Hey everyone! Sorry if there isn't much dialogue in this first chapter, I just wanted to set the beginning of the plot down first so I can just move on in the next chap. So... enjoy! Oh and:

The presently included characters (more to come):

Max- sixteen
Fang- sixteen
Iggy- sixteen
Nudge- eleven
Gazzy- eight
Angel- six

Percy- sixteen
Annabeth- sixteen
Nico- twelve

Maximum Ride POV

The aircraft was dark, crawling with shadows and plenty of sleeping passengers. The only light in the claustrophobia-initiating mass was Fang's laptop on the folding table in front of the silent figure on my right and the occasional monitor entertaining the few active passengers aside form us. By us, I speak of the flock. You know, The Flock. The group of Avian Americans who have saved the Earth's skin heaps of times?

Ugh, I guess I'll have to begin the usual introduction for those idiots reading a fan-fic of a series they have no clue even exists. Well, the previously mentioned 'flock' is my "family." By family, I don't mean biological, I mean closer-than-hand-woven-silk family. The flock is made up of six members, seven if you have a fondness for talking canines.

The youngest of our family would be Angel, a mind-reading six-year-old who has the most powers out of us all. Next to her would be Gazzy, short for the Gasman, the eight-year-old biological brother of Angel who happens to be the owner of a poorly controlled digestive track. Besides those two, the rest of the flock is not related by blood. The third youngest would be our eleven-year-old chatterbox fashionista extraordinaire: Nudge! That girl could give you a miracle makeover while talking your ear off with topics ranging from poor, deprived ducklings to the magical leprechauns at the end of a rainbow, all in the same conversation.

The third eldest of the flock is our pervert pyromaniac/chef, Iggy, who is able to get around the fact that he is blind effortlessly. Second eldest is the shadow of the flock, who also happens to be my best friend/ boyfriend/ right-hand man: Fang! Finally, the leader of the flock would be me, the one and only Maximum Ride: saving the world by day, and continuing to save the world by night. Fang, Iggy and I are all at the glorious age of sixteen. For the earlier mentioned talkative canine lovers, Total is the annoying black Scottie, who somehow has knowledge of the world's celebrities, sights, culture, etc.

We had departed from my mother, Dr. Valencia Martinez, and Ella, my fourteen-year-old sister's home back in Arizona at around ten o'clock P. M. So now, the flock and I were on board Jet Blue airlines, flying to New York City, the most crowded city I know of. With its bustling, polluted air, it's the best place for six bird-kids to live these days! Not!

You see, my biological male parent, Jeb Batchelder, who is slowly becoming my second most hated person in the world rather than the first, believes that the flock should grasp the concept of an average human's education. The reason why we're traveling to the West Coast instead of just attending Ella's school back in Arizona, where it is warm almost year-round, is because Jeb thinks that, while we learn "valuable" skills, we should live near some people who could be of use to us on our mission to save the world from pollution and evil baddies alike.

However, the man has refused to tell me whom this useful person is despite my spine-chilling glares, leaving me only with a fortune cookie message. Literally! About a week after we had rescued my mother from a sinister Chinese man named Mr. Chu, Jec had treated the whole family to a Chinese restaurant. After we had eaten, each of us had cracked open a a tiny, golden fortune cookie. When I opened mine, guess what is said. In the smoking city of New York, you will discover multiple persons who will be massive help to you in an almost impossible quest.Let's just say Jeb didn't leave that restaurant with a completely intact shoulder.

At the moment, it is two in the morning, and we our landing time is being delayed for the New York area is suffering weather difficulties at the moment. I opened the sliding window to my right just enough for me to take a peek at the ground below. I couldn't see anything, just swirling clouds, some pieces of river, and a whole lot of lightning. Yikes.

I noted three other windows had opened on my side of the plane also. One would be Iggy, who was sitting on the left of Gazzy in the two seater in front of Fang and I. Another would be Angel, who is seated next to Nudge behind us. And Total, whom had to be seated next to a complete stranger, who may I add isn't the most sanitary person in the nation. Thanks to Angel's growing mind powers, Total is now "a normal-looking twelve-year-old with black hair, pale skin, and puppy dog brown eyes" to everyone else on board the plane. All in all, Total was an adorable human boy! Even though I don't think Total's dog years add up to twelve.

Suddenly, despite the growing silence in the aircraft, Nudge decided that she would be the one to slice that silence in half, taking on the subject of the deliciousness of the airline's peanuts.

"Oh. My. GOSH! Angel! Have you tasted these things?! I bet if we sent them to some fancy Italian restaurant, the head chef would declare these peanuts works of art! Mmm!"

Soon enough, Gazzy figured that he was now free to discuss the possibility of taking his deadly human gases and mixing it in with his and Iggy's "killer" bombs. And, in fact, I believe I hear Total attempting to start a conversation with his row mate about the wonders of deodorant. I glanced at Fang and we shared a look. Oh dear Lord, was this going to be a long hour.

Percy Jackson POV

"How in the world can you stand those faces just looking at you with such, such, such creepiness! If you want them on your cape, fine, but on a chair where I have to sit? No. Way!"

"Ugh. If your chair can be a hot pink glittery throne that looks like it can walk down the Red Carpet itself, I can at least sit in a chair that is only half as unreasonable as yours!"

I threw my head back as my arms supported my weight and my legs were spread out. This argument had been taking place for about three hours

With Nico on my left and Annabeth on my right, we sat at the entrance of the room that held the thrones of the Gods. In the throne room, a rather violent debate was taking place, a debate over what Hades's throne should look like. Pretty intense isn't it?

