OK, so I don't know why I got this idea, it just came. I hope you enjoy...

This story is from Iggy's point of view, so Iggy fans, I hope you're happy!

This is a oneshot, though if people ask, I might make it something more... It just felt like a good place to end, though. You tell me! Review!

Oh, and I almost forgot... Do you think I own Maximum Ride? Do I look like James Patterson to you? Let alone a man? No? Then, there you have it! (Needless to say that this is a disclaimer.)

-K

Blue, Black, and Bye!

Today was another great day! Not.

I mean, ever since the entire flock, even Total, developed gills, they've been going out every single day, discovering the fun-filled underwater world.

It's awesome! I mean, it's awesome for them. I have to stay all by myself while they have all their water-filled adventures without me.

Of course, it wouldn't hurt half as much as it does if they actually felt bad for leaving me on the beach every morning. Needless to say, they don't. Or, at least, they don't have enough energy left at the end of the day to feel any twinge of guilt.

Instead, they just show up every night, say 'hi', then run to the dinner that none other than, you guessed it, I have prepared for them. Then, they just ignore me until it's time for breakfast, which I have also prepared, where I get much of the same treatment.

Because, how else would they treat the blind kid? He's just the cook, right? He's not like us... He doesn't have raptor vision and gills, something any normal bird kid should have! Notice the heavy sarcasm in this sentence, and you'll be able to calculate just the right amount of bitterness I'm feeling.

After that, they leave, and then take everything I said and repeat it to know what happens.

Two weeks of that, and in all that time, Gazzy noticed me once.

---Flashback---

I was sitting in the shadows of the trees and being quiet, as usual, when suddenly, Gazzy approached me.

He said,

"Hey, Ig, what's up?"

I was so surprised that he had actually started a conversation that it took me a few moments to find my voice, and then I finally stuttered,

"Um... Nothing much, I guess. You?"

Taking it as his cue to answer, he continued,

"Oh, tons! Being underwater is sooo cool! It's so amazing, we have tons of fun, we even found an abandoned shipwreck a little far off the shore and-"

I continued listening and nodding at the right times, trying to act as if it interested me and it wasn't hurting my feelings.

Truth is, he was hurting me so badly it felt like he was stabbing me in the heart. And the worst part is that he didn't notice. Neither did Angel, for that matter, because she was too busy snuggling with Max and Fang, who occasionally kissed, much to the kids' pleasure. I could tell all of that from the sounds they were making.

After a while, Gazzy said he was tired and left me once again. A few seconds later, I heard Max ask me to take first watch, and before I even had time to answer, she snuggled close to Fang and fell asleep. I didn't hear Fang's head move toward me. It was as if I didn't exist.

That night, I didn't wake anyone up for second watch because I was afraid they would see me in the near-tear state I was currently in.

And not once during Gazzy's long rant did I hear a word said about missing me or being sorry that I couldn't come. They just didn't have the time to think about me anymore. I was just an insignificant person, an outcast.

Isn't my life just great?

---End of Flashback---

The flock just had just come back, and now they were eating dinner.

Apparently, they were especially tired tonight, so Max asked me if I could take first watch and second watch.

I agreed, since there was not much else I could say.

Once they were all asleep, I settled myself in my usual tree and waited as the hours passed by.

After about 2 hours, though, I got incredibly bored, so I went silently to the water.

I walked up knee-deep, and just stayed there, listening to the water all around me.

I'd already tried several times to see if I had any gills yet, but every time I tried, it gave the same result as the first time Gazzy had tried back in the States when we were still on the run. Let's just say that Max just about blew up in anger and disgust every time.

However, this time, as I stayed still in the water, something in my gut told me that I should go deeper into the water.

I hesitated only a moment... What if the rest of the flock gets attacked while I'm not there? I quickly shoved the feeling away, however, because it had been months since anyone had attacked us. Besides, they could fend off for themselves. I didn't matter, right?

At that thought, a little loneliness, and a lot of anger came back, and I stepped in farther into the ocean.

Once I was in until my chest, I took a deep breath and plunged in.

I went in deeper and deeper, away from the beach as fast as I could go.

Once I was deep enough, I let go of the air I'd been holding and took in a large gulp of water.

Instead of feeling the water move into my lungs and make me choke, I felt as if I was up into the air, but at the same time different.

