Chapter 1

Soaring, banking, feeling the wind through your hair… Who couldn't get used to that? Unless you were on the run, that is. On the run from a place so evil, it makes the villains off horror movies look kind. For those of you who have no idea what the heck I'm talking about, where have you been?

My name is Max, and I'm fourteen years old. I have a flock of five other kids who have wings (yes, wings), and I'm on the run. Like I have been for the last eight months. And I have a voice inside of my head. Weird, right? That's only half of it. Not only do we have wings, but we have other freaky powers. Angel, six years old, and with blonde curls and big blue eyes, can read minds and talk to fish. Don't ask.

Iggy, who's blind, has the keenest hearing ever, and can make bombs out of almost anything. Fang is well, Fang. He's tall, dark, handsome, so I guess you can say he has a killer smile. Seriously, if you get him mad, he will give you the most malicious smile, and then you had better watch out. The Gasman can kill off hoards of Erasers with his, um, gas thing, and he can mimic you so that you think you have an echo. Okay, I'm exaggerating about the whole killing Erasers thing, but oh well. I'm the one who's telling the story, so just keep quiet and follow along. Nudge can talk your ears off, and she has this special ability with electronics. She can touch something, and see who was there, and this allows her to find passwords when we try to hack into things. Yep, that's us, teenage criminals.

Lastly, there's me. Other than having excellent fighting skills, which we all do, I have super-speed. Oh, then there's Total. I always forget about him. Hehee, he's a talking dog. Yeah, you read right, a talking dog. And we're mutant humans who have wings, because of our two percent avian DNA.

So that's us, and right now we're flying away towards Hawaii for a vacation. But I don't think it will be a very relaxing vacation. For the reason that now the School, and the Director, wants us more than ever. Since we defeated them last month, I've been paranoid about them finding us, and not waiting to bring us to the Director before killing us.

Because now more than half the world knows about their disgusting guts. And they don't like that at all. They're out for blood… mutant blood.

A/n: Okay, this is my first MR fan fiction. Please review, and note that this takes place after the third book.