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Contents
Copyright
To the reader:
PART 1: NO PARENTS, NO SCHOOL, NO RULES
Chapter one
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter five
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Affiliate eight
Chapter nine
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter xiii
Chapter 14
Chapter xv
Chapter sixteen
Chapter 17
Affiliate 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Part 2: PARADISE OR Prison house?
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Affiliate 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Affiliate 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Affiliate 37
Affiliate 38
Affiliate 39
Function 3: BACK TO SCHOOL (THE NORMAL KIND)
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Affiliate 43
Affiliate 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Affiliate 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter fifty
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Affiliate 58
Affiliate 59
Chapter lx
Chapter 61
Affiliate 62
Affiliate 63
Chapter 64
Affiliate 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Affiliate 69
Affiliate seventy
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
PART iv: THERE'S NO Identify Similar Habitation
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Affiliate 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Affiliate 80
Affiliate 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Affiliate 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Affiliate 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
PART five: Dorsum TO SAVING THE Earth
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Affiliate 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Affiliate 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Affiliate 112
Chapter 113
Chapter 114
Chapter 115
Affiliate 116
Affiliate 117
Chapter 118
Chapter 119
Chapter 120
Chapter 121
Chapter 122
Chapter 123
Chapter 124
Chapter 125
Affiliate 126
Chapter 127
Chapter 128
Chapter 129
Affiliate 130
Chapter 131
Chapter 132
Affiliate 133
Affiliate 134
Chapter 135
Affiliate 136
Chapter 137
Chapter 138
Chapter 139
Chapter 140
Chapter 141
EPILOGUE
Chapter 142
For everybody out there who spreads the joy of reading
To the reader:
The idea for Maximum Ride comes from before books of mine called When the Wind Blows and The Lake Business firm, which as well feature a graphic symbol named Max who escapes from a quite despicable School. Most of the similarities stop in that location. Max and the other kids in Maximum Ride are not the same Max and kids featured in those two books. Nor practice Frannie and Kit play any part in Maximum Ride. I promise you bask the ride anyway.
PART one
NO PARENTS, NO SCHOOL, NO RULES
one
Sweeping, swooping, soaring, air-current thrill rides—there's nothing ameliorate. For miles around, nosotros were the only things in the space, broad-open, articulate blue sky. You want an adrenaline blitz? Endeavor tucking your wings in, swoop-bombing for about a mile directly down, and then whoosh! Wings out, catch an air current like a pit bull, and hang on for the ride of your life. God, nothing is better, more fun, more than heady.
Okay, we were mutant freaks, we were on the lam, but human being, flight—well, there's a reason people always dream about it.
"Oh, my gosh!" the Gasman said excitedly. He pointed. "A UFO!"
I silently counted to ten. There was nothing where the Gasman had pointed. As usual. "That was funny the start fifty times, Gazzy," I said. "It's getting old."
He cackled, several wingspans abroad from me. There's nothing like an 8-year-old's sense of humour.
"Max? How long till we become to DC?" asked Nudge, pulling upwardly closer to me. She looked tired—we'd had one long, ugly day. Well, another long, ugly day in a whole series of long, ugly days. If I ever really had a good, easy day, I'd probably freak out.
"Some other hour? Hour and a half?" I guessed.
Nudge didn't say anything. I cast a quick glance at the rest of my flock. Fang, Iggy, and I were property steady, merely nosotros had mucho de stamina. I mean, the younger set also had stamina, especially compared to dinky little nonmutant humans. But fifty-fifty they gave out eventually.
Here'southward the deal—for anybody new on this trip. There are 6 of us: Angel, who's 6; Gasman, historic period 8; Iggy, who's fourteen, and blind; Nudge, eleven; Fang and me (Max), we're xiv too. Nosotros escaped from the lab where we were raised, were given wings and other assorted powers. They want u.s. dorsum—badly. Simply nosotros're not going dorsum. E'er.
I shifted Total to my other arm, glad he didn't counterbalance more than twenty pounds. He roused slightly, then draped himself beyond my arm and went back to slumber, the wind whistling through his black fur. Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Likewise no. Nosotros were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for information technology—no.
"You okay?" Fang cruised upwardly alongside me. His wings were dark and nearly silent, like Fang himself.
"In what fashion?" I asked. I mean, there was the headache issue, the ch
ip issue, the Voice-in-my-head-constantly outcome, my healing bullet wound. . . . "Can you exist more specific?"
"Killing Ari."
My breath froze in my pharynx. Only Fang could cut correct to the centre of the affair like that. Only Fang knew me that well, and went that far.
