This is Silken-Winged-Angel here. I just came up with this wacky idea one day a few months ago. I hope you like it!


"You all say you need us. Well, maybe you do, but not to help you...Together, you're more than enough to change the world without us."

~Excerpt from Extras by Scott Westerfeld


Wham! I nailed a flyboy in the head with a roundhouse kick. Pow! I punched another's lights out. We had ditched that whole 'school' that the government wanted to set up for us. My mom wasn't to happy about it, but felt it was after all our decision. There were only a few flyboys left and then we could take off. Oof! The wind was knocked out of me from a side chop in the ribs. I dropped a few feet to regain my breath. I then soared up and took out yet another flyboy.

The December air was crisp, especially from this high up. It was a rather nice day; if you consider heavy, heavy snow nice. But that's up to you to decide.

Fang was a few feet over to my left and every now and then I would see a chunk of flyboy spiraling towards the Earth. Total was in his backpack. Iggy was with Gazzy blowing the flyboys up as best as they could. Where they got those bombs, I will never, never know. Finally, Nudge and Angel were taking the flyboys on, and doing a good job at it may I add. Nudge has learned how to control and contort metal to make the flyboys come apart, piece by piece. And Angel had that cute but tough expression on her face. She was still upset that the flyboys didn't have minds, but she still fought with everything she had.

Fang took out the last flyboy and we flew over to and landed on a nearby cliff. Where I assessed everyone's injuries. Iggy had a swollen eye; Gazzy a cut lip; Nudge a small cut on her arm; Angel had a bruise on her leg from being kicked; and nothing was wrong with Fang (weird). I might have had a broken rib, but I decided to let Iggy look at the damage later.

I took care of everyone's injuries and we took off to look for some food. There was a small town nearby and we headed towards it. "Yo," Fang said flying beside me. "where are we headed...I mean after we eat?"

"I don't know. The voice hasn't said anything in a while, so I figured East?" I said questioning even my own idea.

"M'kay...any particular reason to go East?" Fang asked. Why was he prying so much?

"No. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" He shrugged. Shocker.

Watch out Maximum. Trouble is brewing on the horizon. I jumped (if that is at all possible when you are flying). I haven't heard from the voice in...how long has it been? And what did it mean trouble is brewing on the horizon? Who even says brew-

My thoughts were cut off by Angel's scream. I whipped my head around to see what was wrong...but...everything...was...going...black...


Oh No! What happened to Max?! Find out in the next chappie. Constructive criticism is welcomed. And for all of those people who read and don't review, don't think I can't see you!