Chapter 1

Oh-kay, so I'm back everyone, seeing how I promised a sequel. I probably won't get anything done at all during my vacation so don't expect that. Okay, the story will pick up right where we left off, and I'm going to mix things up a little with the Flock's POVs and stuff because someone in the Flock (not telling who yet) will have some interesting thoughts to share. Mwahahaha…

R&R!

Max

"Maximum Ride, you have your congratulations from my master, but you haven't won yet." It was an angel that I recognized. Her name was Lacie, from 15. She specialized in song and poetry and served as muses to some of the best artistes in the history of the world. Her blue hair floated around her head, her pale skin was like chalk. She stared blankly at me with eyes red as fire.

"Lacie?" I stared as her fingers curled into claws. Her nails elongated and her eyes seemed to glow.

"That's right, Maximum Ride," Lacie laughs, but it sounds mechanic, unnatural, "You see, we still have many tricks up our sleeves. This time, we will not lose."

"Max," Fang warned beneath his breath as Lacie crouched down to attack.

I launched myself out of her way as she barreled in my direction. Catching her off guard, I threw her to the ground. She had her fangs out. A/N- Haha, get it, fangs out? Fang? Ok, I'll stop now. I recoiled at the sight. How did an angel, a well-known angel at that, get fangs? What happened to her?

Fang pinned down Lacie's hands to the ground and motioned for me to get her feet. "Who is your master?" he hisses.

Lacie spits at him and grins, "Satan, of course."

Then something seems to lift off of Lacie, rising off of her like smoke.

"What's happening?" I ask Fang, because his dark face is brooding and distraught.

"Max, I have to tell you something," Fang begins, as Lacie dissipates beneath our fingers. "I killed an angel, remember? But it was just like this. There was a river angel named Ibar and something possessed him. Something's very wrong."

My eyes widen at the news, "The Flock."

Fang

Max and I raced to the palace. Her small warm hand was clamped tightly around my wrist as she flew as fast as she could. It was a gift of hers, just like my invisibility that she could fly that fast. When she flew, she looked like she had ribbons of light curling around her and her wings. She was beautiful.

But I couldn't think about that at a time like this, something was happening and the Flock might be in trouble.

We both folded in our wings at the same time, landing on the marble floor of the Receiving Hall. The Flock wasn't there.

I could see the panic in Max's eyes. "Shh, it's okay, they're probably somewhere else," I pull her along before she breaks down. She's always been too caring, too protective, but she's been a guardian for so long while I've learned my whole existence to be detached from everything, "The Palace has many rooms, I'm sure they're okay."

The Palace was in ruins. I kept my mouth pressed in a thin line as we passed by torn tapestries and broken vases strewn across the floor like an earthquake had passed here. The walls of the East Wing looked like something had crashed into them with such impact that there was a slight dent in them. It looks like there was a giant battle here.

We finally find the Flock. Nudge is nursing a broken Iggy clutching at his ankle. Gazzy is trying to get Iggy to calm down. Angel is missing somehow.

Max flies from my side to help Iggy.

"What happened?" came her voice, low and dangerous, but filled with distress. It was the voice I knew well, the one that said without words "Tell me the truth soon or someone will die". One fist is clenched at her side and the other is holding down the bandage on his leg, waiting for Nudge to tie it off.

Iggy's voice is slightly ragged as he says, "They took Angel."

Max

"They took Angel," Iggy told me, in a whisper that sounded like he'd been dragged through a bramble bush and back.

"What?" I screamed. Where was my baby?

"Who attacked the palace?" I asked the Flock, trying to keep my calm.

"They looked like angels," Nudge began, talking slowly for once in her life, her voice is also quiet which also surprises me a bit, "But they had red eyes and claws and then they shifted shape into monsters. We tried to ward them off but they took Angel and left. The Royals are in the Storm Cellar with most of the servants in the East Wing. I don't think any humans were hurt, but Angel's… gone."

Gazzy was silently sobbing. Angel was his sister and he couldn't protect her.

I square my shoulders and turn away. Fang looks at me in curiosity. He can tell what I need to do.

I'm getting my baby back. At all costs.

So, what do you think, for the start of the story? Well, again, if you haven't read the first story, this probably makes absolutely no sense to you. Read Protecting Those We Love, if you haven't already. I personally don't like this chapter too much, but there will be Faxness later on. *sigh* I finally came up with the plot for this story… This chapter's a short one but it's just to kick off the plot. So… what do you think about it so far?

Well, viva de revolution!

~Allace