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PART ONE

Chapter 1: Wings and cryptids

Max's POV

It had been nearly 5 minutes since I had left the flock with Fang. And Now I was praying he wouldn't show the smaller ones his horror movies. In our lifetime we hadn't gotten a chance to watch many movies. Now that we've practically moved in with mom and Ella, We can watch all the movies we want. We still don't go to school, so we get lots of free time. So recently we've watched lots of movies, and you'll never guess but recently Fang has obsessed over scary movies.

You can imagine my frustration. When a horror movie comes on I can't get his attention for a second. So here I am taking a stroll. Gazzy totally stunk up the house, Angel kept getting in my head, Nudge wouldn't shut up, Iggy kept wanting me to tell Angel to transfer images to him of what Fang was watching, Mom was working late, and Ella was on a sleep over. I finally just left Fang in charge and took a stroll. At this point I felt like I would fall asleep if I took off. The street was silent and erasers hadn't showed up in a while.

Not to long ago we all moved to Mom's new house in South Carolina. The goons, I had saved Ella from had reappeared whenever I wasn't around. In the past month Ella had made tons of friends. She was like a people magnet. She has like three boys totally lovesick over her. We now lived in Charleston. And I swear as soon as Fang forgets his obsession, we are going to take a long trip. Away from horror movies.

It was nice. The weather was cool for the summer, and the air around me was still and peaceful. The trees occasionally quavered from the breeze, and everyonce and a while a car would drive by. I had my hands in my jean pockets and I was kicking a rock as I went. I stopped and looked back. Wow, I was slow. I had only made it four blocks from the house. It had now been 10 minutes. Don't ask me how it went by that quickly, but…

Some leaves rustled behind me and I ignored it. Then a squat orange, yellow, and white car whirred past. It was odd looking and had weird tires. Gazzy would know more about it than I. He was currently making the smelliest farts of his life and researching different cars, learning which ones would blow up crazier.

In that second, a twig snapped behind me. And I stopped in mid step. I heard someone step out behind me and I carefully judged the distance between us, then spun on my heel, hitting a person in a mask. I hit him in the side and heard his ribs crack. He looked Eraser enough, and he had tried to attack. I decided to keep fighting. He had a stupid mask on, so I didn't know who he was. Then he shot something from his wrist. I jumped and it shot clean between my legs. It kept going until it finally exploded. I landed hitting the concrete hard. My heels felt kind of sore from hitting ground but I could deal.

The man looked at me with a surprised face, like how in the heavens did you jump that high? I sighed. If I tired in the next couple of minutes, then he would know. But I wasn't out of steam yet. I decided to land another blow, and decided where and how, but unfortunately I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I started, but instantly my foot missed the curb completely, and I fell. I hate miscalculations. My butt ached a little from landing on it. While I was distracted, the guy pinned me down, slamming my upper body to the cement and my head cracked hard against the concrete. Then I realized, my head didn't crack, my wings did.

S.S.'s POV

"Why are we even here again?" Zak asked bordley from the back seat.

"We're here because there's someone Van Rook is after, and naturally we have to get to that person, before he gets the chance," replied Drew.

"Maybe we should turn around."

"Why?"

"Well I think I saw someone similar not to long ago."

The car stopped and backed up, then Doc made a u-turn and started off, back in the direction they had come.

Max's POV

I lay on the road. If my wings weren't shattered, they were definitely broken. I sorely lifted one leg and kicked the guy from behind. Some kind of hand held flew from his palm, and bounced of the concrete. I pushed myself up and attacked as hastily as I could without injuring myself further. I jumped up and towered upon the guy in the mask. He was on his hands and knees so I elbowed him in the back of the neck.

As I thought I had victory something hit straight through the air with such force, I crumpled to the ground. My eyes were tightly shut, and I could feel my organs pulsating inside me. My brain seemed to bounce around inside my head and I'm pretty sure I tasted blood. I got up and a woman in a blue suit, got up from where she had hit me. She was wearing an odd contraption on her back. It looked like a jet pack, from like cartoons and stuff.

"It sure took you long enough to get here," said my first attacker with a thick foreign accent.

"Yes well, I had some complications with Argost," said the woman in a British accent.

I had fully gotten up now, feeling weak, when she noticed me. She lunged and I jumped. Then my first attacker grabbed me by my feet and swung me against the corner of some brick store. This time my head cracked and I lay on the ground. I weakly, with a limp left hand, that might I add had been through enough in this lifetime, I reached back and felt my wound. I felt like Bella, and this unknown attacker was James. Then I kind of wished Fang would come as Edward and save me. Then the rest of the flock would come and rip this guy to shreds.

My little fantasy ended and I was jerked up. I bet these creeps worked for the school. My head pounded, and I thought it would pop off and just roll away ending my pain, but it didn't. Instead I received motivation from my voice; these people aren't from the school Max. Don't give up. They are just criminals. You can beat them. Maybe not now, but later.

My head had hit so hard I thought for sure that the voice would be broken. I gasped in pain as reality hit me. I should've flown out of here when I had the chance. A loud beeping noise suddenly emerged from the street. My attackers dropped me. I heard my wings crunch again and the last thing I saw was the vision of several people running after the criminals who ran to intercept they're attack. Then I did the only thing I could. I blacked out.