around with words for a few seconds. "Don't you want to?" I finally asked.

Fang brought his hands up to cup my face. "Of course, I do, but are you sure you want to?"

I thought of a million smart remarks I could have said but I decided it would kill the mood so I just kissed him a way that would answer his question with a yes.

Fang moaned again and I smiled against his mouth.

Alex POV

Dax and I ran for hours before we saw a single light, and that light was just a random cell phone in the middle of the forest so we decided not to touch it. I could hear the wolves running though the forest, I could smell the stench of the school that clang to their fur.

I was amazed at how far we had come, we had never even been outside of the school but now for the first time ever we were smelling and seeing all new things, not like we had time to enjoy them or anything but that's not the point.

I heard a loud howl rip through the air and I realized just how close the hounds of hell really were. Dax was keeping up with me, or I should say I kept up with him. Even though I'm six months older than him he is still five inches taller, which I find extremely un-fair, but that's what happens when you grow up in an un-fair lab with un-fair "scientists" running un-fair tests on you at totally un-fair hours of the day and night. You see, when I was just a fertilized egg one scientist was supposed to mix my DNA with that of a bird.

He messed up. I don't really know how you mess something like that up, but he did. I guess he started to add in the DNA of some jungle cat and then realized he messed up. So he tried to cover it by giving me the bird DNA as well as the human DNA I already had and the ever so slight hint of a cat's.

The scientists were angry at first because they were sure I would die but by some miracle I didn't. After six months of me staying alive they decided to try it again, on a boy. That's how Dax was created.

But now we are free, or we will be if we could find an opening, a clearing, even a road would be like heaven at this point. I could see a faint light up ahead through the trees just a few feet to our left.

I reached out and hit Dax a little harder than I had meant to but it got his attention. I pointed to the light that was now growing shads brighter as we ran closer, Dax just nodded, he understood.

After fifteen years of living in a dog create and two years of a slightly larger bird cage where you are constantly watched and monitored you tend to learn how to understand what the other person is saying without ever saying a word.

We were approaching what seemed to be a parking lot and we were using every ounce of our unnatural mutant DNA enhanced speed but when we burst through the trees into the parking lot three dogs came leaping out not far behind.

I spun around and launched myself at the closest one, Dax followed my lead. I could feel my nails growing and changing into long feline-like claws and my teeth looked like something out of a horror movie now but it didn't matter, because I knew I would win this fight.

A strangled screaming sound came out of the hound as I sliced into his flesh and then he collapsed dead on the ground. I went after the other two that were now leaping out of the trees but froze as I saw who was with them: Nikes. Six of them.

That's not the real term but we call them that because they were made from taking the DNA out of a dog and mixing it with their own and that dog's name was Nike so tada—you get Nikes. They're like the new and improved Erasers.

Now Dax and I are awesome fighters but even we can't stand against six frigging Nikes. I was itching to give my wings a try but I wasn't sure how it would work or even if they could, how long will I be able to stay aloft.

But right now I didn't seem to have much of a choice.

I looked at Dax then to the sky, he regarded me calmly but I knew he was freaking out on the inside.

I mentally counted to three and then turned around and sprang into the air. My wings snapped open and I knew they were impressive: sixteen feet of dark brown glory with black tips.

I had never flown before but this all seemed to be more instinctive than something you would need practice for. I felt happy and peaceful in the air, but this is my life so nothing good ever stays the way it should.

One second I was enjoying the feeling of flight and then the next second I was being tackled through someone's hotel room window.

I felt the impact of the Nike slamming into my stomach and then I could feel myself slam into the glass of and window and I caught a glimpse of two people kissing on a bed and then the boy rolled over to protect the girl from the shattering glass and then they fell right off the bed onto the floor.

I didn't even have time to think "how cute" before the Nike and I landed on the floor. The Nike was up before I was and he grabbed my arm and jerked me to my feet. The snarl I gave in response was the most jungle cat growl I had ever heard leave my mouth.

I noticed the couple was starting to get up and all I could do was keeping the Nike from seeing them, if he did, they were dead.

I kicked the Nike and measured the room quickly in my mind: it was about eighteen feet, more than enough room.

I turned my back toward the people and snapped open my wings. The Nike wouldn't be able to see them and I noticed that my sudden increase in size intimidated him. He started to back off and then Dax swooped in and grabbed the Nike around his neck. I heard the crunching of breaking bones and then the Nike hit the floor.

Dax came to check out my cuts but I waved him off. "We don't have time for that." I slowly retracted my wings and Dax saw the people behind me. "We have to leave."

Dax understood but I could see he wanted to say something. "They've seen us." He said so quietly that my feline hearing could still barely pick up on his words.

I knew what he meant but I didn't want to go through with it. "They are innocent." I told him in the same way.

"We agreed—." Dax started to reply.

"I don't care." I snapped loud enough that the couple jumped.

Dax glared at me and then I heard his voice inside my head. If they tell anyone we will be found and sent back. We can't risk it. And then he said out loud. "I'm not going back."

I didn't want to hurt them, something about the look on the girl's face made me want to keep her alive, but I knew that Dax was right, I knew he didn't want to do it either but I also knew that if we didn't, we would be back at the school, where death comes as a blessing.

I took my fighting stance: knees slightly bent, hands curled into claws at my sides, and I could feel my teeth growing larger, sharper. I sent a silent thought to the girl. I'm sorry but it has to be done.