Max's POV
Oh God, what does he want now? I was sitting in the living room with my flock facing the worst enemy we have. Jeb. He sat across from us, smiling like he won the lottery. "Well?" I asked, my patience burned up. I saw that the flock was just as eager to see what this scumbag had to say. "Let me tell you a story. And it has nothing to do with you, honest." He said. I rolled my eyes in frustration, but listened. "There was a girl, an orphan girl, who was kidnapped from the orphanage at the age of seven. She was taken to an assassins station where she was to be killed, but the chief of the facility stopped the ceremony, saying she had great potential." This seemed strange. Not only was he calm throughout this whole story, he seemed as though he wasn't making it up on the top of his head. "She was injected with avian DNA, like you guys, and trained to be an assassin herself. At the age of fourteen, she was highly trained and could face any challenge. She had an incredible talent for swordsmanship and dagger throwing. She had the aim of a professional, couldn't miss a thing, moving or staying still." I looked over to my right to find Gazzy, Angel, and Nudge at the edge of their seats. I have to admit, this 'girl' he was speaking of sounded incredible. Fang seemed bored, Iggy had a blank face, and Dylan was in awe. "When she went to her bunk one night after a hard training, a bunch of men stole her away from the place." He said. I heard a faint gasp come from Nudge. "And now she is safe." Once the story was over, everyone seemed to feel like a completely different person. "What does this have to do with us?" Fang asked, impatiently. Jeb smiled. "What if I told you that girl was here today?" The flock exchanged glances of fear, happiness, and a bit of eagerness. I heard a door open behind me to find a girl about my hight, or a bit shorter, looking determined and ready. She had long strawberry blonde hair hitting her thighs and deep gray eyes. She wore a gray hoodie and ripped, faded jeans with dark green Converse. "Meet Storm." Jeb said, smiling like a maniac. "Your new addition to the flock."
Storm's POV
I walked into the room to meet my new 'family'. There were some young, and some my age. They looked at me like I just crawled out of a hole with a unicorn horn, and was throwing up rainbows and happiness. A girl, about 12ish, walk in front of me. "I'm Nudge." She said, smiling. "These are Max, Fang, Iggy, Angel, Gazzy, and Dylan." She said. I must say, this kid has some guts walking up to someone like me. I gave her a small smile. "Nice to meet you." I said. "I trust you must know my name." I said, and everyone nodded. "Do you have wings?" The young girl, Angel, asked. I gave a small nod and expanded my gray wings, with white blotches, like a pigeon. "What's your game? Why is she with us now?" Max asked, turning to Jeb. He shrugged. "I just feel like she needed a small family. You know how it's like to be excluded from your real family." He replied. Everyone looked away, sad. I gripped my shoulder and bit my lip. "If you don't want me, I don't mind. I'll just... Go somewhere." I said, looking up and tucking my wings into my back. Max shook her head and walked up to me. "Welcome to the flock, Storm." I gave her a small smile as everyone in the background gaped, except for Jeb. "C'mon guys, U and A." She said, expanding her wings and flying into the air. I followed, Angel and Dylan at my tail. One by one we all flew up into the open sky, heading to so called 'home'. "Can someone please explain what she looks like? Because now I'm curious." Iggy said, once we got into the air. I looked at him, and I swore we could be siblings. "Just think of me like you, but gender switch." I said. He nodded, and looked back forward. His eyes were shaded, so I guessed he was blind. "So, Storm." Gazzy said, diving a bit to sync our wings. "Do you like, so called, 'explosives'?" He asked, his blue eyes pleading. I gave him my mischievous grin that could get me on a horror movie. "I have some... Liking for them." I said, finding the right words. A smile lit up on Gazzy's face. "There's gonna be another flock bomber! Oh God, take cover!" Fang yelled, everyone laughing. "Can you make bombs?" Gazzy asked, questions piling up. I gave a small nod. "I can make them out of an alarm clock, a gum wrapper, and a bit of old wire. Oh, and an apple core." I said, counting the list. He looked like he just earned a girlfriend. "Don't get any ideas back there. We're home and I don't want a gaping hole in our house." Max said, diving to a house. Okay, I guess this is home. Diving with Dylan, I was excited to see the home I would be living in for.. possibly forever. Max opened the door.