Hey guys! I'm about to unleash my second fanfiction! BE SCARED. Haha. This takes place right after The Final Warning, and at the beginning of MAX. So they have just started doing the air show things and they are staying with Dr. M. This really disregards everything that happens from then on, because it's really hard to write something that could very well have happened in the storyline in the real book. Ah well.

Me: I'm really happy to be writing another story.

Fang: Yeah, but we aren't.

Me: Why not?

Fang: Because no body likes you.

Iggy: Ouch.

Me: OH SHUT UP! * slaps *

Iggy: Again. Ouch.

Me: Onward!

Angel: Disclaimer: Glimmer 269 does not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does.

Dear Fang,

You probably wont read this, because you get hundreds of messages a day. I'm praying that this particular message will catch your eye.

They're after me. Just like They are after you. Except for I am a little less fortunate than you and your flock. I don't have any special abilities keeping me alive. It's just my quick wits and nimble build. I need your help. I'm sure your thinking: This is a trap. She is one of them. We can't help her. He have too much to worry about. We don't need a human tagging along.

But I promise you it's not a trap. But that's just what someone who is evil would say, isn't it?With everything that has happened to me, I can barely even trust myself, let alone other people.

I can't fend for myself anymore. If I say on my own, I will die. I'm starving, thirsty, and I think my rib is snapped. But pain is just a message, and you can ignore messages, right?

This is a library laptop, and I need to go now, because it's almost ten o'clock– the library closes then– and people are giving me suspicious glances because of my attire, but please consider helping me. I will be at the park nearest to you. I'm not going to say where, because They might be reading this comment. They might even be reading your blog.

I have to go. Bye.

~Ally

Allison looked around, logged out of her account, and darted out of the library, not caring if she aroused suspicion. She ran full tilt to the park. As she sat down on a bench, she realized she was shaking. She put a stop to that in an instant.

Fang got hundreds of messages every day, and he and the flock were extra paranoid and distrusting. She understood that, because she was the same way. She couldn't stay in the same place for more than two days, and if a person said even one nice word to her, she had them backed up against a wall, asking who sent them. Maybe she could be a little harsh sometimes, but you can never be too careful.

She sighed. She couldn't stay here much longer, and if he didn't come by exactly midnight, she had to get moving again.

She heard a rustling of branches from behind her, and she spun around, ready to fight. She looked at her dirty, grimy watch, and she realized she had been sitting on that park bench for an hour and forty-five minutes, and it was already quarter to twelve. Could it be Fang? Even if it could be, she didn't let her guard down. Secretly, she was hoping it was him, and that he had come early. She would never admit that to anybody though. If he didn't come, then she would just have to get over it, and pretend that all of this never happened. She really did wish that she had someone to accompany her, though, so that she wouldn't die as soon. But, it's not like she really enjoyed living anyway. Being on the run all of the time, she barely had any time to do anything fun. Fang occasionally wrote about the fun things they did together. Ally didn't have that luxury.

Guess who jumped out of the bush?

A flyboy, of course. Who else?

She turned around to run, but then realized she was surrounded. There was no exit. She wished she could just take to the sky, and fly away. But even if she could, there were flyboys in the air too, and they would certainly catch her in an instant. Maybe if she could somehow distract them all, she could run past them and get away. But if she did that, all any one of them would have to do would be to reach out their heavily-metaled arms and grab her, making her unable to get away. There was no way she was going to get out of this.

• • •

Fang opened up his computer and checked his messages. There was surprisingly only, like, a hundred or so. He skimmed through them, only paying attention to the really long ones, because the short ones were usually just things like 'keep holding strong Fang!' 'you're cool' 'date me!' and stuff like that. One message caught his eye. It was from some girl named Ally.

After reading it, he concluded that he would have to check it out. One thing struck him as suspicious, though. How did she know where he was? He shrugged it off. Since the rendezvous was at midnight, he could probably sneak away without anyone noticing his absence. He would just have to make sure he went no where near Max, since she was such a light sleeper. He wasn't stupid, and he knew that if Max woke up because of him, a simple 'This is all a dream! Go back to sleep!' wouldn't suffice. (A/N I LOVE THAT WORD! Suffice. Hehe!)

At about quarter to, he got up from his room and crept out of the house. He got their earlier than he expected, and hid in the bushes. Then he saw her. She had ratty, ripped clothes, and her skin was dirty. The only thing that was presentable about her was her long, waist length, auburn colored braid. It actually looked like it had been braided recently. That made him a little suspicious of the validity of her offer.

Without warning, she jumped up and spun around. A flyboy jumped out of the bushes at her, and she whipped around, obviously trying to get away from it. More flyboys landed in front of her, keeping her trapped. Fang half expected her to leap into the air, and then remembered that she didn't have any powers. Or so she said. She did look up longingly, however, and then to the ground again. She appeared to be playing with her options, although there weren't many.

