Disclaimer: I am deeply emotional about not owning Maximum Ride. All OC characters were created by me at least :)

"I don't want to have to do this Max, but your leadership has dulled." Angel told me as we stood on the cliff. The rest of the flock stood behind her, even Fang looked straight at me, not showing any sign of regret. "You're weak, pathetic." Angel continued, each of her words was stinging more then I'd liked them to. "And I've outgrown you. We all have." The rest of them wouldn't meet my eye anymore, as if they actually accepted it.

"No," I whispered and a rage grew inside me. "Angel, you're controlling them, I know it." I said darkly before shouting, "Stop it now!"

"I'm doing no such thing!" She yelled back at me and I noticed even Fang had lost my gaze as he stared with a funny look on his face at the ground. Angel calmed herself and unclenched her small fists while mine were tightly packed. "Leave Maximum Ride. None of us want you here, right Fang?" She said but he didn't answer, still looking confused. But I didn't notice as my vision was blurring with tears.

"I guess this is it then." I choked, trying to stay strong. But I couldn't "If you don't want me here then fine." I said as confidently as I could. "But don't think for a moment I'll ever come back. You're on your own now." No one spoke up like has hoped so I took in a shaky breath and struggled to sallow. "Fine, see ya."

I turned as quickly as I could and bolted away, spreading my wings and soaring. If I had turned back, I would have seen a few of them clutching their heads and Angel's small demonic smile.

I flew as fast as I cold, my tears bouncing off my face and flying behind me. I didn't care enough to touch them; they came too constantly to wipe away anyway. So I flew until the sunset and into the darkness. The sky was moonless, making it completely pitch black, so much that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face.

I gave up and flew downwards, landing in a forest. I couldn't see enough to make a fire so I reluctantly climbed a tree and settled in, still shaking. The sounds of the night surrounded me and I knew it would be a very sleepless night.

The morning was fresh with dew scattered everywhere. It looked a bit like a fairy tale making me feel even worse, knowing my life was definitely not flowing in that direction. Frustrated, I punched the truck behind me, now as much as heartbroken, I was furious with all of them.

Suddenly, the bushes shook and I crouched low on my branch, watching them carefully. I almost thought it was Angel when I saw the blonde hair. But it turned out just to be a little boy, running around. I calmed down as he ran off, but it soon occurred to me that something was very wrong.

An Eraser came pounding from the bush soon after and stopped, sniffing the air. It paused a moment before running off again, right on the trail on the small boy. I thought about running in the opposite direction, but something about the kid made me go, and dragged me to run after them. So I did.

The branches were hitting and scratching my face as I bolted through them and soon came upon a clearing. I couldn't see the boy but the Eraser was prowling the area. Suddenly I heard a high pitched wail as the Eraser grabbed onto something in the bushes with a disgusting grin on his face. He brought his hand back and I saw him holding the boy up by his neck and pinning him to a tree.

"Now are we going to have more problems, or are you going to tell me where the rest of them are?" I heard the rest of them swallow. A mask of terror was frozen to the boy's face, but even still, he spit in the Erasers eye and dropped when the Eraser howled.

"Why you little," The Eraser snarled while holding his eye with a furry paw. He raised his foot to kick the kid when I bolted forward. I ran into the Eraser before landing a kick to his chest. I took him off guard and he stumbled back, giving me the chance to punch him under the chin. He flew backwards and onto the ground, unconscious. I gave a sigh of relief and then turned to see the small boy looking up at me from where he leaned against the tree.

He looked even younger than Angel, with platinum blond hair bouncing on the top of his head. His pale skin was covered in purple bruises and red cuts as he stared at me, shaking. "I'm not going to hurt you." I said warily and took a step closer. "I just want to help." I said and reached my hand forward. The small boy nodded and reached forward his hand timidly. But as soon as his finger brushed my hand I felt a shock go through my body.

I crumpled to the ground as sparks zapped from the boys hand and he stood over me with a frightened a questioning look. My eyelids started to go heavy and his face was the last thing I saw before the darkness. You'd think I'd have learned by then that looks of innocence were deceiving.