Maximum Ride's Big Chase

Chapter 1

Max's POV:
The last words I heard before my kidnapper slammed his gun into my temple was," You have no clue what you just got yourself into Max." Then my world went dark.

Now your probably wondering what just happened, and the only way I can explain is if we go 6 months before hand.
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"Ughhh, why does it have to be so hot?" I whine to my sister, Ella, while we're packing my things for my move to New York. I wonder what it's going to be like there? what's my job going to be like? I hope I'm a good FBI agent? "Well Max, I think that would be because it's summer, and two o'clock," Ella's oh so smart answer breaks me out of my thoughts. "Shut up Ells," I mutter back to her, giving her a glare that could kill while I shoved the last of my suitcases into the back of Mom's little grey car. She just laughed at me and walked inside our house to get our mom, Valencia Martinez, who Ella looks like she duplicated from, so I could make my flight on time, which was at 3:15 pm.
I heard the screeching of tires and looked up to see what the commotion was about, when I saw my best friend, who is more of a sister then friend, Monique Rose, who goes by Nudge, come barreling around the corner in her silver Kia Soul.
I'm laughing as she jumps out of her car, her frizzy hair pushed back and her designer dress flowing in the wind, and rushes to me," MAX! ZOMG! Your gonna be leaving to New York!!! We're gonna be sooooo far apart, but when I come and visit you, which I will don't think I won't, we can go shopping, there's like, soooo many designer clothing there!!! You know you should really dress up sometimes, YOU SHOULD LET ME GIVE YOU A MAKEOVER BEFORE YOU...mphf..." She glared at me as I took my hand away from her mouth. ah good ole Nudge, always knowing how to talk someone's ears off, I'm really gonna miss that. "I'm gonna miss you too Nudge," I admit to her as I give her a hug, "oh, and no makeover." I laugh at her as she mutters to herself about," how pretty I would be" and " being to stubborn"
As Mom comes walking out of the door with Ella in tow she asks Nudge how she's doing, and if she's coming to see me off at the airport, which Nudge replies to with," of course I'm coming, I wouldn't ever miss max leaving."
I think that's one of the shortest sentences she's ever said.
We all cram ourselves into the back of moms car and start talking about random things on the 20 minute drive there, well, I'm listening more then talking, because Ella and Nudge are talkin about fashion and all that kind of girly stuff. Ew.
We finally get to the airport after what seems like hours to get there, and all walk in. Joy, there's so many people here, I'm so gonna make it to my my flight with time to spare, I'm not even at security, and it's 2:47, note the sarcasm. I have 28 minutes to say bye to my family, get through security and find my flight.
I turn to Mom and give her a long hug, "Bye mom, I'll visit soon, I love you" I say as I pull away," You better come and visit us Max." Mom chides me playfully. Next Ella, she looks like she's going to cry, she gives me a quick hug before pulling away and saying goodbye. She's trying to act strong, but I know her better.
Before I can even turn to Nudge she's already squeezing me so hard I almost forgot how to breath," Nudge... let.. go" I manage to get out, " OH! Sorry Max, it's just that I'm not going to be able to see you in like, forever, and I'm gonna miss you like, sooo much!" She had started bouncing foot to foot in the middle of her short speech, which I have no clue how, she's in 6 inch heels, I checked the time and I now only have 20 minutes before I miss my flight, "Well, this is goodbye, for now, I love you all, and will miss y'all very much, but I have to go or I'll miss my flight" I rushed, wow I felt like I had a Nudge moment, I have everyone one last quick hug before I made my way to security.
"Thank god there's no line,' I thought to myself as I walked up to the security guard, he looked to be mid-thirties, with slightly greying black hair, and light brown eyes. He seemed extremely bored when I walked up to him, my suspicion was confirmed when he told me to walk through the metal detector in a monotone voice. I wanted to make a witty remark to him about how much fun I had talking with him, but I was in to much of a rush to bother him, or get held back because he was being moody, sigh, guys. Ok I have about 12 minutes to find flight 127F.
"Excuse me, ma'am, can you help me point me in the direction of flight 127F?" I politely asked a lady, who looked like she worked here," Yes," oh thank you random lady for knowing where it's at, thank you," it's the next right, and three doors to the left." She informed me. I thanked her then rushed off, one right and three doors later, I was handing the flight attendant my passport and headed to my seat. I got the window seat, yay, plugged in my headphones, and put my playlist on shuffle. The person sitting next to me, thankfully, didn't bother me, she just browsed a magazine she brought with her. I must have dozed of because 4 hours and 10 minutes later I was being woke up by the pilot saying we had 10 minutes left till we landed. New York, here I am.
After getting my luggage and hailing a taxi, I was on my way to my apartment, which was small, but classy.
I made it to my apartment at 5:45. Due to the three hour difference in time, my schedule was thrown off a bit.
"Thanks Josh, keep the change." I generously left Josh, my taxi driver, a tip, before walking into my apartments building. My apartment was on the 12th floor. which meant I have to go in the elevator, which sucks because I hate small spaces. No. Despise them. I nodded to the secretary guard that I walked by in the lobby. He looked like your everyday security guard. Well built, but kind of on the short side. I made it to the elevator, but stood there starring at them, contemplating taking the stairs. My decision, elevator, I was to tired to carry my luggage to floor 12.
The elevator wasn't so bad, it wasn't small, but not big either, and nobody was in it besides me. Yay, breathing room. If anyone else was in here I probably would have ripped their heads off in an attempt to have more room.
A ding brought me out of my thoughts as I reached floor 12. I almost ran out of there, but I ran into a wall before I could make it out. Wait. This isn't a wall, it's a person.
He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but notice his eyes, they were a midnight color, which had little gold flecks in them, I was so lost looking into them I didn't realize he said something to me.
"Huh" I smartly replied
He smirked," I said, are you lost?"
"Oh. Umm... no, I... I just moved here. Im looking for my apartment, I'm number 1225" I stammered, very un-Max like, thankfully regaining my composure at the end.
"Well... maybe I can help you find it?" He suggested, but the way he said it made it sound like he was flirting, or was that just my imagination? I narrowed my eyes at him," I don't need help" I growled out, and marched off to the left.
I felt eyes on me, then heard a chuckle. I faltered on my march to find my apartment. Then fully stopped, spinning around to glare at him. "What?" I snapped at him.
"Oh, nothing. It's just, I can't help but notice your going the wrong way" he didn't seem affected by my glare. I huffed and started walking in the other direction.
I heard footsteps behind me, was this ignorant ass following me? I ignored him and kept walking. Looking at the numbers on the doors I found that I was at 1230,I hadn't been paying attention and passed my apartment up. I turn around and see Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome, as I chose to call him, leaning against a door a couple doors down. He smirked at me. When I got to him I realized he was leaning against apartment 1224, and looked at the door across from him. I sighed in relief, my apartment. I fumbled with my keys before opening my door, and shoving my suitcases inside, I turned around to see, Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome still looking at me.
"See you around, neighbor" he said with much amusement and walked inside his apartment. Great. Me and him are neighbors.
Later that night, After I ate and showered, I was laying on my bed thinking about the events of the day. I'd like to say that I wasn't mostly thinking about Talk-dark-and-handsome, but I was. The way his hair flopped over his eye, and the mysterious way his eyes looked. Wait. I didn't come here to think about boys, I came here to start my life.
As I fell asleep, the last thoughts on my mind were,' I hope everything goes well tomorrow.'

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