Edited as of 7/23/14 (:

It took surprisingly little effort for Gazzy to slip away from the flock's campsite in the woods while everyone was setting up for the night. Entering town, he started carefully weaving himself into the crowd, working to blend in.

He wasn't aware of the fact that a certain tall blonde mutant was following him.

Gazzy was tjust the tiniest bit too focused on his mission. He looked around fervently, hoping to see a landmark that would guide him to what he needed to buy. He had no idea what the town was called, or even really what state border he had crossed earlier, but that wasn't going to stop him now.

There!

Gazzy spotted the sign, and hurried up the little stone steps to the shop, pushing open the door. He rushed inside, not noticing that his friend had followed him in. Gazzy hurried over to the counter, pushing a wisp of stray blonde hair out of his face, and clenching his wings in tightly to his back on a nervous impulse. He rang a little bell sitting on the counter, glancing around surreptitiously. A tall, dark haired man walked out from a door behind the counter, and peered at the tall eight-year-old standing there, a secretive look in his blue eyes.

"How can I help ye?" He asked gruffly, bending down to pick up a box below.

"I'd like to purchase-" Gazzy leaned in and whispered his product of choice. His tall friend dawdling by the front strained his genetically enhanced hearing, but couldn't catch his fellow pyromaniac's words. The man behind the counter nodded and shuffled off behind the counter to get Gazzy's item. Gazzy smiled triumphantly and started pulling a small Spiderman wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. When the man came back, Gazzy slipped him a five-dollar-bill, and received a brown-papered parcel in return. "Thank you very much," Gazzy told him, trying not to hold the package too tightly in his excitement.

The man shrugged and started cleaning the counter with a wet cloth. Gazzy turned and strode away, failing to notice his friend tucked into the shadows in the corner of the shop. The older boy followed him out, and trailed the sound of paper rustling, along with the minute sounds of Gazzy's feathers shifting. Hearing his footsteps stop, the almost-stalker halted too, before walking slowly up and peering over Gazzy's shoulder, pretending to look inside the bag.

"What've you got there, Gaz?" he asked casually.

"Iggy!" Gazzy gasped, whirling around to face the other mutant. "Hi, umm..." He sighed. "Wow, this is awkward…"

"Stop stalling and tell me what you bought, Gasman," Iggy ordered him.

Gazzy's head drooped. "Promise me that you won't tell the rest of the flock? I want to surprise them!" Gazzy almost used his Bambi eyes, before remembering that they wouldn't work on Iggy.

"No, of course I wouldn't," Iggy waved his hand impatiently. "Just tell me the contents of your package."

"The contents of your package?"Gazzy sniggered, momentarily distracted.. "Have you been listening to that Harry Potter on tape again, Igs?"

"Cut the crap, Gaz. You're stalling again."

"Fine, okay. Here it is." Gazzy pulled out one of the items in his package, reluctantly handing it over for Iggy to examine. Iggy grasped it, running his fingers over the sides.

"A pen? Why all the secrecy?" Iggy asked, furrowing his brow. For indeed, in Iggy's hands sat a nondescript, black and silver pen.

"Click the pen," Gazzy suggested, his voice just a little too calm. Iggy frowned slightly at his friend's behavior, but clicked the pen. Immediately, an electric shock traveled through his fingers.

Iggy almost dropped the pen. "Fnick!" Iggy gasped. "You little- you bought a shock pen!" he accused.

"No just a shock pen, but a package of shock pens!" Gazzy revealed happily.

Iggy stared in Gazzy's direction. "Why?" he asked finally. "You know that Max outlawed having them after-"

Gazzy wiggled excitedly, here came the best part! "I know!" he cut Iggy off hurriedly. "But I'm not trying to prank Fang this time. Remember how the shock was really wimpy last time, you know, as a joke for regular humans? But, if we take them apart and rewire them, maybe we could make them give off a really strong shock, like for a weapon or something!" Gazzy bounced up and down, unable to contain his excitement as Iggy's jaw dropped. "What do you think?"

"I think..." he said slowly, his expression unreadable. Gazzy waited. "...that you are a devious little bird-kid. Let's do it!" An evil grin lit up his pale face as Gazzy fistpumped in victory. "The thing is, we can't tell Max and Fang yet," Iggy reminded him.

"Yeah, they might not like the idea of super shock pens," Gazzy agreed. "Especially since we're not even allowed to have the regular kind anymore." The two friends strolled off down the street, heading back toward the park where the rest of the flock had been setting up camp.

"Try to look scared and upset," Iggy advised his younger friend as they walked. "Then maybe Max won't be so mad about us leaving."

"How about this?" Gazzy contorted his face into a woebegone, sad little image, complete with too-bright eyes. "Max, Max, it was so scary!" he gasped, hugging himself in fear. "Erasers came, and they tried to take me away, there were eight of them! Then Iggy came and saved me, and we rushed back as soon as we could!" Gazzy whimpered, sniffling slightly. His face brightened again. "I'm hungry," he whispered sadly.

Iggy clapped him on the back. "Perfection, Gaz! Absolute perfection!" he assured him. "Seriously, like you could be on Broadway someday." Gazzy smirked.

"Yeah, that'll be the day," Gazzy scoffed, giggling to himself. He deepened his voice, mimicking an announcer "Bird Kids performing live on Broadway: The Music Man!"

Iggy laughed, and the two friends ran off down the street, clutching their little package of evil condensed in pen form. There was mischief blossoming on the horizon.

Nudge: … little package of evil condensed in pen form?
Believe me, that is the definition of a shock pen.

Nudge: alrighty then…. –backs away from TMI-

Hey! That's not very nice. Okay, by the way people, I was informed by one of my favorite authors about a certain Project PULL, started by another author. So I figured that I would update sooner. Unfortunately for my Race for the Cure and Max's Special Powers and Flock plus Carnival equals Catastrophe and Flock vs ATM readers, the update came in the form of this story. It was inspired by soccer practice last night, when my coach's daughter kept running around and shocking people with her shock pen.

Sooooooooo, review please? I love to read them, and will most likely put you in the AN of the next chapter.

Gazzy: bribery, eh?

You shouldn't talk.

Gazzy: … true…

~TMI~