So begins my first chapter! I've had this in my documents for like, ever and then one day I had a brilliant idea for my newest fic. I have high hopes for this one! So the full summary: Pre Fang- When Iggy is suddenly captured and taken back to the school, he comes back with unintended side effects. Rated T for violence and mild cursing. Possibly some OOC-ness sorry!

La disclaimer: I wish, I hope, I pray, but still I don't own Maximum Ride.

Iggy's POV

I sat in my room painting. Yeah, painting. It was my little secret, only Angel knew about it, and that was only because she could read minds. It was stupid anyways. I couldn't even see what I was painting. My stupid blind eyes only stared in space. I could feel my painting though. The red, blues and violets. I loved stirring them all together in a massive rainbow. (Did I just think that? No, that had to be someone else. Someone less . . . Manly.)

"Iggy!" I heard Max screaming across the hall. "Get your big butt down-stairs to cook breakfast."

Wow. That was the pure sound of appreciation. Sorry, it's just that Max rubs me the wrong way sometimes. She is always so freaking bossy. When she isn't yelling at me, she ignores me. I mean, she's my sister, so I don't feel to bad saying I feel ignored. Don't take it the wrong way, I love her, I really do. Just . . . Sometimes it's like I'm five, not fourteen, you know? Which honestly, I can't really blame her, well, not all the time. Dragging my blind butt everywhere must be a pain.

Not that I'm a complete downer, I just hate being blind. You'd think after a couple of years a kid would get used to it. I am used to it, I guess. I don't wake up screaming "I'm blind! I can't see oh my god!" but I still wake up groaning, cause you know, it's not a charm live a blind life.

I groaned put the paint brush down. I carefully hid it under my closet. We, the flock were now living at Dr. Martinez's place. I have to admit, it was pretty nice. I don't have to share my room, which is always a plus. The three oldest kids didn't have too, Max, Fang and I, but the kids did.

"IGGY I AM GOING TO COOK UNLESS YOU WAKE THE HELL UP!"

"I'M AWAKE!" I screamed just to shut her up. Man, I am NOT a morning person.

I slid my hand down looking for the doorknob. I opened the door, stairs were my next challenge. Just fifteen steps, don't slip. I made a mental reminder. I made it to the kitchen.

"Finally, I thought you were dead. What are you making for breakfast?" Max said, and it sounded like she was twirling her hair.

"Eggs, bacon, toast. You don't like it, too bad." I said getting the frying pan. I had practically memorized every thing in the entire house.

"Me? Picky? Never." She retorted.

"Oh, hey Max. Good morning. I woke up by my self this morning. So unlike me! That reminds me, I took a personality quiz online and it says I'm a summer, which is pretty cool. I would of absolutely died if it said I was a winter. I mean, it's cold, everything is dead, why is this season even here? It's so boring and-"

I cut Nudge off before my ears bled. "Nudge please, it's the middle of the freaking morning!"

"Sorry." She smiled, at least I think she did. I normally would let her rant, her voice was kind of soothing, I was just in a mood this morning.

I heard someone yawn. "Morning." It was Angel.

I stirred the bacon. While I was cooking absent mindedly I heard the rest of the flock join the kitchen. Didn't they have better things to do than stare at food at nine in the morning?

I fixed the eggs. Cooking was the only thing I had. Gasman could still make bombs, with or without me by now. I could hear footsteps, but seriously, was that even worth mentioning?

"Done. Eat up." I said waving the flock over. Finally, I could go up and paint again, or sit and listen to music. Whichever, I wasn't in the mood to eat.

"Iggy where are you going?" Gazzy said behind me as I was heading up the stairs.

"Um, to my room, I'm not quite that hungry."

Max burst out laughing. "You? Not hungry? You stuff your face every chance you get! Are you feeling sick?" She said full of sarcasm and "mom tone".

"No, I'm just not in the social mood." I'm never in the social mood, not being able to see any thing but black can put a damper on your social life.

"Okkaayyy. Whatever Mr. CrankyPants." I rolled my eyes. "Is that paint on your arm? It looks like you've got orange paint on your arm." She asked. Crap.

"No, me? The blind guy painting? Very funny." I said sarcastically.

"No seriously. It looks like paint."

"Well it's not. I don't know what it is, but it's not paint."

I sighed and started stepping up the stairs. Crap, I lost count. I tried going down stairs to retrace my steps. I slipped and landed flat on my face.

"Are you okay?" Max said getting up.

My blood was boiling with embarrassment. "Shiiiii-darn. I'm fine. Just eat. Okay?"

I got up and stomped to my room. I fell on my bed. I just wanted to crawl away. Instead, I feel asleep.

I woke up to Max knocking quite loudly on my door.

"Iggy? Are you sure your okay?" She said nervously.

I opened the door.

"Just freaking peachy. I'm just in a mood, you know?" I said looking at her face, or what I imagined her face to be.

"Listen, I know how it can be, you know?" She said pulling her hair behind her ear.

"How the heck do you know?" I said my voice rising.

"The pressure get's to me, you know, me fighting the world, and having to save it."

"Yep. Max, the hero. Not to mention those little people behind her. What were there names again? Oh right, the flock."

"Hey what's with you this morning?" She seemed shocked.

"Sorry, I just, I don't know. I'm in a mood." I said again, shrugging.

"Well tell me when you get the heck out of it!" She slammed my door.

Great. The perfect way to start a morning. Just perfect.

Sorry if anyone was OOC but I figured I should resolve the Flocks moodyness from the previous book. I know this is pre Fang but still. Anyway, I hope to update pretty soon! Please tell me what you think because seriously, I gotta know!

RnR?