A/N This is my first fanfic so R&R please! WARNING Do not read this untill you have read all 6 Max Ride books!

Due to the fact that I am not James Patterson, I do not own any of the Maximum Ride characters.

***Max's POV***

Ahhh... There was nothing in the world more relaxing than lying on the beach, listening to the sounds of the ocean, a calm breeze blowing all your worries awa-

"Gazzy! Give it back!" shouted Iggy as he ran past me, kicking sand all over my last clean shirt. "Hey!" I shouted. "Whats the big idea?"

"Gazzy stole my ipod!" yelled Iggy. Gazzy laughed maniacly. "If you want it back, you'd better come catch me!" He said in a sing-song voice. Well, at least it was his own voice. He had caused enough trouble with that mimicry power of his.

I sighed. I really needed to get that kid a hobby.

"Gazzy! Give Iggy's ipod back or i will come do it for you!" I demanded. Still giggling, Gazzy handed Iggy his ipod. I settled back onto the sand. Good thing I've got this leader buisness down pat or the flock would be in some serious trouble.

Not that I didn't think they could survive on their own, but there would be...problems. Iggy and Gazzy with their bickering and their endless fascination with blowing stuff up, and dont even get me started on Angel. Really.

But I love them for the little nuts that they are. Nudge is my little trooper, always looking on the bright side. And Fang...Oh, darn. I had almost avoided thinking about him for 10 minutes. Ever since he left. Ever since the note.

Oooh, the note, scary music, right? But it was scary. I was shell-shocked. Right after I had gotten over almost losing him, I had to go and lose him again. God! Stupid, stupid Fang! He just had to go and leave me alone, with only some soppy, heartbreakingly beautiful note to think about.

Dylan had tried to be comforting. He really did. He was super nice, and he was always there when something needed doing, stuff that really eased my mind. But he wasnt Fang.

I opened my eyes. Well, I told myself, time to stop being all self-pitying and put on your happy face. I got up and shook the sand off my clothes.

"Okay guys, listen up," I said. "We've had our relaxation time, swim time, etc., ect." They really enjoyed playing underwater tag now that they all had devloped gills. Yes, gills. The having-a-evil-scientist-mess-with-your-DNA package comes with the random mutation feature!

Well, at least we hadn't started growing multiple appendages. Yet.

"Well," I continued. "We need to head over to the house, check on Total and Akila. Hopefully, they haven't destroyed the place while we were gone."

"Oh, come on!" complained the Gasman. "Five more minutes! Please?" He tried to give me bambi eyes.

"Sorry Gaz, bambi eyes doesn't work for you. But okay, fine. Five minutes, only. Then we're off."

We landed on the porch. Gazzy, Iggy, and Angel yawned in unison. It was a short flight from Aliso Beach, California, but we were tired from a day of fun in the sun. Dylan was there to greet us.

"Hello, Max," he said. He smiled, his beautiful face lighting up when he saw me. "Hello, Dylan," I said tiredly. I brushed past him and walked into the kitchen. I was still angry at him for giving Fang the idea to leave. Well, I was going to focus on that later. My stomach growling so loud, I wondered in I had accidentaly swallowed a chainsaw on the flight over here.

"Iggy! Are you too tired to whip up something to sooth my angry stomach?" I yelled over my shoulder.

Iggy sighed theatrically. "Well, I guess I'd better make something or you will. I would hate for us all to end this wonderful day with food poisoning." Gazzy snickered.

I glared at him. Like that would have any effect. "You'd better be glad I'm too tired to throw something sharp at you," I retorted.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" He laughed.

After Iggy's wonderful dinner, we were all relaxing in the living room. Iggy was listening to his ipod, and Dylan, Gazzy, Angel, and Nudge were playing Monopoly. I was...sitting. Thinking. What now? What do we do?

All my life, I've had objectives. Things I had to do. Back at the school, it was to survive. We had to just survive for the longest time. But then, along comes all this saving the world buisness. All the while, I kept the flock together, kept us safe. But lately, everything has been falling apart. New bird kid, the flock kicking me out, Fang dieing, Fang coming back, Fang leaving. All this, well most of it anyway, had to do with Fang. Fang is always there for me.

Was always there for me.

You know who else was with me most of the time? The Voice. Well Voice, I said in my head. Where are you now? Tell me what to do! Silence. Well, what did I expect? The Voice to tell me where Fang is, help me save the world, and tell me how to turn lead into gold?

Nah, not really. Then why was I so disappointed?

Just then, all the windows implodes. Everyone leapt up. Erasers started pouring in. What? I thought they were all gone!

"Oh! You should have called. I didn't even have time to clean up," I said politely. Immediately, I jumped into action. I ducked under an Eraser's punch and grabbed his wrist. I ran him out one of the windows overlooking the canyon. I whirled around and saw Dylan whaling on an Eraser, forcing him back torwards the canyon windows. Gazzy and Angel had ganged up on another Eraser, also pulling him torward the windows. Iggy was in a similar fight.

I realized that they had already gone through this once before. Talk about deja vu, I thought.

I leapt over the couch, kicking an Eraser in the process. It crumpled to the ground, unmoving. It seemed to me that these thing are were more fragile than I remembered. The Eraser in front of me took a step forward. His foot hit the ground and I hears a soft crunch.

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!" I heard Iggy yell. I looked down. The monster had crushed Iggy's ipod.

"Oooh, you've done it now," I told the Eraser. Iggy came out of nowhere and tackled the Eraser, shoving him into the wall. He punched it once, hard, then shoved it out the window. I looked around. The room was a wrek, but all the Erasers were gone.

Gazzy wiped the stinking Eraser blood off his face and said,"I guess they didn't know we don't take being suprised very well."

I laughed. "No, Gazzy. Not very well at all."

A/N So, what do you think? This is my first, so help me out! Should I continue or abandon this story? Please R&R!