"Come on Fang! It's him! It has to be!" Max said.

But I couldn't move. I could just stare at the sight before me. We were crouched down in the bushes across the street from an average house in the middle of nowhere in the town of Rule, Texas. Playing in the yard was a father and his two sons. One was a teenager. He had on jeans and a white sleeve-less T-shirt. His hair was black and cut to a medium length. His eyes were so brown they were almost black as well. He was throwing baseball with his dad. The dad had on blue jeans and a collar shirt with dress shoes, like he had just come from work. His black hair was cut shorter than his son, but not quite a buzz cut. The other boys age was hard to tell. He looked about nine, but there was something about his mannerisms that didn't seem quite right. He had black hair like his dad and brother, cut somewhere in between his dad and brothers styles, but I could not see his eyes. He sat in the yard away from the father and teen, dressed in jean shorts and a light green sleeveless shirt with no shoes on.

"Fang!" Max whispered, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Come on!"

"Fine." I said sticking true to my one word sentences.

I stood up and walked across the road. It was a bright sunny day. There was not a cloud in sight, and it was the perfect temperature. As I stepped up onto the side walk I could feel seven pairs of eyes on me. All the sudden I felt a little nervous. I was in a worn and tattered pair of black jeans and a plain black t-shirt with rips in it. I had on one of my black zip-ups which I now regretted wearing. Even in the middle of winter it is never a good idea to wear jackets in Texas. My black hair hung down in my eyes and my tennis shoes were just ordinary black in desperate need of repair. As I reviewed my outfit, I felt a little ashamed. Before I could turn back though, the man spoke.

"Nickolas?"

"Um...I don't know." was my witty response. Man I am turning into Max. I felt the girl in question smirk behind me. Smart-Alick. "I'm Fang." I revised.

"No. Your Nick. I know it. I can feel it." He said with conviction.

"Um...We saw that you lost a son on my birthday, and I was kinda kidnapped. So I don't know if I am your son or not." I mumbled.

"You look just like you brother, Nick. You are twins. You are Nickolas." He said pointing behind himself to the approching teenager. As I really looked at him, I saw it. His hair was shorter and more clean cut, but It was oddly like looking in a mirror.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is James Justus. These are my two boys. This is Andrew James." He said, putting his hand on the younger boys shoulder. "We call him Andy or A.J. for short. And this is Landon Micheal, your twin brother. And you..."He said stepping towards me. "are Nickolas Zander Justus, my middle son." he finished.

"Guess the no showing emotions thing runs in the family." Max whispered behind me.

But my attention was past all of them. I was looking at Andrew. He was playing a PSP. I walked over and crouched down in front of him with my hands on his knees were he sat in the grass. He made no notice of me what so ever. But there was something about him. He was about Angel's age, but he really was related to me. I felt pulled to him.

"He is autistic." Landon said, speaking for the first time.

"Uh...I havn't ever really been to school or nothing so I don't know what that means." I said mumbling again.

"Autism is a brain development disorder characterized by impaired social interaction and communication, and by restricted and repetitive behavior." Landon recitied like he was reading it from a book.

"Can I..like...talk to him?" I asked not comfortable with using full sentences around these new people.

"Sure you can. He just doesn't usually talk back." Don't we only wish he would talk back.

"What?" I asked. He hadn't moved his mouth the second time, but I had heard him. Was I going crazy? Did I have a voice in my head? I really had to stop hanging out with Max. Like I could ever do that. I thought to myself.

"Zander?"

"What? Who is this?" I asked feeling like an idiot talking to myself.

"Umm...Landon." I heard in my head.

So I could hear my twin brother's thoughts. I had heard people before talk about a connection, but I never thought I had a twin, let alone a connection this strong.

"Wow. Do you get the feeling we should be freaking out a little more about this?"

"I don't know. It feels kinda right, ya know?"

I nodded. I turned my attention back to Andy.

"Can he...learn my name?" I asked.

"We can try." Landon said coming over to kneel beside me. He took Andy's face in his hands and forced him to look into his eyes.

"Andy?" He said, speaking slowly and carefully. At the sound of his name Andy nodded. It was slow and jerking, yet amazing at the same time.