When we'd been escaping from the Found, in New York, Erasers and whitecoats had shown upwards, of course. God forbid we should make a clean getaway. Erasers, if you lot don't know already, are wolflike creatures who take been chasing us constantly since nosotros escaped from the lab, or School as nosotros call information technology. 1 of the Erasers had been Ari. We'd fought, as we'd fought earlier, and then all of a sudden, with no warning, I was sitting on his chest, staring at his lifeless optics, his cleaved cervix bent at an bad-mannered angle.
That was mean solar day ago.
"Information technology was you or him," Fang said calmly. "I'm glad you lot picked you."
I let out a deep jiff. Erasers simpled everything up: They had no qualms about killing, and so you had to lose your squeamishness about it also. But Ari had been dissimilar. I'd recognized him, remembered him as a piffling kid dorsum at the School. I knew him.
Plus, there was that last, atrocious blare from Ari's father, Jeb, echoing later me again and once again as I flew through the tunnels:
"You killed your own brother!"
2
Of class, Jeb was a lying, cheating manipulator, and so he might accept just been yanking my chain. But his ache after he'd discovered his dead son had sounded existent.
And even though I loathed and despised Jeb, I still felt as though I had an anvil on my chest.
You lot had to do it, Max. You lot're still working toward the greater proficient. And nothing tin interfere with that. Goose egg can interfere with your mission to save the globe.
I took another deep breath through clenched jaws. Geez, Voice. Next yous'll exist telling me that to make an omelet, I have to break a few eggs.
I sighed. Yes, I have a Voice inside my head, I mean, another one besides my ain. I'm pretty sure that if you wait up the discussion nuts in the dictionary, you'll find my picture. Only another fun feature of my mutant-bird-kid-freak package.
"Exercise you want me to accept him?" Angel asked, gesturing toward the dog in my artillery.
"No, that's okay," I said. Full weighed almost half of what Angel weighed—I didn't know how she'd carried him as far as she had. "I know," I said, brightening. "Fang volition take him."
I gave my wings an extra crush and surged upward over Fang, our wings sweeping in rhythm. "Hither," I said, lowering Full. "Accept a canis familiaris." Vaguely Scottie-ish in size and looks, Total wiggled a bit, then speedily settled into Fang's arms. He gave Fang a niggling lick, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snickering at Fang'southward expression.
I sped up a flake, flight out in front of the flock, feeling an excitement overshadowing my fatigue and the dark weight of what had happened. We were headed to new territory—and we might even find our parents this time. We had escaped the Erasers and the whitecoats—our former "keepers"—once more. Nosotros were all together and no one was desperately wounded. For this brief moment, I felt free and strong, every bit if I was starting fresh, all over again. We would discover our parents—I could feel it.
I was feeling . . . I paused, trying to name this awareness.
I felt kind of optimistic. Despite everything.
Optimism is overrated, Max, said the Voice. It'due south better to face reality head-on.
I wondered if the Voice could run into me rolling my optics, from the inside.
three
It had gotten dark hours ago. He should have heard by at present. The fearsome Eraser paced around the minor clearing, so all of a sudden the static in his ear made him wince. He pressed the earpiece of his receiver and listened.
What he heard made him smile, despite feeling similar crap, despite having a rage so fierce it felt as if information technology were going to burn him upwardly from the inside out.
One of his men saw the expression on his face and motioned the others to be quiet. He nodded, said "Got it" into his mouthpiece, and tapped off his transmitter.
He looked over at his troop. "We got our coordinates," he said. He tried to resist rubbing his hands together in glee but couldn't. "They're headed south-southwest and passed Philadelphia thirty minutes agone. The Director was correct—they're going to Washington DC."
"How solid is this info?" one of his Erasers asked.
"From the horse's oral fissure," he said, starting to check his equipment. He rolled his shoulders, grimacing, then popped a pain pill.
"Which equus caballus?" asked another Eraser, standing up and fastening a night-vision monocle over one eye.
"Let's merely say it's insider data," the leader of the Erasers said, hearing the joy in his ain voice. He felt his centre speed upward with anticipation, his fingers itching to shut around a skinny bird-child cervix. And then he started to morph, watching his hands.
The delicate human skin was soon covered with tough fur; ragged claws erupted from his fingertips. Morphing had hurt at starting time—his lupine Dna wasn't seamlessly grafted into his stem cells, like the other Erasers'. So at that place were some kinks to be worked out, a crude, painful transition menstruation he'd had to go through.
But he wasn't lament. It would all exist worth information technology the moment he got his claws on Max and high-strung the life right out of her. He imagined the look of surprise on her face, how she would struggle. Then he'd sentry the light slowly fade out of her beautiful brown eyes. She wouldn't retrieve she was so hot then. Wouldn't expect down on him or, worse, ignore him. Just because he wasn't a mutant freak similar them, he'd been nothing to her. All she cared about was the flock this and the flock that. That was all his begetter, Jeb, cared about as well.