It took me a few minutes to get used to the breathing, but once I'd learned the trick, it was easy for me to move around like I'd done it all my life.

After what could have been a few minutes or a few hours, I opened my eyes and gasped.

I could see. I remembered the last time I'd gone underwater with Gazzy and Angel when we had the 'super-duper-oxygen-scoopers' when I had been able to kinda see like in Antarctica, but this was a whole different story!

I could actually and completely see. After a while of just staying there, trying to understand what was happening, I decided it didn't matter and instead just started enjoying what was ahppening around me.

There were thousands of fishes and underwater plants and stones. It was absolutely beautiful.

I completely understood why the flock adored being under here. It was amazing.

I wanted to stay there forever.

I could finally see, and I felt like I belonged there.

After what seemed like an eternity, I went to the bottom of the sea and lied down. I was more tired than I'd been in weeks, but I still didn't want to go back to a flock that ignored me and used me as a cook and a watch at night.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was rising, I could see that from the way it all looked different in the sunlight.

I got up, and I suddenly had an idea.

I spread my wings out wide. The flock had never done this. Apparently, Nudge and Angel had tried, but the pressure had forced them in.

However, Iggy had no trouble whatsoever in spreading them open and as far as they could go.

Then, I jumped up, trying to do an up-and-away. It worked way better than I thought it would have, and I half swam, half flew through the water, going as fast as my legs and wings allowed me, which was pretty darn fast.

When the sun was completely up, I went back to the bottom, and started running. Then, I leaped up and flew straight up and out of the water.

I had been reluctant to get out, thinking that my newfound sight would disappear as soon as I left the water, but I was surprised to find out that I could see as much as I had seen underwater.

I was pretty far from the beach, but I could see them clearly, and I could see that they'd seen me coming out of the water.

I flew slowly toward them, and when I landed, they all looked at me with new eyes.

They saw that my wings were wet, they saw that my eyes had found their normal blue color again, and they also saw me glare at them with all the anger and bitterness of the past 2 weeks and months before that.

The first person to say anything was Angel, and she said,

"You can see? And you have gills? And you were able to open your wings underwater?"

I could tell she was getting all that from my thoughts, since I wasn't blocking her out, or keeping anything away from her.

What surprised me, though, was that she couldn't tell what I was feeling from my thoughts, which angered me even more because it meant that she didn't care at all.

Still glaring, I answered coldly,

"Yes. Why is it such a big deal? I mean, it's not like I mean anything to you guys, so why should you care?"

Gazzy said,

"What do you mean? Of course we care about you!"

"Yeah, right. Because, these past few weeks, you've paid a whole lot of attention to me!" I replied, my voice heavily filled with sarcasm.

I looked at all of them, and I couldn't find any trace of remorse in the faces of the people I'd loved for the past 15 years. What did it mean? That they really didn't care about me? That they didn't love me? That I had never meant anything to them?

I know the hurt showed on my face, and at that instant it didn't matter.

While I was thinking all that, I looked at Angel, who looked straight back at me. Her eyes were filled with love, yes, but the love wasn't directed at me, I could see that. It was for the rest of the flock, and I was nonexistent to her.

I suddenly understood why she hadn't reacted to any of my thoughts.

The Angel I thought I knew would have broken down in tears by now, saying that it wasn't true, that they all loved me.

But I could tell from her even stare that it wasn't true anymore.

To them, I was long gone already. I was just a piece of furniture, that also happened to cook for them.

"You know what?" I started saying, my voice carefully controlled so as not to let the hurt, rejection, anger and hate show. I also blocked my thoughts so that the Angel that I had loved so much before couldn't hear what I was about to say.

"I've had enough. I'm leaving. That way you won't have to bear me anymore. Goodbye, people... I hope you have a nice life."

With that, I did an up-and-away, flying off towards America and away from my ex-flock.

Not one of them came after me. Not even Gazzy, the one I'd been closest to, my partner in crime.

As I flew away, I felt the tears flow down my cheeks. I let them... It didn't matter anymore.

If you liked it, review, if you didn't like it, review anyway. Constructive criticism, praise, and hateful words are all approved and welcomed! It doesn't matter if all you're saying is 'I hate this story, it sucked, I hate you, etc.', just... Review, OK?

-K