A/N: Hey! This is going to be very different from all the others. How? I'm writing an album's worth of songs to go with it. None of them come up yet, but I'm letting you know. I really want your opinions about this, especially the lyrics. If they sound stupid, TELL ME!!! I don't want stupid lyrics on the web! Also, this is a little notice about the movement anonymouse13 and I started! For details check our profiles, which should have a pretty up to date mention of what we're for, who's in it with us, etc. I also want to thank anonymouse13, aviator301, meepisms, and SilverScreech for constantly reviewing my work. I owe a lot to you guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. If I did, Jeb would not be her dad. Thank you.

Max's POV:

Sometimes you run just to see if anyone will follow. But that was only part of the reason I ran. I was scared, so scared of all the "what ifs?"; so sick and tired of all the whining, and so fed up with not being able to catch a break. And I wanted to see if any of them would notice if I was gone.

I didn't bother leaving a note to Fang, and I didn't make a sound louder then that of the storm raging outside as I headed for the door, opening it to feel the cool wind pressing against my face. It felt refreshing, freeing even, not to be tied down to all my responsibilities. They were pretty much over anyway. I had saved the world, after all.

I wasn't going to fly in this weather; I'm not stupid. So I waited outside for a couple minutes and got into a cab, heading for the airport. I needed to leave the continent if I didn't want them to find me right away, because Angel's powers are getting stronger.

She makes me proud, they all do, but that's not a good enough reason to stay. Not anymore. I looked back only once, as the cab drove away, memorizing the horror-stricken face on the man I had spent so much of my time with these past years. I got out the iPod that Angel had gotten me for Christmas last year and played with the keys a bit, indecisive at first about what music to play. I finally decided on some sad music to complement the weather, and I watched the city streets pass by on the way to JFK international airport.

Fang's POV:

I thought I heard something, and awoke immediately from my dream. It was a good dream for once, and I was definitely upset at having to leave it in such a manner. It was about Max. She'd left, and… That brought me to my senses. Where is she? I hurriedly got dressed to see if she was talking to one of the others or just taking a breather or something. I hoped that was all it was. I pulled on my black hoodie hastily as a final touch, so you couldn't see my wings and burst out the door, searching for any signs of where she was.

Then I looked down on the street below the motel. Max was getting into a yellow cab, and once she was in it, she looked back, where she saw me. She just looked at me, almost as if she was looking through me. She was leaving, and she didn't look sad or anything! I'm supposed to be the emotionless one! If there was ever a better torture to watch the person you love drive into the horizon, I'd like to see it.

I ran back into the hotel room, looking for anything she might have left. She didn't. Not one thing of hers looked like it had ever graced being inside this motel. No note either. I woke up the others and asked Angel if she could read Max's thoughts without letting Max catch on that it was happening. She did it and looked at me with the most sorrowful expression that had ever played across her cute little face. " She's gone. She's leaving the country, so we can't find her. She keeps picturing your face. And she's almost at JFK… whatever that is."

" It's an airport, Ange. Anybody got anything of hers?"

They all chorused a "no". Damn. Nudge won't be able to track her, so this was going to be a lot harder than I thought. "Ig, watch the kids. I'm going after her. "

I made it to the airport at 8:50 that morning. I remember because I asked the ticket desk if they someone that looked like Max that had paid for one out-of-country one-way ticket with a credit card. They said that the plane that she bought the ticket for left at 8:50. But I knew which continent she was on. Europe.

I used a pay phone to call Iggy but Angel already knew. I was gong after her alone. All the way. They didn't need to get lost on some God forsaken strip of land halfway across the globe. I told them to stay at the Martinez's and not to cause trouble. "Wait, hold on a sec… Go to the "E" house first. Get something from Max's room there and email me if Nudge can get anything off it. Got that?"

I finished the conversation and got a ticket for England. These European countries are all pretty small and close together, right?