This is the second part of what I am making on paper. I will be putting the first booky like one on soon.

Alright. This is my plot. I made it up myself.

I know that this is extremely short, I just threw this together real quick. I will redo it when I am in a bored mode so I would have something to do. ;)

Disclaimer: I unfortanitly don't own maximum ride, James Patterson does.

Claimer: However, I do own this plot and the extra characters.

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Fangs POV

Listen up all you kids out there! Yeah, you! The one who just sits on their butts all day on the computer or in front of a game on a TV screen, you are freaking lazy. I mean no offense, but you seriously are.

I have to fly for my life twenty-four seven. Yeah, you heard me right. FLY for our lives. Not like on an airplane. That'd be easy. Actually flying with wings attached to my back. Did I mention I'm on the "run" with my family?Or, that they all have wings like I do. Well, I do and there is about six of us. We are all 2 percent bird and 98 percent human. Just dandy isn't it?

Max is the leader of the group; she's on her "sweet" sixteen. She has brown wings with a little bit of tan-ish coloring at the tips. Lately, I think that she is going a little cookoo because she keeps complaining about a voice in her head.(Not that she hasn't for the past 2 years). She can also reach up to 200 mph or more.

I am second in charge 'cause I am the second oldest. My names Fang, by the way, if you didn't already guess. I'm also the same age as the dear old leader, just a few months younger than her. I have jet black wings, cool huh? I sorta creep people out whenever I sneak up on them too; okay, I'm putting that nicely. But seriously, you should see Max whenever I do it to her. Ha.

Iggy is the same age as Max and I, but he's a little special. You see there's a funny story behind it all, you'll giggle for sure, and the people who did it find it funnier. You see these guys called 'White Coats' were trying to make his eyes better -- see, funnier already. White Coats, pfft! -- by giving him night vision. They gave him night vision alright, eternal night, it's sometimes called blindness. Are you laughing yet? But well what can I say, for a blind kid he sure is handy at making things go BOOM and cooking, Unlike Max

Gazzy, Gasman, Gassy, he has lots of names. He's only 10. The Gasman is always blowing things up with Iggy; those two are BIG trouble makers. Oh man, you wouldn't even want me to get started at how much trouble those two get into! You should see how ticked off Max gets! Lets just say that you'd better stand back when she does.

Nudge's 13 and usually that means we're left with -- unlucky -- a non-stop chatter box but she can find pass codes in a computer or find hidden messages, that's always cool. She can read different languages, even the dead ones, like the ones in old decrepit places that normal people would need years of studying to understand. Nope, not Nudge: the amazing pathfinder conveniently located via flock.

And last but not least, sweet little Angel. She's 8 years old and she can control and/or read other peoples' minds. Take your pick. Personal space? She knows no bounds. Not such an Angel anymore, now is she? She can also breath under water and she can talk to fish, she's Aquaman, but in a pink tutu.

Of course Angel has pure white wings and is the typical girl, blonde hair and blue eyes. Though, it kind of sucked when was taken by Erasers to the School where deranged/crazy White Coats did tests on her. Max, Nudge, and I all went to save her and met back up with Iggy and Gazzy on the way. We got captured, saved Angel, blah, blah, blah; you know, the usual. You really don't want to hear about our life story now do you?

You do? Well, buckle your seat belts; you're in for a ride. Ha. Pun.

I was by the campfire attempting to keep it going until it was Max's shift, lets just say I was bored and Angel wasn't afraid of the dark. I looked away from the glow and saw that Max was already waking. She got up and rubbed her eyes a little before she starting my way to put her hand out for a low five symbolizing my shift was over. I lifted my hand away from the stick that I was using to shift logs and low fived her hand before getting up to brush the dirt off my pants. I waved Max goodnight before walking to an old oak tree at the edge of camp, sitting down next to my backpack propped against the trunk.

I reached inside of the rough backpack's zipper pouch and pulled out my computer with care. These things aren't cheep you know, especially for a jobless bird kid always on the run. I started to type on my blog that I had made a little while back, I had lost track of time and noticed I was nodding off. I glanced at the little black clock next to all of the other settings inside of the laptop. An hour had passed since I had started typing on my blog. I then put my laptop back inside of its pouch. As is, I let my wings loosen a bit more as I fell deeper into sleep.

Max's POV

I sat there blinking away any sleep that still weighed down my eyelids. I watched Fang as he took his precious time to fall asleep, nodding off before straightening his head for a moment; he was like one of those toy birds who dipped its beak into water only to come back up and then go back down. Funny. Gazing over all of the sleeping figures in the campsite my mind began to wander, what were they dreaming about?

I looked over at Iggy. He was laying with one of his wings hanging in the dirt, protecting an ant hill(I could hear those suckers crawling). Gazzy was next to him with everything sprawled out to make him look like an unraveled pretzel, cute but messy. Nudge had her wings around her face to block the light of the fire and Angel had her wings covering over her shoulder and Total.

Yes, Total's a dog, a black Scottish dog for that matter. He's a little scruffy thing that we saved from a lab in New York. You can blame Fang for that. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, he can talk. Not like the way you say "Speak boy" and a dog barks, No way. He would actually get offended at that. He actually talks, like well, we do. Let's just say that is normal around us, maybe not so much for you.

I was so anxious with what has happened to us lately. None of us knew who our parents were. Well, I shouldn't say 'no one knew', Iggy knew. And he hated it. He went to live with them but found out that they were going to just going to try and make a fortune out of him. He then left and came back with us.

No one else has found there parents yet. We keep up the search though. I can't say its a fun job, if you can call it a job, but its better than ending up in a children's book asking 'are you my mother?

I shuddered at the thought of finding out who my mother was. I wouldn't know what to expect, did she look like me? Was she a White Coat? Would she sell me out like Iggy's parents? My thoughts ceased when I heard a crackle from the fire; I glanced over and noticed the flame was dimming. I threw some sticks to rekindle it with mild effort, the pops soothing my ears as the flame grew once again.

Iggy stirred, removing his wing from covering the ant pile. The ants all dropped off of his wings as he did. He propped himself on his elbows looking at me, no, past me with his brows furrowed in a confused manner. "What's wrong Iggy?" I asked him just as his blank eyes went wide. His mouth parted for a brief moment but he decided actions were better than words. Supporting all his weight on one elbow his other arm shot out up to the sky.

I raised a brow against Iggy, finding his expression utterly fake, thinking that Iggy was attempting 'look! Gullible's written on the ceiling' when there was in face no ceiling but then I heard it. The buzzing of the stupid Flyboys. I looked up at the sky and saw a whole swarm of them. They had us surrounded. Well, crap.

There was erasers everywhere! Erasers with wings and the ones that only go on land. But what did that matter? They were all freaking deadly. In the middle of the swarm of Flying Erasers and Fly Boys I saw Ari's evil grin that meant he was ready for anything we could bring him.

It was either fight or flight. Since there was no possible way to fly.

This time I had to pick fight.

I hope that you enjoyed it and please tell me if I should continue with this.

I am trying my best to do stuff that I have never done before.

Tell me if I need to do something different or if I messed up on something. Let me know.