Disclaimer: I only own the plot. :'(
"Maaaaa-aaaax! I'm so hungry! No, wait, make that 'I'm so starving!' Oooh, even better! I'm so starving I'm gonna die! And I'm gonna blame you for it for neglecting me so much! You're a bad sort-of mom Max! You're gonna pay…!"
I barely heard Nudge and Angel rambling on and on about how hungry they were. Don't get me wrong, I was pretty hungry too and my stomach was making these weird annoyed sounding noises, impatient and empty. That still didn't give those ungrateful bird-freaks the right to moan and groan like we were misunderstood, underfed, tired, filthy, grumpy, on the run mutant freaks of nature who belong in a circus. Wait… we are misunderstood, underfed, tired, filthy, grumpy, on the run mutant freaks of nature who belong in a circus! At least they would feed us in a circus.
"Geez guys, chill out. We'll stop down there for a bite, maybe rest a little, and then be on our merry mutant way." That seemed to calm the younger ones down a bit, and we descended upon the town unfortunate enough to have us as visitors.
We walked for a short while until we stumbled onto a fast food joint where we indulged ourselves with the crap they claim to be edible here. Thanks to a distracted stranger, a mind controlling six year old, and some street smarts, we were able to snatch the clueless dude's wallet.
It was during the middle of this unhealthy dinner that the Voice decided to drop in unexpectedly to chat. I know; who does that? How rude!
Hello Max.
Before I had the chance to respond with some sort of witty and sarcastic comment, the Voice, hurriedly it seemed, rushed into delivering instructions intended for me. It told me to go to the town's post office immediately and didn't even give me a chance to ask why. Again, how rude! I have better manners than the Voice, and I'm a homeless avian-human hybrid who is lucky to come across clean clothes and a hot shower.
"Fang, you're in charge, but don't get to full of yourself because of it," I told my super cute best friend.
I did not just say that!
I walked out, ignoring the curious looks on my flock's faces and the why's, where's, and huh's.
It was early spring and beautiful outside in this serene picture perfect little town. The sweet scent of newly bloomed flowers put me in a surprisingly good mood besides the fact that I had no idea why the Voice wanted me to go to the post office.
Unfortunately, things like this that are peaceful and enjoyable and whatever don't last long enough. In minutes I arrived at the post office.
The building was little, just like everything else in this town. It seemed almost, I don't know…friendly I guess. At least I think it would be friendly if, you know, buildings could talk.
Go on, Max. Go ask the lady behind the counter if anything was left there for you.
Whatever. I listened for once and the lady handed me a fancy schmancy gold envelope with a weird looking letter i stamped on in a darker gold ink. It was addressed to "Maximum Ride and Company." Man, whoever sent this letter was very formal. It made me want to puke.
I walked outside the revolving doors of the miniature post office and was about to go back to the flock for us to open this strange letter together, but something stopped me. Instead, I found a nice bench and sat there, just staring at the envelope. I almost didn't want to open it, afraid of what I would find inside. But I fought the feeling and convinced myself of how ridiculous it was and ripped the heavy paper to reveal its secrets.
I pulled out a gold piece of paper with that same mysterious i.
We know who you are, was all it read.