Ah yes, I have edited this chapter to perfection. Anyway, hi guys, christ its been a while hasn't it? I've honestly forgotten when the last update was but I have a good reason. It has yet to materialize. You've all probably noticed the changes in writing style from the beginning and the latest chapter which technically is also the beginning. No I'm not trying to confuse you. Anyway, I plan to update every single chapter in this fic to give more sense and a better story. I have enlisted the help of an fellow writer by the name of... nah I'll tell you guys later. Oh, and if any of you are wondering, I passed all my classes this year except for Drama. But who gives a shit right? On with the show.

C'mon, just a little further, I thought to myself as bullets screamed past my head and ears. I took a quick glance behind me and saw the Erasers closing in, some of them smiling with sick anticipation. If you guys think that its going to be that easy, I thought, tucking my wings in and going into a nose dive, you haven't seen anything yet. I blasted through the air towards the ground and went into a curve to get a good landing. I came mouse hair close to a perfect landing when I felt the booted heel of an Eraser slam into my back. Dammit, one of them got a good shot! my mind screamed as I lost all up thrust and came colliding with the hard, unforgiving forest floor. I felt all life start to slip out of me and darkness beginning to surround me. Well, I thought as I slipped away, at least the Erasers didn't kill me.

Max was just about to tuck in when she heard the bang. At first she thought it was an attempt by the School or Itex to kill them, but as she neared the source of the noise, she saw that the shape of the "explosive" was to, person like. As she approached the crater, the shape from within began to move. She stepped back an prepare for combat but a weak, male voice interrupted her.

"Don't be afraid, I couldn't hurt you if I tried." The figure rolled onto its side and held up an arm that Max knew was bent the wrong way.

"Now if you'd be so kind as to provide a doctor, I think I'm dying"

That was 20 minutes ago. Now she was crowded around the dining table with her flock, Dr. Martinez and the figure from before who turned out to be a badly beaten boy, barley clinging to life. Max watched as Dr. Martinez injected the boy with adrenaline and Fang checked his wounds.

"His arm is broken," Fang said, lifting up his left arm, "and his-" Fang stopped dead and looked at his back.

"Max," he said, motioning to her to come closer, "he's got wings."

Max stared at the boy and then his wings. They were not like hers or the rest of the flock. In fact, they were completely different; they were feathered, but these feathers were black and were incredibly tough, as shown by the needle Dr. Martinez had tried to stick in them. The tips of his wings were sharp and, for some reason, bloodstained. Max had enough.

"We have to wake him up." She finally said. He was either a useful ally or an extremely deadly foe.

Murky. This was pretty much all I could say for what I saw, felt, tasted and smelled. Not foggy, not confusing, just, murky. After the crash, I felt myself get lifted by a pair of arms and dumped onto a table. Then, someone jabbed me with a needle and I felt adrenaline rush through my system. My arms, legs and the rest of my body tensed up and a burst of power made me jerk upright and tear my eyes open. I looked around, faintly aware that I was in a room full of strangers. With wings. Okay. I sprung to my feet and unfurled my wings. God forbid I'd have to use that move again, but if I had to survive, this was it. Then I looked around. Theses weren't the rabid Erasers that had chased me for the last day or so. In fact, these people were, to my best judgment,

"Avians." I said aloud.

"What did you call us?" Max asked the stranger, stepping closer and staring him down. She'd hoped to make him back off but he seemed completely unnerved.

"Its what you're called isn't it?" He asked, moving forward and staring her down. "I would know as I happen to be one myself."

Max narrowed her eyes at him.

"You've got some explaining to do." She growled. Again, the stranger didn't flinch.

"Well at the risk of being rude to my apparent rescuers, ask away." He smiled.

"All right then, lets start with an easy one. Who the hell are you?"