Hey Everyone! its ben a while. A Twist In My Story has been discontinued sorry people who liked it. This story i wrote cause i had to write something. i was getting to bored. anyone who has ideas for this story as they read it PM or comment me i would be glad to put any ideas in thanks^o^. so i hope everyone likes this story.
They are a bit- well Max is a bit out of chara. first sorry
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Max's POV
Bored. I was completely and utterly bored. Nothing had happened in forever. We, me and the flock, were staying at my mom's house. Well, really it was turning into our house since we hadn't left for nearly a month. I was lounging lazily on the couch, Gazzy and Iggy were in the kitchen and whispering, scheming something. Nudge and Angel were outside talking and running around, Ella was at school, and Mom was at work. Fang was lounging just about a lazily in his chair, beside the couch, as I was on my couch.
I moaned, "There is absolutely nothing to do."
Fang just stared at me. He barely grunted and continued staring at the floor.
"I mean, Flyboys haven't come to stir up things in awhile. Wonder where everyone-", I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence because there was a huge explosion from the kitchen.
"Awesome," Iggy shouted.
"Yeah! Let's do it again," Gazzy shouted.
I got up and stomped into the kitchen, irritated they had made me get up from my spot. I found Iggy and Gazzy covered from head to toe in green powder. "What are you doing?!"
"Oh, simply making a bomb that will make the enemy turn different colours." Iggy piped in.
"And that will help how? Iggy hate to break it to you but you can't even see the colours." I said sarcastically.
"So, I just like the boom, the colour was Gazzy's idea." Iggy went back to whatever was on the counter, when a blood curdling scream shot through the air.
I ran outside to see a bunch of Flyboys and something that didn't look like a Flyboy but wasn't an Eraser. Well, whatever it was it had Angel in one hand and Nudge in the other. The thing was huge hold both my babies at least six feet off the ground by their necks.
I hardly paused when I saw them. Immediately I snapped into action and hit the closest Flyboy. "Stop," the huge thing in the middle said. He didn't really say it more like grounded it. He grounded his teeth together when he "talked" making a kind of scritchy noise.
Of course being the oh-so-obedient teenager I was, I didn't stop. I brought down the Flyboy I had first attacked and started on another.
"Stop or I squeeze," the thing scritched. His hand, which was really just long claws coming out of his palm, closed tighter around the younger girls necks.
I froze instantly. "Put them down," I growled fiercely. I gave Mr. Scritchy the best glare I could muster. Instead of listening to me, another hand/claw thing came out of his back and grabbed me. As soon as it grabbed me I felt tons of electricity run through my body.
I fought to keep conscious but couldn't. the last thing I saw before my eyes closed was Fang standing on the front porch. "Max," he yelled. Then my eyes closed and everything went completely and utterly dark.