Question: Why do they make a freaking power button on the keyboard?

Answer: They are lunatics.

Reason for This: This is the third time that i've had to type this and i'm getting p.o.'d.

Hi, this is me, not James Patterson, I own nothing, but my dog. Daisy does own the name, it was given to her. Not the flower. Just some clarification. Anyways, this is my first FanFiction. Enjoy!

Max POV

' Angel.' No matter how hard I fought, I couldn't get to her. ' Fang, help!' He was also fighting as hard as he could. 'Sammi no!' She was knocked out, and I couldn't get to her. 'Alex, Payne.' No one could fight hard enough. ' Fang! Behind you!' He spun just in time. I shrieked when Marian Jennings came up to me, with a bucher's knife. I tried to take the knife from her. I was stabbed twice in the stomach and once in the arm. 'Mandy, Jacob, Krissy. Run!' I fell to the floor clutching my stomach. I groaned. ' Fang' And then I blacked out.

I woke up. Sat up straight, gasping. Looking at my surroundings, I saw Fang watching me intently, he saw my horror-struck expression and came over. We were in the forrest that we fell asleep in, everyone was asleep.

In case your wondering, we are now in Canada. It's Febuary so we're freezing our feathers off. Why are we in Canada you ask? Because we've been planning to go for a while and, if nothing pops up, then we will be heading to a deserted island, hopefully off the east edge of South America. Yay! Oh, and for any of you who didn't read the book, we are Avian-Americans. Don't know what that means? Look it up! Back to the present.

" What happened?" Fang came over and sat down next to me, and put an arm around my shoulder.

" Bad dream." I replied trying to shake it off.

" Tell me." Fang wanted me to tell him that we were fighting flyboys, with strangers, Angel was tranquilized, I was being killed by The Leader of the Phyco Scientists, other known as LPS, and no, not Littlest Pet Shop. Over my dead body!

" Nope, sorry." Please, please, drop it. Not a chance.

"Come on, Max. You can trust me." He almost did the Bambi eyes. Dear Lord, here me, don't let Fang be able to make Bambi eyes. Amen. NO! He can do the Bambi eyes.

" I know that." I'm too weak. Can't resist...." Fine, we were fighting flyboys, with strangers, Angel was tranquilized, I was being killed by The Leader of the Phyco Scientists, and no one could fight them off. Happy?" Ugh, I am so dead if I keep dreaming like this.

" Oh, Max." To my-and hopefully everyone's-suprise, he wrapped both of his arms around me and pulled me close, what a teddy bear. I was stiff, and then I forgot everything when I took in his scent, sort of like mint and . . . I breathed in deeply. Mint and caramel. Both found in delicious chocolates, mouthwatering. I smirked, then sighed.

" Is it my shift?" I inquired. When did my vocabulary get so good, you ask? We stopped by a library and I really got into this one book. I can't remember the name though, I remember every stupid fight in my life, but not the name of a book.

" Yeah, but I can't sleep. You should sleep, though. You're getting really bad bags under your eye's." Well, thanks, I thought, cause every girl wants to hear that from her boyfriend.

" So, does it bother you?" He froze, not wanting to get punched. " Kidding!" He sighed and relaxed. I laughed at him.

" Night, Fang." I said when he let me go. My eyes where already closed.

" Night, Max. Don't dream." He chuckled. But, I was already asleep.

Until the Voice decided to wake me up at noon with a brain explosion.

Sammi POV

"Get your lazy butts up! We don't have time to pause! Samantha! It's you execution day!" Whitecoats, I hate them. Stupid and greedy. Human and fragile. Oh well, today we were either escaping or dying, so we wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. " Jim get the birds down the hall ready." Everyone knew that there were two more flocks down the hall. Not one of the four have ever met a member from a seprete flock. Oh well, we'd meet soon enough.

Oh, how rude of me, lets have some introductions. My name is Samantha, call me that you get punched unless your a whitecoat and then they tranqulize you, but that's a different story. I am leader. Of my flock. In my flock are: Sam or Sammi if your a close friend or flock member ( 16 ), Zackary if you want to get punched or Zack if you want to remain with a straight nose, second in comand ( 16 ), Sarah if you don't know her or Sare if you're a friend ( 14 ), Trev or Trevor he doesn't care ( 9 ). I have blonde hair with brown streaks, bangs, brown eyes, and a couple freckels; Zack has short brown hair, and green eyes; Sare has pure blonde hair bangs, blue-green eyes, and freckles across her cheeks;Trev has the dark brown hair, and gray eyes.

He opened our cages and took us very slowly down the hall. The whole flock knew the plan: fight, escape, find Maximum Ride. Why? Because last week, we found some very important information that involves every avian-american out there. Twenty paces later, a window was in front of us.

My leg was suddenly ( these thing seem to go really fast ) flying and it hit the whitecoat where it counts. Zack used his super speed and broke the window, we all ran. No one could catch us. The flyboys were charging and half of the whitecoats were gone. It was a Sunday. Everyone was out the window and I took out the tracker, it was the one that belonged to the one called Iggy, the blind one. We'd have to tell him about it later. I was looking at the papers after I told the flock to go north-northeast, we'd land in California for a rest stop, sleep in Navada, so on and so forth.

What do the papers say? I'm not gonna tell. I was going through them thoroghly, making sure I understood it all. 'Soulmates' I thought. ' Me and Zack are soulmates.' There is a hint, you happy? I mean we were already together from that time when Jeb helped us break free. Jeb broke all the flocks free, but the only one that stayed free was Maximum and her flock. He said if we ever break free again, we go to her. Even though I think he's lying, I should be with Maximum, my sister.

At twelve p.m., my head exploded for the fourth time in my life. Stupid Voice.

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