Annabeth sighed while watching the conflict with nervous eyes, she had just finished designing the courtyard of Olympus which she had been designing for over two months after her mother, Athena, had granted her permission to remodel all of Olympus due to Kronos's damages. Most likely, the girl right next to me was hoping the fight wouldn't be taken outside. As one hand supported her head and the other was drumming its fingers nervously against her legs which were clad in dark denim shorts, she sat Indian style.

I smiled over at her and turned my attention back to the action. Hades was presently summoning skeletons of the dead up to Olympus, which I didn't think was possible since Olympus is pretty high off the ground. Apparently, Hades wanted the material of his throne to hold the spirits of the dead, just like his cape. But, Aphrodite seemed to have a thing against the deceased, so she insisted that Hades make his throne of sparkling jewels, the main mineral to be used in her mind would be gleaming obsidian.

And Ares, being Aphrodite's boyfriend and everything, fought on the Goddess of Beauty's side. Just to add to the peace, the other major gods were doing all they could to stop the fight, which to them, meant using their powers too. I guess this is what happens when Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, isn't present. Annabeth's mother was presently watching over some architectural project somewhere in the world. At least, that's all I really caught on from what Annabeth had told me.

I glanced at Nico, who seemed pretty bored, just lying there. He was watching the drama before us with an impassive face. Lying on his stomach, feet swinging themselves back and forth, and his arms underneath his head. At first, Nico had been as excited as a child who discovers the word's largest gummy worm when his father, Hades, had been accepted amongst the other gos and was now allowed up in the wealth of Olympus, but now, the excitement had faded away and he saw the acceptance as old news.

Oh, those of you who have decided to just plop yourselves into any old fanfiction, I'm Percy Jackson, the demigod son of Poseidon, God of the Seas. Annabeth Chase is one of my best friends, though most people say that the two of us are a 'couple'. Sure, we've had some 'moments' in the past, but we are just friends at the present time. She is also sixteen, with wavy blond hair that is usually in a pony tail but cascades down her back when the strands are not loose and on her face were mesmerizing stormy grey eyes and soft pink lips. She's the dauther of Athena, so shes born a total smart aleck. Uh… Lemme rephrase that, She has blond hair and grey eyes. If only Morpheus were on our side eh? Then I could knock you out in a flash. But he's not so you'll just have to pretend you heard nothing.

Anyways, Nico DiAngelo is a friend I met a while back, then he became my enemy, and he is now my pal again after helping the Olympians win against the evil Titan, Kronos two months ago on my birthday. As a child of Hades, he was pretty depressed kid who average school students would dump into the 'goth' category, but he did have his fun moments. The twelve-year-old had shaggy dark brown hair that slightly covered his dusky hazel eyes.

After about an hour had passed I glanced at the new watch that my half-brother, Tyson, had made for me. It also worked as a shield which had the adventures we had shared carved into it. The cyclopes had given it to me at a time that seems so distant and had repaired it over and over again whenever it would retrieve damage. He's a great brother, though he is a leader to the cyclopes of the sea, he is a bit random, such as when he shouts, "I love chicken ponies!" But you've gotta love that about him.

It was nearing two in the morning. Thank gods it's a weekend or else my mom, Sally Jackson, would freak! I decided to sneak back out of the room, though I bet if I had stomped out of the room with a hurricane around me, the quarrelling leaders of our world still wouldn't have noticed my leaving. Annabeth and Nico followed behind me, probably eager to escape the boredom like I had been. I walked past the lush, breath-taking courtyard in the center of the grand city and other buildings of home and business to the edge of town, where the mystical world was connected to the mortal world by a pathway of shining white stones. I glanced down below us in the empty space next to the rock path, a storm was brewing around the city thanks to Zeus and I knew the thundershowers would disrupt life down below.

"So Seaweed Brain, what now? It's not like there's much to do up here with the gods going on like that," Annabeth commented with a point.

"Yeah Percy. Maybe we can go around New York a bit. My Dad's been complainin' lately that 'my style just adds to his misery' and he says I should try something new. Why the God of the Dead cares about what I look like is beyond me," Nico suggested. I guess Hades is starting to lose his touch a bit, considering that he has fought over the material his royal chair would be made out of. I glanced at the only female in the group, she just shrugged, as if to say What can it hurt?

"Sure, I think I need a new jacket anyway," I glanced down at myself. Besides the worn blue jacket, my Converse had holes in the tips and were wearing thin near the soles thanks to my constant running. "And some shoes."

Then Annabeth took on a look of shock, which usually happens when something pops into that mind of hers.

"Yeah?" I probed.

"You two know it is only two in the morning right?"

Nico and I looked down at our shoes, which were both in pretty bad shape.

Next to me, Nico muttered so only I could hear. "Leave it to the blond to be the smart one."

I snickered. The blond beside me looked at me with question in her eyes.

I shook my head and grinned. She only glared at me and continued to the elevator that would bring us back to the main lobby of the Empire State Building.

Suddenly, Nico's face brightened and he smiled at us, showing off his white teeth. "JFK Airport is still open right?"

I nodded slowly wondering where he was going with this and Annabeth answered with a No duh look.f

"Well, we can catch a taxi there and hang around. The guards will have to us through without question, they're Hermes's assistants in travel," he explained.

"Perfect! Who knows, maybe was can find an empty luggage merry-go-round thing and go for a spin in the passageways." I added.

The feminine one in the group shook her head, "Leave it to you two to think of something as idiotic as that. But we've got nothin' else to do so let's go." She entered the elevator as 'Stayin' Alive' rang through our ears.

"When are they gonna change this dang song already?" Was what I said before the metal doors closed upon our way to ground-level.

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