(A/N Hello there, readers of my other stories and those that have just stopped by. This IS NOT the sequel to School Hard, but a seperate story. It ttakes place after the Final Warning. Please read and review. Love, Nix xXx)
Part one: Everything has a beginning…
1.
There's something to be said about flying; something about it just screams peace and freedom, so unlike walking the busy streets below.
The flock and I were back in good old' New York, the one place we'd ever been where we- a flock of Avian-Americans (yes, that's flying bird-kids to you)- were the most normal people around. It was a pretty extraordinary place, filled with plenty of pretty extraordinary people; and for once, we blended. Needless to say, it was one of mine and the flock's favourite places in the world, topped only by my Mom's house in Arizona.
I looked around, Fang- my right hand man and best friend- was flying slightly above me and to my left; Iggy and The Gasman (and trust me, he lives up to his namesake) were flying side-by-side slightly behind Fang. Their voices were lowered and I had a sinking feeling that they were discussing bombs, great. Nudge and Angel were on my right, Angel was carrying Total (our talking dog who was currently learning to fly), all three of them were laughing and whooping as they spun in tight barrel rolls and somersaults.
"Heads up guys, find an alley and we'll head down and find somewhere to eat." I said, before Nudge could cut in with her usual 'Max, I'm hungry' line. I heard excited mumbles and smiled slightly, I loved being able to make them happy- not that it happened often, with our lifestyle, but still, it made it all worth while.
'They should be happy that they're alive Max, and that's all thanks to you.' The voice intoned.
'Ah, I wondered when you were going to jump back in and work some of your riddle magic.'
I answered sourly, there was nothing better to put a girl (okay, teenage mutant-bird-freak, but still) in a bad mood then the voice in her head returning.
'It's time for your last mission, Max. It's time to end it.'
It said, and then pain exploded behind my eyes, my wings folded and I dropped like a stone; trying- and failing- to suppress my screams of agony. I registered voices screaming my name, but I was too busy trying to cancel out the pain, paying attention to the images, sounds and videos that were whizzing through my head, whilst holding said head together in one piece. And then the Icy blackness claimed me and my last thought was:
'Well, 'aint life grand?'.