"This is Nickolas. He is your brother. We call him Fang." Landon continued. Andy was obviously a little mad at being taken away from his game, and I couldn't tell if he understood what Landon was even saying.

"Can you say Hi to your brother?" Landon asked, letting go of Andy. Instead of going back to his game, A.J. did something I never expected. He looked over at me and locked his eyes with mine.

"Hi. Fangy." He said. It was choppy and slow, but I was stunned. I felt something for this little boy. Something I thought I could only feel for five person. My Family. I realized that I loved Andrew, Landon, and my Dad. They were my family, too. Andy raised his hand and touched my face before going back to his game.

"He likes you." my dad said behind us.

I looked back at him. Behind him, Max caught my attition.

"Should we bring out the others now?" she signed.

"Sure. I guess. You go get them. I will tell them where you are going." I signed back.

"What was that?" Landon asked.

"That is Max. She went to get the rest of our little family." I said. I turned around to see everyone emerging from the tree line. First was Max. Her dirty-blond hair was blowing in the breeze. The hot Texas sun bringing out her freckles to compliment her blazing eyes. She worn simple blue jeans with a plain T-shirt and zip-up hoodie. Holding her hands was Gasman and Angel. They were the only truly related people in our whole group. Angel was seven and, true to her name, an absolute angel most of the time. She had blond hair and baby blue eyes that could influence you to do almost anything by just one look. Gasman, or Gazzy, was exactly A.J.'s age, but he didn't act his age to begin with. At nine, Gazzy was one of the most experienced pyros you will ever meet. His blond hair was spiked and dirty, but he always looked like he was up to something. Most of the time, he really was up to something. Behind Max was Nudge and Iggy. Nudge's mocha skin was only darkened by the burning sun and dirt. She was twelve years old, and we were bracing ourselves for her teen years. Nudge is a motormouth once she is comfortable with the people, and sometimes even when she isn't. She was leading Iggy behind her. Iggy was the same age as Max and myself at sixteen. Iggy had strawberry blond hair that hung in his ice blue unseeing eyes. All of our clothes had rips, tears, and mud and grass stains from our many nights of traveling in them. It had been a while since we had been able to stop to bathe, let alone get new clothes.

"Fang, who are they?" my dad asked, noticing me eyes on them.

"That is my family." I said as they approached the group. "This is Maximum, but she goes by Max. The little one is Angela, but she goes by Angel, and her brother is Gregory, but he goes by Gazzy or Gasman. In the back is Monique but she goes by Nudge, and last is James, but he goes by Iggy." I said, fighting a smile. "Guys this is my dad James, my twin brother Landon, and my nine year old brother Andrew." I finished, pointing everyone out. I vaguely realized that this was the most I had talked in months, but everything was hopefully going good from now on. We had finally found all the Flocks family, but none of them wanted a kid with wings. It tore the kids apart. I could only hope that this could be a place we could stay and be accepted.

"Why do you all have different names?" Landon asked. Max spoke up for the answer. She was still the leader even if it was my family.

"Most of the story we will tell you later, but we just recently found our families and our real names. But they didn't accept us, so we acknowledge our real names, but we go by our nicknames." She explained.

"Why wouldn't they accept you?" My dad asked.

"We will show you when your ready." Angel piped up, looking innocent as always. She was probably reading his thoughts, one of her many talents. While Angel could read thoughts, talk to fish, and control people's mind, we all had our talents and we only used them for good. Nudge was like a giant magnet. She could attract metal by simply thinking about it. Gazzy's power was in his name really. Iggy could regain his sight, bu the could only see white. He could also feel colors which came in handy when he helped Gazzy with their bomb projects. Max could fly (Yes, fly.) ten times faster than all the rest of us if she wanted to, and she had a voice in her head. Yes, the voice spoke to her. It was weird at first, but you get use to is. I could turn invisible if I concentrate on it. It gets easier to do each time.

"Ok." Landon said, exchanging weird looks with Dad. Dad only shook his head and continued talking.

"Well why don't you kids come inside? We were just about to have lunch." Dad said. We all nodded with varing levels of enthusium and entered this new house. I had a good feeling abou this, and that's saying something.