Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. Same for the rest of the story

Disclaimer: I do not own Strange Angels. Same for the rest of the story

Characters ages for the story

Max: 14

Fang: 14

Iggy: 14

Nudge: 11

The Gasman/ Gazzy: 8

Angel: 6

Dru: 16

I don't really know the rest of the ages in the books. Doesn't really mention or I just overlooked.

MAX POV

C'mon, Max! Just one more! One more... Hit it! My thoughts urged me on as I smashed my fists into the punching bag. I'd had a bad day, but the flock is safe. We haven't saved the world yet but we are safe. That's all that matters.

I've been thinking about how I have to save the world. How all the flock has to save the world, together.

I've been seeing things lately. Bad things. Things that shouldn't exist. Not like human hybrids but things that are worse than what any scientist could do to you.

Sometimes a laugh would ring throughout my head. A laugh that would make you shiver. Every time the cold laugh rang through my mind I would shiver, hiccup and my eyes would close for a moment while my left eyelid twitched. The sound was horrible. But the worst part of it would be when a smile would flash through my mind and in a moment be gone, but I could still make out every little detail and all the textures of the skin. The smile made me freeze. You couldn't get a movement out of me. The lower lip in the smile had two dimples from where the tips of fangs touched the lip...

Every time I heard something unusual, I would ask the flock if they heard anything. They always say it's silent or they heard nothing or it could be not a sound or just a simple no. I didn't want to sound like I had gone crazy so I never told them anything about it.

Right now I had been letting my frustration out. I couldn't place anything from what is real and the strange things I see. Words I couldn't place had been ringing through my ears for the last twenty minutes. About every ten seconds another word shoots through one ear and out the other, the word blurred and hard to recognise. It was about time for the word to pop up. I waited silently, my eyes closed, not making a move or sound.

The word, suddenly clear, flew in front of my eyelids. Svetocha. My eyes snapped open.The word echoed and surrounded me. It hurt. It hurt my head; my whole body. I was hurting all over. I fell to the ground screaming, curling in a ball, crying weakly. As much as I hated looking so fragile, I couldn't help it. I hated to worry the flock, and nobody needs attention all the time. I tried to shut up, to not let the flock hear me, but my voice just kept on making a scream that started coming out as a chocked sound. I guess it wouldn't have made a difference, 'cause we all had really good hearing.

Footsteps rang through the house faintly, getting louder. The flock came bursting through the door, worried looking and scared and ready to fight. Their eyes landed on me and they freaked. The word that had spiralled in my head and attached itself into my mind seemed familiar somehow. But why is it familiar and why does this sort of thing always happen to me? Wait–erase that–why do these sorts of things happen to the flock? I would hate anything to happen to any member of the flock but me. They don't deserve it –I would take all their pain in the world and suffer it. No matter how much.

Your svetocha, Max. It was the Voice.

And what would that mean, Voice? I asked the Voice sarcastically in my mind.

Your half-vampire, with that I could tell the voice had left my head and disappeared.

Damn it! What the hell does that mean? There is no such thing as vampires. I will not believe in that mythical crap! I was still hurting inside. I could faintly hear someone talking, my name being repeated over and over again. I could feel a slight shaking and someone wrapping strong arms around my waist and hoisting me into a sitting position, still keeping their hold on me. My head was rested on the person that was holding me's shoulder slightly rested but my screaming hadn't faulted yet, though, now, it was only a rough, quiet sound.

"Shh... Max, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Nothing is going to hurt you. Nothing, ever," Fang whispered softly into my right ear and soothed me. I could tell he was the one holding me. The noise I was now making stopped and my body slumped against Fang's in exhaustion, willing sleep to take over me. "Max, what happened?" Fang asked quietly. I was faintly aware that the flock was watching me, but I really didn't care.

"I'm... f-fine. Time for... bed, g-guys," I stumbled over words to make them go away. They left silently except for Fang who had his arms lightly slung around my waist. I moved my head to his chest and sighed and slowly opened my eyes. "W-what time... is it a-anyway?" My voice was getting weaker and weaker.

"Nine thirty p.m. What happened, Max?" Fang seemed really worried and tired.

"Tell you... t-tomorrow," my words got fainter and fainter until my voice left me in a breath and I fell asleep still in Fang's arms, no emotion on my face, until I relaxed.