Hey guys,its me again. I'm starting on Maximum Ride,cause I just have a whole lot of new ideas now. Besides, M.R characters have wings!I mean,how cool is that?Never mind. I don't own any of Maximum Ride. No Dylan here. He's just a pain in the ass. Oh,i only read till the book before Max,so if I leave anything out,don't throw a rock at my yea?I know Fang left,but thats probably it. Sorry.I'll try to finish to date as soon as I can alright?

Review please?I'd love to improve. How bout say,a ten?That would be .

Chapter 1:Rescue the old.

4 years. 4 long years since Fang had left us. Left me. Deserted us,ditched us,thrown us in the trash. To heck with him I thought,I'm long over him. I don't need him. None of the flock do,and especially me. I can pretty much handle things myself. I'm Maximum Ride remember? The strong,dependable leader of a group of mu- human avian hybrids. We were FINE.

Who am I kidding?

4 years have gone by,and when they say time flies when you're having fun,oh,then trust me,this 4 years have been the most BORING of my life. We didn't even pretty much fight Flyboys anymore. Appearing maybe thrice or if we were lucky,four times a year. They were somewhat 'lazy' even,their attacks were sloppy,even their punches lacked power. The flock was on a roll. For 4 years,no one had bothered us,no death threats,no guns at our faces,no nothing!Don't tell the flock I said this,but I kinda missed us fighting as a team. Something about the possibility of losing your life alongside your best friends forged bonds that no one could break. And apparently,that bond was slowly diminishing. I bet it probably diminished a long time ago,since Fang abandoned us. Yea,I'm using the word abandoned. I mean come on,you make me fall in love with you,before you disappear for 20 f**king years,and all you leave me is a note?No email,no phone number,no nothing. Thanks Fang,kudos for being a heart-breaker. Oh yea,if you're probably reading this and wondering, "Oh goodness gracious,Max just said a swear word!". Look,a lot of things change when you turn 19. Especially when you realize that your little world isn't near half-perfect.

Here's an update about our flock.

Well,i won't update you about me. I'm totally cool right?Time only makes someone stronger,and I bet as hell I'm stronger than I ever was before. All the girl stuff I guess,growing taller,getting a curvy figure,which I hoped Fang would see,but he wouldn't,my ehem..'assets' got bigger as well,and of course,my wings. So normal eh?

Gasman was thirteen now,and his hair had grown longer. He'd still been the same though,his wings grew longer,and he was almost as tall as my new height now. I still grow okay?He was somewhat mature,though he and Iggy were definitely still partners in crime,in fact,they had even grown so much closer together,and they seemed to forget that Fang was gone,or at least for the past four years. Gasman and Fang were really close before he left,but it seemed that Fang was forgotten now.

Iggy's sight was returning. Now he could feel things with his hands,and read and understand everything. It was like he had eyes on his fingers,which made the leader burden lessen just by a bit. He was 19 now,but his maturity never seemed to get into his head. He and Gasman made any kinds of bombs,fart bombs,stink bombs,slime bombs which I hate the most! Don't ask why. You wouldn't want to know the disgust I had gone through.

Nudge,gosh,being 15 just made her a whole lot more talkative,and a whole more Nudge-like. Was I the only mature girl around here?Her hair had grown pretty long by now,just like she wanted,and now if she didn't get what she wanted,she would whine. Like a 5 year old. And if you think that wasn't enough,she actually thought Gasman was cute now. She admitted to me once,during last Christmas,saying that Gasman was adorable and quite handsome. But she was even more sweet than ever,so it was fine.

Angel didn't develop any more new freaky powers,thank God,but her older ones had gotten stronger. For instance,she could now actually read and change minds within a mile of her brain radius,or as Angel called it,her 'mind-circle'. I was quick to instill in her mind that reading and changing our minds was strictly prohibited,though it was allowed in certain 'sticky' situations.

And gosh,Fang,if he was still part of the flock that is. I'd always considered him to be taking a long break,but I'd never spoke about him to anyone. The only person that I would talk to about Fang,was Fang,and sometimes a pesky little Angel would realize that and irritate me. I would love to talk to you about Fang,but even I don't know how he is right now. Dead,or alive?Short,or tall?Dumb question. He would definitely be taller than me. His wings?Imagine them,long,sleek,black and powerful. I had read a comic once about this comic-book fighter called Nightwing,I bet if he was real,he would look just like Fang. Strong,muscular and...stop it. You're supposed to forget him Max. Forget him. Now.

