%Flash forward%

"He's a distraction, Maximum. Dangerous. He's only holding you back from your mission. From saving the world." He lowered his voice at the last part.

"Don't you dare talk about Fang that way," I spat. "He's not a 'bump' in your road-to-saving-the-world crap. He is my world."

Is he though, Max? My oh-so-popular voice just had to pop in. Great timing.

Of course he is, I thought back. Right?

No time to argue. This was important. My Flock is my life. I was sure of it.

"Ah, but Maximum," said the man. "I simply pointed out he is a distraction, which he is. A bird in the sky, if you like." He smiled wickedly at the irony. "On the road, say, on a mission, people can't interact with things in the sky, with birds. They are smarter than you, for they know that if they do, they will never make it to the finish line. They will never complete their indescribably important mission."

"You know," I said, leaning back in the chair and pretending not to care just to annoy him. "I don't care anymore. I don't give crap to what happens to the rest of the world anymore. This mission just doesn't have so many rewards as you'd think," I said, gesturing to the dark, small antiseptic-smelling room.

"It was your own fault you're here, all because of that boy, Maximum. You must start thinking like a survivor." This time he leaned back in his chair. "You still have much to learn. Your privileges will not yet be granted. Now get out."

Two version 4.0 Erasers grabbed my arms and began two drag me out the double doors. I kicked one in the shin but its grip only tightened as the other punched me in the face. I took one last look behind me before the doors slammed shut. My father's countenance was sorrow and disappointed. With the last chance I had, I spat blood in Jeb's face.

A/N: Hello again, my faithful readers! ;) I'm back with more juicy ff in the back of my mind. Sorry it took me a while! I have like 10 pages of drafts for many stories, so hopefully more are headed your way! Thank you guys so much for all the support on my last story! This isn't quite the sequal that some of you asked for, but it is more action-packed and still double stuffed with loads of fax!! So here we go. Lets blow the house down, boys.

%Back to Before the thing up there happened%

"Yo quiero la pizza de queso con pepperoni, sausage y bacon por favor," said Nudge, thinking through some of the words carefully.

"Speak in English or speak through duct tape," I retorted back, while stretching the cheese from the piece of pizza stuck to the others.
"Pérdon," Nudge said quietly, zipping her lips with an imaginary key, only to open her mouth again to swallow it.

I rolled my eyes as I placed the piece on Gazzy's plate. "Gracias," he said, clearly realizing how much more frustrated that would make me.

"Does anyone here speak English?!" I said jokingly, as the rest of the Flock shrugged and sat at the table with their pizza. Well, everyone but Fang, who stepped forward and said plainly, "Pepperoni."

"Alllll-righty then . Will that be all for you today?" I said, pretending to be a sale's clerk.

"Why, yes, that will be all. I thank you so terribly much, kind lady. Cheerio!" Fang said back, so uncharacteristically, pretending to be the other side of the conversation – a British man.

We all sat at the table and ate our pizza like savage animals. Seeing as we hadn't had food in like, forever, we were all uber-starving.

After our humungo meal, we all split up to our own divided rooms. Iggy and Gazzy went to their room to play Modern Warfare or something like that, while Nudge and Angel went to talk in their room and me and Fang went into our separate rooms.

I sat on my bed, thinking about how we should probably split from my Mom's house soon. We were on the run, once again, this time looking for any clues as to how the heck we were gonna save this planet. All I knew was that I was gonna do it with my family, and with Fang. We had been on and off the past few months, but until now, nothing big had really happened between us.

I heard someone knock on the door and secretly hoped it was Fang.

"Max?" The little high-pitched voice was definitely not one belonging to Fang, but to Angel.

"Yeah, sweetie? Come on in," I replied sweetly.

"What's 'lohve'?"

"What's what? You mean 'Love'?"

"Yeah. I heard Fang thinking about you. What is it?"

"Oh…" It took me a moment to process this information. "It's, uh, like I love you. Like families love each other."

"Oh. Well Fang must love you really differently than he loves the rest of us…" muttered Angel as she started to leave. "G'night. Love you."

"Uh, yeah, love you too sweetie," I said distractedly as so many thoughts buzzed around my head at once. Fang loves me?? That's not possible! Angel must've heard wrong. But Angel's never wrong. Never.

I was not going to get any sleep tonight.