DISCLAIMER: This disclaimer is for all of the chapters following: I don't own these people, I never will, and although I wish it desperately, I cannot. :'(

"HOLY SHIT DUCK!" I screamed as a piece of debris flew past my head. Ariel and Samantha (Sam for short) crouched down next to me behind the ruined remains of a Chevy pickup. Pulling the key on the explosive I was carrying, I threw weapon into the bunker across from me.

Fire filled the air along with the guttural screams that cut off quickly. As the smoke cleared, I looked around me.

Ariel was in manageable shape, cuts decorating her coffee colored skin, her curly black hair plastered to her face with both her blood and the men she had just killed. Her wide brown eyes still danced with the fire that kept her going on missions like this.

Sam's blue eyes, usually as sharp as the shards of glass that had turned into deadly dust around us, were now pale. I should have known not to take her. Even though she hates showing weakness, as we all do, I knew how much this was hurting her. As much as I could tell, her pale, fair skin was okay, but I would still have the medics take a look at her.

As for me, I was in my own manageable state, but the medics would freak. I had a cut above my left eye, and the blood trickling down made it hard to see. I was hit in the ribs on my right side, which made breathing slightly difficult, each breath punctuated with the click of shards of bone hitting against each other. As I was the hardest player, I usually got beat up the most, but it was my duty to keep my girls safe.

"All right ladies, let's get going," I said as we walked to the edge of the bunker ahead of us. We frisked the bodies for anything we could use (soap, water, gunpowder) but found relatively little. Usually we find a lot of things that soldiers are stupid enough to bring into battle. Soap? Really? And that will come in handy how?

As we continued our search through the mass carnage, I heard a shout from Ariel, "SALARA! CHECK THIS OUT!" Jogging over, I realized why she was so happy. She had found a map, with crude writing on it, with some red, green, and blue circles around it. I managed to read that the map said, "Company 5A. Red=enemy, blue=us, green=medical" as a key for the soldiers. The heads wouldn't be happy to know that they have information on our bases. Keeping this in mind, we flew off to meet them.

Yeah, you heard me. Flew. We have some, special, powers, courtesy of some fucked up scientists in the Yucatan Peninsula. Before we were even born, we were just eggs, they injected us with some freaking bird DNA. Yeah, that's right. Bird DNA. So, now we have wings. Now, these people we are fighting, are under the control of the government that started out slow, you know, we just want to use you as a super weapon.

We really didn't take to that idea too well, and we went on the run. Oh, and before I go any further, remember; there are more of us. Not just me, Ariel, and Sam have fucked up genes. There are human-avians, human-lupines, and even human-dracos. Yeah, they found out how to create fucking dragon DNA.

So, before long, the government realized that if we got people on our side, we would be some powerful adversaries. Everywhere from big cities like Moscow and New York City, to small towns like Madison and Albany were turned on each other. Some people feel the need to save us; others feel the need to kill us. So, the army grew into a huge world war. Yeah that's right. Those fucked up crack heads in the Yucatan Peninsula started WWIII. Smart.

Now, at about the same time, in London, another group of people were "coming out of the closet." (A/N: No offence to gay/lesbian readers, it just worked here.) As it happens, witches and wizards are real, and they came out to the public. Basically the same thing happened to them that happened to us. And the government actually thought that if they captured the witches and wizards, and other countries captured us, we could work together to world domination.

So, now we have banded together, Witches, wizards, and mutant hybrids, on the run from every authority in the land, everyone from that small town farmer working for a way to pay for his kids education to that big time CEO looking for a promotion to the actual government itself.

So we flew back to the magical place we called home.

A/N: In case you guys couldn't tell, this story is basically a Harry Potter/Maximum Ride crossover. The characters Ariel, Sam, and Salara are all mine, along with some others to come, but the Flock and main HP characters will be coming in later on.

So leave a review, and tell me what you think.

~WindClanApprentice112