One of these things is not like the others...
Title: Harpies and Heros VI: One of these things is not like the others...
Crossover: Maximum Ride/When the Wind Blows
Disclaimer: The characters, setting and character types are not mine. The plot is. Depending on how much University gouges me for textbooks, that too can change with the proper incentive.
Author’s Note: This story takes place in a combination of the Adult and Children’s versions of MaxRide
Author's Note 2: Useless challenge plug, It's LOTR. Deals with the ring poem. Have fun.
The first warehouse lay in a dark decrepit section of a local industrial park. The peeling paint and boarded up windows only added to the feeling of old and forgotten things.
Max went up to one of the side doors and peered past the two by sixes blocking the doorway. She began pulling them off one by one. “This way,” she called to the three others.
Buffy shone one of the flashlights across one corner. The interior was open and dusty.“Nothing.”
Willow’s flashlight swept another corner. “Nope, nothing.”
Max turned and accidentally bumped into Spike. She looked at him then blushed slightly. “Uh, sorry about the knocking out thing.”
He smirked. “Don’t do it again. Seriously.”
The empty warehouse held nothing. They went out the second one.
It was by The Bronze. The paint was newly done, the interior swept. And there were three pale bodies next to a stack of saran-wrapped boxes. It was a new recently opened Sunnydale warehouse.
“Do you see anything here?”
The third one lay way off at the edge of town. It was a single building out in the middle of the scrub with nothing around it.
Buffy glanced around. The place had been recently swept and “Well this looks like the perfect set up for an evil science-y plot thing to happen.”
“I don’t think this is it.” Spike said, sniffing around.
Because it looks like the perfect place for a science-y plot thing to happen. It is way too obvious.” Max answered for him. “He’s right.” She stepped onto a discarded piece of plywood. It cracked and Max let out a great shout as she fell.
Max landed with a hard thump on a metal floor. Metal grates slid across the sides of the chasm and one slammed over the top of Max’s head. Max looked up as the pale moonlight from above was shut out.
Buffy, Spike, and Willow rushed around the corner of the warehouse. Nothing was there. Max was gone.
Back underneath the first warehouse, the lead scientist was chuckling to himself. The wing-bitch was trapped now well and good. The project could now go forward without interruption.
Another scientist walked into a dark room. Five dog crates sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Each crate was far enough apart from the others that none of the experiments in the cages could reach the others.
The man flicked on the light. Inside each crate was a single winged kid. The Flock was there.
The eldest, Fang, recognized the man. “Jeb!”
Jeb smiled. His kids were unhurt. He rushed to the first cage, unlocking it. “I’ve got to get you out of here.”
“Is Max coming?” Nudge asked.
“She got caught too.” The youngest bird-kid whimpered. “I think she’s ok but they won’t let me know where they’ve taken her. Doctor Martinez told her where you were and she was traveling with another group in Sunnydale. There was a couple blonds and a redhead with her. They should be able to help you find her.”
“Thank you.” Fang streched all six of his limbs as he was released.
“You guys have to get out of here now.” Jeb’s voice was getting higher and more quavering.
Iggy paused as he was climbing out of his cage. Seconds later, klaxons began to sound and red lights flashed.
“Shit! Go. NOW!”
Gazzy threw one one of the cages at the small window near the ceiling. It shattered and he began clearing the broken glass.
Jeb propped the broken cage against the door handle. “That wont hold them for long.”
The five bird-kids climbed out of the small window and took off in flight.
Nudge stopped flapping and began to glide. She looked back only to see Jeb tackled by several security guards. She blinked back tears and turned back into the wind. A few flaps and she had caught back up with the rest of the group.