Summary: But as you know, what goes up must go down. And Itex thinks that the Flock has been going up for long enough. As all of this is going on, something else is awakening. Something dark. Something hungry. Something who longs for revenge.

(Update: Yes, I realize that this is a different summary that the one on the story, but this one won't fit. So I put the other one in instead :))

It's a sequel! -cheers-

Hopefully, it would be better than the others. Hopefully.

Anyway, on with the first chapter...

Fang POV

Dr. Martinez hung up a sheet of paper on the wall while the Flock crowded around her, craning their necks to read the words. Sighs and groans soon filled the room.

Three days before, Dr. M decided that, as long as we're going to stay under her roof, there should be a set of rules governing what we should and shouldn't do. Should being the operative word.

Of course, this decision was not very popular among us Flock members, but we had reluctantly agreed. We weren't completely uncivilized.

But, as I had said before, should was the operative word in this sentence. Maybe the rules were up to control the Flock's actions, but that doesn't mean that we were going to follow them.

I scanned the sheet.

Rules for the Flock

Clean up after yourselves. (I do not want to see half-eaten food strewn all over the place the moment I walk into your room!)

I smirked. Half-eaten food? With our appetites, there is no such thing.

No terrorizing locals. Ever. Even if they do look suspiciously like that one Eraser you've seen five months ago.

Max adopted a who, me? expression on her face.

3. No detonating 'experimental' bombs. (This means you, Iggy and Gazzy!)

"What?" Gazzy cried, and Iggy looked upset as well.

Max shot them a look, and Gazzy quieted instantly.

Iggy was the strange case in our Flock. Although he's still not completely trusting of the rest of the Flock, he's improving.

Not talking at all is turning into mumbled words at the dinner table. Locking himself in a room all day has turned into being with the Flock. Heck, he was even starting to build bombs again.

I think what's really convinced him that the Flock really does care about him was making the explosives with Gazzy. Gazzy, who's taken it upon himself to give Iggy the chance to do things himself. Gazzy, who knows when to give him his distance and when to play. Gazzy, who seems to have grown so much in the last few weeks.

Now, Iggy isn't exactly what he used to be, but he's getting there.

4. Please be polite and watch your language. Notice that we have a few quite a few younger people in this house, and respect their age.

Ha. That's a joke. The younger members of this house do basically 60% of the swearing in the house.

5. We have three bathrooms in the house. We have eight people. Most of us do not have the time to wait half an hour for you to fix your hair in the morning—use the washrooms as quickly as possible.

"Oh! So I'm not a member of this household?" Total fumed from his position on the floor.

6. As long as you are living in this house, you are entitled to help with chores. Work you might find yourself doing soon include: sweeping, the laundry, dish washing, general picking-things-up, table setting, lawn mowing, and raking leaves.

7. As much as you may wish it so, there is not and endless supply of cookies and other snacks in the cupboards. Please refrain from eating seven boxes of Oreos in one day. This means you, Fang.

What?..."It was just once!" I defended myself, "And Iggy helped!"

8. Total, just because you get to sit at the dinner table and eat out food does not give you the right to tease Magnolia.

"But…but…" Total started, then sighed heavily and slumped down onto the floor.

9. Max and Fang, as much as I appreciate your love, please show your affections for one another behind a closed door, not on the couch. Please.

Iggy sniggered, while Max blushed and looked at the floor.

It had only been a couple of weeks since the Flock and I rescued Max and destroyed the Itex facility. The memory of Max's death still haunted my mind, and I wanted to make every minute with her count.

And we weren't that noticeable, right?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angel smirk and shake her head.

Angel! Get out of my head!

She just smiled.

10. Obey the rules on this list.

"So that's it?" Nudge asked.

"Seems so," Max replied, peering at the paper.

Faster than you can blink, the room cleared.

Dr. M just sighed.

"Want to go upstairs?" I asked Max, "I have a new blog post I've got post."

"Sure."

"Remember rule number nine!" Dr. M called as we sped up the staircase.

"Yes, mom," Max muttered under her breath.

Once we got to the room I was sharing with Iggy and Gazzy, Max flopped onto my bed as I closed the door and went over to the desk next to the window.

"Off the bed," I said, smiling to show that I was only joking, "you're rumpling the sheets."

As a response, Max only wriggled more. Suddenly, she sat up.

"What are you posting?"

"Oh, just the usual. And a few details about our recent adventure."

"Adventure. Ha." Max pushed a few wisps of hair out of her face. "You call getting captured and nearly killed an adventure?"

I smirked. "Well, we got out of it alive. That must mean something, right?"

"Yeah. That we have incredible luck."

The laptop had turned on by now, so I turned and started typing.

Just as I clicked the 'post' button, the computer beeped.

"Another comment?" Max asked, swinging her legs so that she sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the laptop screen. "From which of your million and one fangirls is it from this time?"

I just shrugged, as I clicked the link. Fangirls were fangirls. They were nothing compared to Max.

Anonymous from Colorado says:

You are a group of killers, murderers. You have set off a chain of events from where there is no going back. You deserve to die, and you will. Soon.

"Whoa," Max breathed as she read over my shoulder. "Someone must really hate us."

I shrugged. "Nah. We get hate mail on a weekly basis—don't be worried." I replied, closing the window.

"I'm not worried!"

There are about as many people who hate us as there are people who like us-mostly religious people-who think we are horrible freaks of nature. So neither Max nor I gave the comment a second thought.

Later, we would think back on this and wish we had.

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