Summary:
It has been over a year since the Flock were thrown back into the dangerous world of Itex. Over a year on the run has worn them out. After the whole Antartica thing, things were fairly quiet. The Flock took a well deserved break for awhile, since Max hadn't heard anything from her Voice about Itex. A few flyboys here and there, but nothing too serious. But then one day the Voice decides to pay a visit, and thier vacation is abruptly ended. Max must find "the girl"... their best experiment years in the making. Max and the Flock race to find this girl, but what happens when they do? To the average eye this girl seems like a normal, one-hundred percent human. But on her sixteenth birthday, she will change into the experiment Itex wanted: a perfect human. Does this girl know anything about her origins, or is she really as innocent as she appears? And what powers and abilities will this girl have? Max has to decide if she should help the girl or not. Helping the girl would bring the full wrath of Itex upon the Flock, and yet not helping the girl could be disastrous for the world. The lines between good and bad grow thin. Is doing something bad for the greater good still bad? The rules governing good and evil no longer seem to apply... All that is left are the shades of grey.
[Hopefully the summary was good... I didn't want to give anything away. But to clear things, the Flock are now all a year older (give or take a month or two). The new character I added is named Zanna, short for Susanna. I don't remember if I read it somewhere or just thought of it, but the name stuck. The prologue is from Zanna's perspective at the end of the story. I started writing it, and I don't know what happened, but it turned kind of dark. But I guess it's reasonable to think that Zanna's perspective on life among other things would be a little tainted after everything. For those of you who are worrying about conflict between Max and Zanna, there isn't going to be much. Maybe a little, but only because Max doesn't trust Zanna. But Zanna isn't taking Max's place or anything, she has no wish to become the leader of the Flock or anything. Of course there will be romance. I am one of those people who pair Max and Fang together, so somewhere in the story I'll think of something for the two to admit thier feelings etc. Romance for Zanna will be no less dramatic; actually it might be more dramatic later on. But not soap opera dramatic. I am hoping for Zanna to get along with the Flock, or at least to begin with. I have the basic story line in my head, but the wheels in my brain are still turning. Hopefully you'll enjoy this...)
Prologue:
It is funny to look back, you know? Things that were once all you cared about held no importance to you any longer. Relationships changed, people changed, I changed. I definitely changed. I still was trying to figure out if that was good or bad. Was it better to be the semi-innocent teenager who cared about what outfit she was going to wear tomorrow, or the battle ridden teenager who wasn't even truly human? Who at times, didn't know where her next meal would be? Who had saw people die in many horrible ways? Who had been tortured so badly death already had one foot in the door? Who had bloodied her own hands? Who knew the terrible secrets of the world? Who saw the things that went bump in the night? Who held secrets- dark, terrible secrets that she imagined were slowly eating her away, until she became nothing?
Then again, it was difficult to look to deep into the past. It was like looking into somebody else's life. It was like dreaming, a dream that you had dreamt time and time again. And if you looked too deep into the pools of the past, you'd find yourself unable to escape.
Good or bad… Black or white… but nobody ever mentioned the shades of grey, the things in between the bold lines that defined each synonym. Perhaps I am a shade of grey. Maybe everybody lives in the shades of grey. Does anyone truly live definitely in the black or white areas?
I shook my head. I shouldn't be so pessimistic. Good things had come out of my ordeal. I made friends; real, true friends who had stayed with me through thick and thin, as the saying goes. I discovered my powers. I discovered who I am. Who I could be. I helped save the world.
It doesn't really matter anymore if everything that I am about to tell you was for good or for bad. It's history. Part of the past. A memory. Even so, I feel the need to just let it out or something. You know that feeling? Maybe you just want to say it, scream it, draw it, write it, paint it, or sing it. You want to get it off your chest. What the reasons Max and the rest of the Flock had of telling our story, I am not quite sure. But that's not really important, is it?
So I step into the past, hand and hand with good friends…
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