Once Max was dead, that would all modify.
And he, Ari, would exist the number-1 son. He'd come up dorsum from the expressionless for information technology.
4
By sunset nosotros'd crossed over a clamper of Pennsylvania, and a thin spit of ocean twined below us, betwixt New Jersey and Delaware. "Look at this, kids, nosotros're learning geography!" Fang called out with mock excitement. Since we'd never been to school, most of what we'd learned was from telly or the Internet. And, these days, from the little know-it-all Voice in my caput.
Soon we'd be over Washington DC. Which was pretty much where my plan stopped. For tonight, all I was worried about was nutrient and a identify to sleep. Tomorrow I would have time to study the info we'd gotten from the Institute. I'd been and then thrilled when we'd hacked into the Institute'south computers. Pages of information about our actual parents had scrolled beyond the screen. I'd managed to impress out a agglomeration of information technology before we'd been interrupted.
Who knew—past this time tomorrow we might exist on someone's doorstep, about to come up contiguous with the parents who had lost united states of america so long ago. It sent shivers down my spine.
I was tired. We were all tired. Then when I did an automatic 360 and saw a weird dark cloud heading toward usa, my groan was deep and sincere.
"Fang! What'due south that? Behind united states of america, at ten o'clock."
He frowned, checking it out. "Too fast for a storm cloud. Too small, besides placidity for choppers. Non birds—too lumpy." He looked at me. "I give up. What is it?"
"Trouble," I said grimly. "Angel! Get out of the way. Guys, heads upwardly! We've got visitor!"
We swung effectually to face any was coming. Fast!
"Flying monkeys?" The Gasman called out a guess. "Like The Magician of Oz?"
It dawned on me then. "No," I said tersely. "Worse. Flying Erasers."
5
Yep. Flying Erasers. These Erasers had wings, which was a new and revolting development on the Eraser front end. One-half-wolf, half-human, and now one-half-avian? That couldn't be a happy mix. And they were headed our way at about eighty miles an 60 minutes.
"Erasers, version six.5," Fang said.
Split up, Max. Think iii-D, said my Vocalization.
"Split up!" I ordered. "Nudge! Gazzy! Ix o'clock! Angel, up top. Movement it! Iggy and Fang, flank me from below!
Fang, ditch the canis familiaris!"
"Nooo, Fang!" screeched Affections.
The Erasers slowed as we fanned out, their huge, heavy-looking wings backbeating the air. It was about pitch-black now, with no moon and no city lights below. I was still able to see their teeth, their pointed fangs, their smiles of excitement. They were on a hunt—information technology was party time!
Here we go, I thought, feeling adrenaline speeding upwards my heart. I launched myself at the biggest one, swinging my feet nether me to smash against his chest. He rolled back just righted himself and came at me again, claws slashing the air.
I bobbed, feeling his paws whip right by my face. I turned sharply only in fourth dimension to have a hard, hairy fist crash into my head.
I dropped ten feet quickly, then surged back up on the offensive.
In my peripheral vision, I saw Fang clap both hands hard against an Eraser's hirsuite ears. The Eraser screamed, holding his caput, and started to lose altitude. Fang had Full in his haversack. He rolled out of harm'south fashion, and I took his place, catching some other Eraser in the oral cavity with a hard side kick.
I grabbed ane of his arms, twisting it violently in back of him. It was harder in the air, but so I heard a loud popular.
The Eraser screamed and dropped, careening downwardly until he caught himself and flew clumsily away, 1 arm dangling.
Above me an Eraser lashed out at Nudge, merely she dodged out of the way.
Max? Size isn't everything, said the Vox.
6
I got it! The Erasers were bigger and heavier, their wings most twice as long as ours. But in the air, those were liabilities.
Panting, I ducked every bit an Eraser swung a black-booted human foot at my side, communicable me in the ribs just not too difficult.
I zipped in and dealt out some powerful punches of my own, knocking his head sideways, then I flitted out of achieve.
Compared to the Erasers, we were nimble footling stinging wasps, and they were clunky, wearisome, awkward flying cows.
Two Erasers ganged up on me, but I shot straight up like an arrow, simply in fourth dimension for them to smash into each other.
I laughed as I saw Gazzy curl completely over like a fighter plane, smacking an Eraser in the jaw on the turn. The Eraser swung a hard punch, landing information technology on Gazzy's thigh, and Gazzy winced, so launched a side kick at the Eraser's hand, which snapped dorsum.
How many of them were there? I couldn't tell—everything was happening at once. 10?
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