I own nothing but Blaze. If I did, I would bitchslap Fang for loving other girls that are not Max then hug him 'cause he's smexy. And L would be mine.

Punch. Duck, quickly jab elbow up, dodge.

Grab his ugly face, knee him in the face, then run like hell.

Or in this case, fly like hell.

I didn't dare look back, in fear they would be right behind me. There were only two left; I got rid of the other five earlier.

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I guess I should introduce myself, huh? The name's Blaze. Seventeen years old and on the run with my family.

Well, not currently.

I'm on my own in Japan. A week ago I was with my family, which I should mention, are not related by blood but we're still one either way, but since Ari, Max's new brother (apparently), got Max and Fang into a fight, and split the Flock up, I had no choice but to leave.

Okay, I had a choice, but they pissed me off. Angel, Nudge, Total, and Ari went with Max, while Gazzy, and Iggy went with Fang. Fang and Max had looked at me to see who I would go with, and I told them I wouldn't choose between them and until they made up, I would be on my own.

It went a little something like this:

"I've decided to go my own way," Fang told us abruptly. He cast a glance at Ari, then went on. "Almost anyone's welcome to come with me."

"I think we should all stick together until Fang comes back." Max said calmly. Knowing her for many years, I could tell she was stressed.

We all stared at them, back and forth.

"Holy crap," said Total.

"You guys shouldn't do this." Nudge said, looking worried.

"Yeah, I'm sure you guys can fix this lover's quarrel." I smirked half-heartily.

"It's not a lover's quarrel!" They yelled in unison. I held my hands up in surrender.

"We have to choose?" Gazzy squeaked.

"I'll go with Fang." Iggy chose.

"I'm going to stay with Max." Muttered Nudge.

"I'll go wherever Angel goes," said Total. "If I must." Gazzy and Angel were having a conversation telepathically.

"I'm going with Max." Angel decided.

"I'm going with Fang." Gazzy went to stand with Fang.

Ari sighed. "No-brainer. Max."

Everyone turned to me, waiting for my answer. I crossed my arms, glaring at them. "Oh, don't look at me. I'm not choosing anyone. Until you guys stop acting like children, I'll be on my own. Call me when you guys make up."

Now, you might be asking, 'You're the oldest, why didn't you stay with them?'

That is because I am not the leader of the Flock. That position goes to Max. She does a better job than I do anyways. I'm more like the third in command since Fang is the second.

Why did I choose Japan, which was across the world? That is a long story that involves coffee, a quarter, and a hobo.

Anyways, it took me about seven hours more or less to fly across the ocean, trying not to faint in exhaustion. I may have more stamina than the rest of them, but I'm not invincible. When I did get here, I crash immediately in a tree and slept for twenty-four hours straight.

Just fast forward five hours later and you see me flying for my life up in the sky above Japan.

Behind me, I could hear the Flyboys. I don't know how they got here, but I need to get away no matter what.

I turned sharply, which hurt my wing, and went to my left. The Flyboys had a harder time turning since they sucked at flying.

Gaining distance, I twirled around to laugh at their faces only to have one of them ram into me. The air left my body and I gasped for air.

How did they get me so fast?

We both were flying downward, at an angle, and at a fast rate, seeing as we were flying high in the sky.

Getting out of shock I punched the robot in the face, which hurt like hell! I had to pull my wings in to avoid letting fur face grab them.

"Let go!" Damn, he had a strong hold on me.

I twisted around so he was beneath me. Hey, if we were going to hit the ground, he should have the honors.

Suddenly, I felt the vibrations as we hit glass and fell inside a tall building.

I skidded on the floor, hitting glass on the way. I stayed still for a moment before feel someone grab my hair in a painful grasp.

I bit my lip.

"You will be terminated." He rasped into my ear. Fear ran through me as I thought of being captured again.

"No! I'll never go back! Over my dead body!" I screamed.

I heard the second Flyboy come in. "You can not escape."

Together, they grab my arms and twisted. "Let go! LET GO! Don't take me!" I yelled, begging. "I DON'T WANT TO!

One of them punched me in the face. Blood burst into my mouth.

In last attempt, I unleashed my power. I closed my eyes and could feel myself heat up. In a sudden burst I was engulfed in flames, burning the Flyboys.

