~OK, so this story takes place after Fang left the Flock. It's basically about his struggles to help save the world, and get over Max at the same time. He uses his blog to recruit members for a new "gang" and a girl named Ever joins. She's a mutant freak, too, but he has no clue what she is. There is some FangXOC and FangXMax soo, read along, and see if you're interested.

~Ugh I'm required to do this, but only once, cuz I hate it: I do not own any members of the Flock except for Ever. They belong to James Patterson, though i would LOVE to have Fang for myself xD

Leaving Max was the hardest thing I've ever done. Ever. Sometimes it hurt so bad, that I could actually feel the animate pain reside in my chest, growing ever larger, swarming my heart like a black hole. Sometimes I screamed at the sky when no one was around, just to make it feel like the pain actually left. But then it came back, and it refuses to leave.

Flying was the only thing that actually sometimes made it seem the like the pain left. I just can't describe the feeling of letting your wings extend, flapping, letting you roam the sky on your own. It's most extravagant at night, when it seems like your flying right under the stars, like you could reach up and grab one.

But then once I land Max finds her way back into my head once more, bringing the aching pain right back to where it was before.

And so the urge to kill Dylan washes over me again.

Dylan.

Who is he to think that he's Max's other half? That's for her to decide. Not him.

Groaning aloud, I sat down, leaning my back on a large rock. I brought my knees to my chest and buried my head in them.

I never would have shown such vulnerability in front of the flock. I was supposed to be the strong, but silent one. So why was I here, bringing my knees to my chest as if it'd ease the pain lying there? Why was I here, sitting down for I couldn't stand with the weight in my heart that kept eating away at me? Why was I here, letting a tear flow down my cheek? I'm Fang. Fang is never this…see-through, as if I'm letting all the emotions inside me out. I never did that. And why was I feeling such emotions anyway? I made this decision; I won't go back on it, even though I'd do anything to see that strong, firm face lead the flock, as her brown-and-white speckled feathers extended about her.

I clutched my chest. Loneliness washed over me like a tidal wave. I wanted someone to be with, someone that I could wrap my arms around and bury my face in their hair.

But even still, I had to continue. I had to help save this world, even if it isn't with the person I want to be with the most.

And I know I can't do it alone.

Finding my way over to an internet café, I started to write a new blog:

You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!

Today's date: Already Too Late!

You are visitor number: 187,361,007

Long story short: I need to recruit some new members. Not for a flock, more like a…gang, you could say. Why, you ask? Well, I'm no longer a part of the Flock. Trust me, I'm more upset than you can imagine. But things change. And right now, if we want to save this planet, I need more members. Whether you're a mutant freak or not, if you got some special ability that can help kick some butt and save Earth, then e-mail me. I'll interview you, sort of. And if you qualify, then hooray, if you don't…tough luck. E-mail me, I know we can save this planet.

Fly on,

Fang.

I sighed. I hoped with every part of me that this would work, that I can help Max save this world even if I'm not with her. I still loved her with every part of my heart, and I wanted to help in any way I could.

I pressed refresh, just for the heck of it, not really expecting to get comments right away.

I was wrong.

I already had 25 comments. So I read them.

None of them, not one, sounded promising. I checked my e-mail, and I already had a lot, telling me of people's "special abilities" and whatnot. And yet, none of them gave me a feeling that this plan could actually work.

Groaning inwardly, losing hope by the second, I refreshed one more time, just to see what would happen. Another unread message popped up in my inbox from someone named "Ever_Lasting". Intrigued by the subject title that merely read "I can help", I clicked on it.

All the other subject titles said something like "OMG, Fang I want to be with you!", but this was subtle.

The e-mail read:

I know what you've been through. I was once in the School, I was once tested on, I was once afraid for my life and I know the kind of chill that runs through your spine when you merely see a man wearing a white coat. I can help, Fang. I guess you can say I'm a… "mutant freak". I'm not going to tell you what I am, though. That's for you to find out. E-mail me back if interested.

Sincerely,

Ever.

I tried to ignore the gut feeling that told me to hit REPLY. I tried to ignore the little voice in the back of my mind that yelled "e-mail her back, Fang!". Not the kind of voice Max has, more of a conscience I wasn't even aware I had.

So, I hit reply. And I kept it subtle, but to the point.

You're in.

~~~I kind of know where this is going, and if you're interested and want me to continue, let me know! It wasn't really an interesting first chapter, but it'll get better, I swear. (: So if ya wanna see some Fangy goodness, click that review button! xD And there will be some FAX later on ;)