PREFACE
**Max's POV**
I HEARD THAT ANNOYING VOICE FOR THE FIRST TIME TWO WEEKS AFTER New Year's Day in 2005.
Max, it said. Go to Forks, Washington. Someone will need your help soon. Make sure you buy a laptop in Port Angeles and bring the bomb-making equipment. You're going to have an interesting time.
I didn't hear any more after that, but I had a killer headache — it felt like my head was exploding.
Somehow, I knew that the voice was right. It was the middle of the night and we were all sleeping in our little house in the Colorado mountains, I had a headache... and somebody in Forks, Washington needed our help.
I immediately woke up Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel.
"Why'd you have to wake us up now, Max?" Fang asked. "We're tired and it's"— he looked at the clock on his nightstand —"two a.m. Can't it wait until morning?"
"No," I snapped. "We have to leave, now." That woke him up. He was in full alert mode now.
"Is it Erasers? How many?" He began firing off questions like crazy as everyone else gathered in the room — also in full alert mode despite the time.
I cut him off. "No, it's not Erasers, but it's just as bad I can feel it."
"How do you know?" asked Angel. Sweet little Angel should not have been doomed to a life like this — always running from something — or in this case to something.
"Well, I was just sleeping and suddenly, I hear this weird voice. It said, 'Max, go to Forks, Washington. Someone will need your help there soon,' nothing more. Then I wake up with a killer headache, but I know I have to believe it. So now we have to go to this Forks place and see what's going on," I explained.
"Okay," Fang said. "We'll go to Forks, but can we please gather some stuff first?"
"Sure," I said. "Gather anything you think might help. Ig, Gazzy, gather your bomb making equipment, we'll need it. I don't know how I know, but I do. We'll stop to buy a laptop in a city called Port Angeles." Voice, I thought, I don't know if you can hear me but thanks, but can we stop giving me headaches?
Somehow, I knew everything would turn out okay — at least whatever the Voice was talking about — even though we're mutant freaks who are always running from danger.
Oh, and, Max, the Voice said, surprising me. You're going to go to school.
That freaked me out so much I almost screamed, but I swallowed it and stayed silent. Fang came over.
"Yo, what's wrong Max? Are you getting another headache already?" I shook my head.
"We're going to school," I said, still frozen. Looks like everyone else was after that little announcement.
**Alice's POV**
WHY DID EVERYTHING IN THE FUTURE JUST BECOME SO FUZZY? AS I looked into the future to even see the weather next week, things became fuzzier and fuzzier.
Edward, I called in my mind, maybe my brother would know what was going on. He was there in a second.
"Yes, Alice?" he said, wondering why I had just thought it instead of saying it.
"There's a problem with my visions. What could happen that would make even the weather fuzzy?"
"It means we will encounter someone or something that you have never seen probably," he said grimly. I could tell he wasn't happy about this either.
When I searched for who or what was causing this, the picture was clear as day. It was a girl with longer brownish hair that looked as if it had been hacked off with a kitchen knife — she would need my help with fashion too, how old were those clothes? — and brown eyes as I zoomed out of the picture, I gasped. What surprised me was not the three boys and two girls surrounding her, but the fact that they all had wings.
Edward saw the vision too and to say he was surprised would be the understatement of the century — he was speechless.
Should we tell the others?
"No."