The door behind me slammed open and came in a group of men. I turned off my flames.

The Flyboys were moving slower now but one lunged at me and tried to snap my neck.

I threw an upper cut. The Flyboy went down.

I panted to get my breath back when I remember the other men. I turned around with my fists in front of me and glared at them.

"Put your hands in the air." The man in that was in the middle said calmly.

I raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying?"

They all glanced at each other.

"I said to put your hands in the air." He repeated, this time in English.

"...Why."

"Don't make us use force." He took a step forward while I took one back. "We just want to ask you some questions."

An old man came inside with a different type of gun.

"No." I stated before going to the window. I didn't even get two feet cleared as the old man lifted his gun and shot me.

It pierced into my shoulder and I felt my eyesight blur.

"I'm terribly sorry." The old man apologized in a British accent.

"You...bastards." I managed before I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was laying down on a bed .

I sat up, dazed, for a moment or two as everything from earlier came rushing back to me.

I took in my surroundings and saw I was in a cell. The metal bars were to my right and the wall, that the bed was pressed against, was on my left.

'Did the School get me?' I glanced at my hands and feet but they were free from any chains, handcuffs, or straps to hold me down. I also had my clothes from before. If I was in the School, they would be keeping me in a cage or strapped down to the bed, or they would start the experiments already, no matter if I was awake or not. Or is this just their plan to let my guard down?

I got up and grabbed the bars. I shook them in fustration. "Let me out!"

"Please calm down." A monotone voice said.

I twirled around for the voice's owner. Ah geez, I wasn't getting a voice stuck inside my head like Max was I?

Finally, I spotted a camera in the corner of the room. I glared into it.

"Calm down? You're working with the School aren't you? You just sent the others to get me here!"

"I can assure you I am not working with this 'school.' What exactly is it?" It questioned.

"Don't act stupid! Am I the only one here or did you get others too?" I sneered. Then I noticed my back pack was gone. "Give me my bag back!"

"I'm afraid I can't. They are in my custody. There is a one percent chance you are Kira."

I stopped shaking the bars. "Kira?" Where did I hear that before? "What the hell's Kira?"

"Kira is a murderer who kills criminals with heart attacks and other methods." Now I remember. Iggy and Gazzy talked about the mass murderer a few weeks ago.

"I'm not this Kira buddy!" I yelled.

"Oh? And what makes you so sure?"

"Because I've never been to Japan until yesterday. I don't even know the language." I ran a hand through my hair.

I sat back down on the bed, facing the wall. I was not going to look at the bars, they reminded me too much of the School.

Sighing, I rested my head on my knees that were pulled up to my chest.

"If you don't know the language then why come to Japan?"

I shrugged. "I just decided to come here. I could have gone to Canada, Florida or even Italy. This was the lucky winner."

"What is your name?"

"Blaze." Man, just what did I get into?

"I would like a first and last name, not a nickname."

"I don't have one." I mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"Did I stutter?" I snapped, lifting my head. "I don't have a fucking name!"

"Then, tell me how did you get into the building. We were on the 15th floor."

"..." I scowled. "I'm sorry, but I refuse to talk to a voice! I don't want to be in here!"

A while passed before footsteps came towards me.

A man with his hair slicked back stopped in front of my cell and cleared his throat. Up close, I could see gray hairs mixing in with his brown. He had a mustache and stress marks around his face. I recognized him as the man who tried to calm me down.

"Yeah?"

"Please give me your hands. I need to restrain you." I hesitated. If they only got my hands, I could just kick him unconscious.

"If you try to escape, we will knock you out again." The voice stated.

I froze before sighing. I placed my hands out of a big hole and he handcuffed me. Handing me glasses, I turned it over in confusion.

"It's a blindfold. We can't have you knowing where we're going."

Rolling my eyes, I put them on and stepped out carefully when he opened the cell.

I resisted the urge to punch him once he placed his hand on my shoulder.

Leading me, we went up stairs and through many twists and turns, once going in what I think was an elevator.

Finally, we walked through a door and the blindfold was taken off.

In front of me, almost three inches away, was a pale face with wide black eyes and dark bags.

From up close, I could see he actually had gray eyes but his pupils were wide, making it seem as if he had black eyes.

What I did next was totally okay. For me.

I kicked the him right in the face.

I regret nothing.