She whipped out a knife, and started randomly slashing at flyboys. She was good, but she was no match. Fang knew there was too many risks to count, but he also knew that this girl, spy or not, was in trouble, and he needed to help her. One thing that was reassuring to him, was that if she was a spy, the flyboys wouldn't actually hurt her, and they were. She had slashes on her back, chest, legs, and arms. She had managed to keep her face relatively protected though.

"Hit them in the base of their spines! It's their weak point!"

Without even acknowledging he spoke, she did what he said, and started whacking them on the bases of their spines with the flat of her knife. She was making progress, but she was still outnumbered by about a hundred or so.

He decided it was about time to step in, and he started kicking flyboys in the base of their spines, just like he told her to do, and he took down quite a few. Soon they had beaten all but about ten of them, and they were fighting back to back. It was a pretty good system, and when they had finally gotten them all subdued, they took off running without a signal.

I guess, them both being on the run for so long, they had enough common sense to know that when a battle was over, you needed to get the hell out of there, or you could risk reinforcements coming and ambushing you. They ran until Fang couldn't run anymore. Ally was ready to run that whole length again, and was confused when Fang said he couldn't go any further. Usually the one who was built with enhanced agility could run farther than the average human. Oh well.

"I could just, like, run a marathon right now! You're tired?"

"Hate to admit it," he said, "But yeah, I am. How can you run so fast? I could barely keep up!"

"I don't know, I just was scared, and I bolted. I run faster when I'm frightened."

"So your Ally?"

She looked down at her shoes, unsmiling. She nodded, and sunk to her knees. She put her hands to her mouth in some strange motion, and made a sound like a bird call. She stopped for a while and listened, as if she was waiting for a reply. A bird mimicked her call, and she smiled.

"Why did you do that?"

"I like birds. They fascinate me."

"How ironic."

She smiled for the first time since he had met her, but didn't laugh. She almost seemed more paranoid than him. If that was even possible. She was uneasy in his presence, as if she didn't know if she trusted him of not. Which seemed strange to Fang, because she was the one that asked him for help. It's not like he just randomly showed up. But I guess he couldn't blame her, because he was the same way. Except that he would never ask for help from anyone. But that wasn't the point.

"You seem to talk even less than me."

She nodded again.

"Why?" He asked, and the genuine curiosity in his voice seemed to calm Ally down.

She simply shrugged, and got up, dusting off her hands. She walked around the clearing in the woods where they had stopped running, gathering sticks. When she gathered enough, she put them down in a pile in the middle of the clearing, and then walked around the clearing again, this time gathering rocks. She put them in a circle around the sticks, and then took two away from the circle, striking them against each other, creating a spark that ignited the dry wood instantly.

"Impressive," said Fang, "Better than anything I could do, at least."

She grinned at him and warmed herself by the fire. She checked her watch, and noticed that it was about two o'clock. She finally took note of the scrapes and bruises all over her body, and tried to touch one of them, and winced. She had to be strong, because Fang was there, and she didn't want to look like a wimp. If he wasn't there, she was sure she would have burst into tears. What did they want from her? The flyboys always said that they had to kill her, but why? It's not like she ever did anything to them. Maybe her parents did something to them. Or, rather, whoever controlled them. She had been running for as long as she could remember, and she didn't remember doing anything to anger these people. First, the Erasers had chased her, and then the next generation, and now these damned flyboys.

But she set her own worries aside. It was Fang that need to be worried about right now. He had a giant cut in his side that was bleeding heavily, and she knew that it was the reason he got tired so quickly.

"Fang," she said quietly and softly, "You're hurt."

"It's not very bad."

"Well it should be attended to, so you don't loose too much blood."

I took off my sweatshirt and tore it into strips, laying it over the gash. There was a whole in his shirt right there, so she didn't need to get it off him. But as she tried to cover the wound, she realized there was more scar than there was rip so she would, indeed, have to take it off. It was going to be hard to take it off without causing him pain, and she knew that.

"Okay," she warned, "This is going to hurt. Probably a lot."

"Wait to be straightforward, Ally."

She almost laughed. Almost.

She took off his shirt and sucked in a breath. She thanked God his eyes were closed, because her face was priceless right then, with her eyes all big like that.

Oh, my God, she thought, he's ripped.

She put that thought to the back of her mind, and went back to stopping his bleeding. She pressed the strips down on the wound with all of the force she had.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry!" She said, and she hated the fact that she was hurting him, but if she didn't do this, he could die, and that would be worse.

"That hurts!"

"I'M SORRY! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?"

He fell silent.

"I didn't think so," she said, softer now, but with the faintest hint of triumph in her voice. She hand won the argument. She always won.

After she finally had it all wrapped up, she helped him sit up, and moved him closer to the fire.

"You sleep. I'll take the first watch."

"What about my flock?"

"We'll get you back in the morning. For now, just sleep."

"Kay."

He fell asleep almost instantly.

In my other fanfic, I wrote tiny chapters, but in this one, I wrote an extra long one! I won't right the next chapter if I don't get over five reviews, so review please! Even if you say you don't like it and say things I could do better, that is good. I am always trying to improve my writing! Hope ya liked it!

Fang: I hate it.

Me: Well then.