Muah ha ha ha!! New story time!!!

Fang: Help me. Please. She's about to reveal all my embarrassing personal thoughts to the world wide web. HELP!

Me: Wow, long sentence Fang!

Fang: Shut up.

Me: Moody much? Anyways, here ya go, MR 1 in fang's POV.

DISCLAIMAAA!!!: I don't own MR. JP does. Not me. Shame. I do, however own any OC's that I may or may not be inventing….


I woke up when I heard Max's door open. I glanced at my clock – it was almost eight. A little early for her. I'd guess she'd had a nightmare. She told me about them sometimes, the dreams she had, about when we were at the School. Being chased, flying, escaping.

I kicked the covers off, wishing that summer would just hurry up and get here already. It was chilly, and I shut my window as I pulled on a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeve black t-shirt. I heard max going downstairs, and moments later, the Gasman's door opened. I ran a brush through my long, black hair, trying to get the worst of the knots out. Then I opened my door and went downstairs.

Iggy and Gazzy were already downstairs, Gazzy asking what was for breakfast, Iggy falling onto the couch with perfect aim and trying to fall back asleep.

Iggy was pretty awesome, even I'd admit it. The only time he ever had trouble being the only blind kid was when one of us forgot and moved the furniture or something. He knew where everything was, and he was a pretty good cook to boot.

"Hey, Ig, rise and shine," Max called as she walked to the kitchen. Iggy mumbled something that slightly resembled the words, "Bite me," and Max chuckled. "Fine," she called. "Miss breakfast." I followed her footsteps into the kitchen, silent as usual, and leaned up against the counter. I watched her for a moment, and then her back stiffened, and she whirled around.

"Will you quit that?" she said, putting her hand on her hip. I rolled my eyes and looked down at her. Even though I was four months younger than Max, I was already four inches taller. She absolutely hated that Iggy and I were taller than her.

"Quit what?" I asked. "Breathing?" I regarded her calmly, and she rolled her eyes.

"You know what." Iggy grunted, then stood from the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll make eggs," he volunteered. He staggered into the kitchen, and took out a skillet. He muttered something under his breath about "Max not burning our last frying pan," but thankfully, she didn't hear it. Instead, her eyes swept the kitchen, and a small half-grin settled onto her face.

"Fang? You set the table. I'll go get Nudge and Angel." She ordered. I obeyed silently, moving to get the silverware and our set of six mix-matched plates. Max went up the stairs two at a time, and I heard her feet padding to the end of the hall to where Nudge and Angel's room was. Iggy put the eggs on the skillet, and they sizzled pleasantly. A few minutes later, Angel came skipping down the stairs, followed by a groggy Nudge and Max. Angel picked up her plate and moved to the line that was slowly forming behind Iggy. He scooped an egg onto her plate, and she sat down.

"I want to go pick strawberries today," she announced once everyone was seated and eating, and took a bite of scrambled egg. "They're ripe now." Gazzy smiled.

"Okay, Angel, I'll go with you." The Gasman said, right as he let rip one of his…occurrences. A word about Gazzy: His name says it all. He's had a certain little…gift, you could say, since he was born. You could say it was something funky with his digestive system. All I could say is this: Stay upwind.

"Oh, jeez, Gazzy," Max said as Gazzy giggled.

"Gas…mask!" Iggy choked, grabbing his neck and writhing, as though he were asphyxiating.

"I'm done," I said, getting up from the table and taking my plate, now empty, to the sink.

"Sorry," The Gasman said, not really sounding sorry at all. He only kept eating, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, Angel, I think the fresh air would do us all good." Nudge said. "I'll go too."

"We'll all go," Max said, standing up. She put her plate in the sink, on top of mine and many others that needed to be washed, and helped get everyone ready to go to the strawberry field.

Outside, it was warm, the first signs of summer really beginning to show up. We all carried baskets and buckets, and Angel, holding Max's hand, led us to the patch of wild strawberries.

"If you make cake, I can make strawberry shortcakes," Angel said to Max, skipping along. I heard Iggy snort, and I turned to glance at him. Only then did I realize that Gazzy was using his other skill – mimicry – to make it look like Iggy was the one speaking.

"Yeah, that'll be the day, when Max makes a cake. I'll make it, Angel." The Gasman said in Iggy's voice. Max whirled on Iggy, her eyes furious.

"Oh, thank-you!" she cried. "Okay, I'm not a fabulous cook. But I can still kick your butt, and don't you forget it!" she had her hand son her hips, and Iggy was holding up his hands in denial. Realization dawn on Max, and now she whirled on Gazzy.

"Was that you?" she asked him. He only grinned and shrugged, and I couldn't help myself – I grinned, too. Gazzy's ability to mimic any sound or voice was…well, it was something that made him laugh hysterically, but I'd lost count of how many times Iggy and I had tried to kill him because of things he'd said in our voices. Mostly teasing Max and professing our love for her, but I knew Iggy didn't feel that way about her. I…I was… Well, let's just say that I was another story. Only two people knew about my feelings for Max, and one of them was dead.

Before we'd lived on our own, someone else had been helping us stay alive, right from the very beginning. We'd been raised in a prison-like lab since infancy, Max, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel and I, and we'd suffered more than any grown person. They'd given us wings, so we could fly. We had air sacs, and thin bones, too, making us lighter than any normal kid. They'd done horrible things to us there, and we all hated those scientists. One day, a scientist named Jeb Batchelder had felt sorry for us, and he'd stolen us away, when Max and Iggy and I were all ten years old. Now, we were fourteen. But two years ago, Jeb had disappeared leaving us all on our own. We knew he was dead, but e didn't talk about it much. It was too sad for the little ones. One day, I'd woken up, and I'd looked at Max, and had just been blown away. Jeb had noticed. Said it was my hormones taking over. That had been one awkward day, let me tell you. But then he'd disappeared, and we'd never heard from him again.

The other person was Angel. The thing about Angel is…she can read minds. Somehow, she can, just like Gazzy and his mimicry. She can just do it, and none of us know why. She knew the way I felt about Max, only because she was bound to find out eventually, what with reading my thoughts and all. I had to admit, it was a little comforting to have someone to talk to about Max.

Suddenly, Angel froze and screamed. Max, startled, looked down at her, and then in the next second, giant wolf-like men were dropping from the sky. Erasers, the human/lupine hybrids from the School, were here.

That was not a good thing.


All right, here you go. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeease review, because I love getting them and I reply to every one! (; So review!

Fang: Yeah, reviewing would be good.

Me: Uh-huh. Listen to the emo heartthrob.

Fang: I. AM. NOT. EMO.

Me: Uh-huh....riiiiight....