AN: I GOT BORED OF MY OTHER STORIES SO I'M JUST STARTING A BUNCH ONCE. I DISCLAIM ALL BOOKS, TV SHOWS, ETC. THAT I USE IN THIS FANFICTION. THANK YOU FOR READING.
Chapter One:
Okay, so I've known about Erasers, Flyboys, and all that bunch at the School! But did I ever know about aliens? No-sir-y! I mean, did you ever think that there might actually ever be aliens out there? If you did I would've called you a loony bin, called myself a hypocrite then walked away, mumbling to myself. But now….now, I'm pretty damn clear on the whole bits and pieces!
I landed in the rough bits of Metropolis. I was now a bit over twenty two. My flock had gone off on their own, deciding to split apart. It was hard at first, I must admit but I just didn't leave it at that. I let myself move on. Now I've been traveling on my own, still looking the same as I did when I was eighteen. I had long blond hair down to my butt, a tall slender body that had stopped growing and scars painting my body. But some people have dared to call me hot. It was nice to be appreciated. My eyes had changed color; they were now a light violet color instead of the chocolate brown they used to be. My mom and Ella are doing fine; I visit them every once in a while. Ella's engaged to Iggy. Can you believe it?! My sister and one of my best friends are going to actually get married!! I'm happy and all but if they dare break up I refuse to take sides. I know the rough bits of Iggy and I do not want to go there. You did not want to get him mad. I was now wearing a pair of faded jeans, a black T-shirt with a black choker with a silver cross dangling down my collarbone on a medium length chain, and a black leather jacket. I had on a pair of knee-length high heeled stiletto boots with leather and buckles. They were nice if you remember to put gel soles in them. Nudge was off somewhere with her new boyfriend, Chad. She had met him on a fashion tour; he was the son of the owner of a long chain of fashions called Cruise Nudges Fashions. It was amazing how much she kept rambling about him when I went to visit her. I had yet to have a discussion with her about her not taking advantage of him. I was now here in Metropolis to live. It was a nice, busy city that I could definitely help out with. But from what I've heard, this place has some of its own heroes around. And yet there still are major crime issues around here. When some people began to tell me about "aliens" in Metropolis I merely rolled my eyes and sighed, walking away.
I was staying with one of my mom's friend's cousins, Chloe. My mom and her friend, Dianne, had insisted that I stayed with Chloe until I was settled into my very own happy home. So now I was heading to the large church that Chloe lived it. Jeez, was that ironic or what? I mean, a girl with wings staying in a church. I rolled my eyes again and sighed as I began to walk down the street to the church. My backpack was light on my back, despite it's weight and my suitcase was filled with all sorts of gizmos and gadgets that my little techie geek flock members had pressed on me. Not to mention the clothes that Nudge pressed onto me. It was silk and denim rape, I swear! I entered the church, accidentally slamming the door behind me. "Oh, Max, is that you?" Someone called from the upper floor. I looked up the swirly stairs to the wrought iron railing to the upper floor where Chloe was standing. She was smiling down at me. I hadn't seen her since my mom had told me to get along with her when we were sixteen. She had grown. I smiled back up at my long-lost friend. "Yeah, baby, it's me!" I cried out, holding out my arms in preparation for the hug. She instantly ran down the steps and threw her arms around me. I laughed as I hugged her back. "Nice place you got here," I said. "Well, it was a wedding gift," Chloe said quietly. "You got married?" I asked in astonishment. Chloe laughed. "Yeah, but he passed away," Chloe said to me. My face dropped. "I'm so sorry, sweets," I said and threw my arms around her once more. "Yeah, yeah, I get that every time someone hears it for the first time." Chloe said, laughing sadly. I nodded against her shoulder. "Okay, so now that we've met up after six long years how bouts we hit the town?" I said, winking a bit at her. "Ooh, I know the best club. Let me just call Clark and he can come along." Chloe said. I snorted (it's not as bad as it sounds) and shook my head as I headed up the stairs to the room Chloe had pointed out. I had heard of Clark Kent but never actually got the pleasure of meeting the poor farm boy.
"You're still hanging out with farm boys?" I called down the stairs from my room. It was amazing. There was a wrought iron bed in the corner, a white dresser with a vanity mirror on the other end of the room, and a couple of other items on the polished wood floor. It was beautiful despite the sound of it. I instantly began to stuff some clothes into the dresser instead of actually folding them. That'd be too much work. I dropped my backpack and my suitcase, instantly pulling out the two laptops, the webcam, the computer microphone, etc. I was keeping track of Itex so I knew whether I needed to call down my flock. I instantly began booting up the systems on the large desk in the opposite corner of my bed. Chloe gaped from the doorway. "Oh, yeah, sorry about the techie geek stuff," I said absently as I booted up the final monitor. "No, it's fine; you know me, I'm all about nerd stuff," Chloe said in awe. "Yeah, just got to keep track of a few places," I said as I hurried in stepping on a chair in the opposite corner of both the bed and the desk to set up a security camera. "Dear God, it's like my heaven," Chloe blurted out. I laughed. "Yeah, well, Nudge wants me to hold down the fort so that she can have some of her 'fun' with Chad, instead of trying to keep us all safe," I said as I finished plugging in the final cords. "Cool, let's go," I said, grabbing the small leather purse out of my backpack. It held the essentials; cell phone, PDA, hair accessories, makeup, etc. "You are so my best friend," Chloe said as she leaned against my shoulder. I gently patted her shoulder. "Sweetie, that's really rather pathetic," I said as I led her down the stairs.