The past 4 years,we had been home-tutored by Jeb and Mom. Apparently,if they were smart enough to create winged-humans by mistake,then they could definitely teach 12th grade and below. I wasn't going to college or anything like that. Going with the flow,was all I did. Of course,my main mission now was to find out who the rest of the flock's parents were.

Oh yeah,I kinda forgot Total. Long story short,he was a dad now. Guess who the mom was.

It was December 23rd now,just 2 days to Christmas. It would be five years soon. Five years soon everything changed. No one dared to admit,but when Fang left,something in us changed,or died. I didn't know about the rest,Fang wasn't actually one of those fuzzy wuzzy memories that got your head all smiling. He was something that you filed in your mental cabinet as "DO NOT OPEN:HARMFUL CONTENT".

On the bright side,me and Ella had gotten pretty close,and tight,as you humans would say. We were sisters,and I was glad there actually was someone who understood me. We did talk about Fang once,and that led me to crying like a baby. I guess it was one of those leave-it-alone-and-don't-bring-it-up-ever-again-things. She never spoke about Fang again.

For the dark side,when Fang left,something in me died. Though Fang wasn't the type you called fun and sweet,loving and full of raw raw emotion,things just were much...happier. But he wasn't here. I just can't seem to get that into my thick avian skull can I.

It was like any other day. Christmas did get me fired up,but not to the extent that Angel,Nudge and Gazzy was. They helped Mom and Jeb(still no Dad) to 'decorate' the Christmas tree. It stood in the living room,blinking brightly,flickering occasionally due to Nudge's overloading of the sockets. Christmas 'balls'(haha!)hung,candy canes,the usual as always. I liked the top the most. Usually,people put a star,but ours was special. It was an angel,and its wings were open and stretched out,which imitated us avian-hybrids.

Well,being home alone again sucks,cause Nudge and Angel convinced everyone except me to go shopping for presents. Probably me excluded,cause who knows if Angel had used her mind-circle again. Present shopping just wasn't my thing,and even if it was,no one could get what I wanted. And being home along sucks because I tend to find my legs being sucked like a magnet towards Fang's old room. Mom still kept it clean,in hopes that it would find its owner again,but to me and the rest of the flock,it brought back bittersweet memories. I'd never like entering it,cause it always held that musty old smell that was so Fang-like. You would see and touch things that reminded you of our former second-in-command,and that only made your heart gape in anger and rage and hurt and disappointment and..never mind. His laptop was untouched,for how long I didn't know,but it stung,seeing something that was forgotten,left and chucked on the shelf. Just like us. Just like me.

I flopped myself on Fang's bed,black sheets,with velvet stripes trailing down the covers. Tears flowed down my cheeks again,leaving wet trails of disappointment and hurt down my face. It became somewhat like a habit now,and the tears just came and came. I pushed the pillow down on my face,trying to muffle my pathetic whimpering. Imagine me,Maximum Ride,being reduced to such a shitty state. Love hurts.

When the tears dried up,i got up,and glanced around the room,hoping that Fang would just appear behind me without a sound,like he always used to. Walking around,i saw the familiar picture,at the very same spot it stood for the past 4 years. It showed me and Fang,holding hands,and his left wing was draped around mine,covering my entire body length and wrapping around my shoulder. It was magnificently beautiful. I so had to thank Gasman and Nudge for sneaking up on our 'date' to take that picture of us. It was the only material object that came closest to Fang.

Sitting down at Fang's desk,i let out a soft sigh,and flicked the switch on the laptop on. It loaded pretty quick,and soon I was reading Fang's blog. Usually it was a daily diary,about Fang's adventures with his new flock,hopefully temporary flock,and his usual getting into trouble kinda thing. I guess it was a boy thing. Call me a sexist pig and whatever,but many men have hurt me,in the worst kind of ways imaginable. Sometimes, Fang's blog would mention something about the old flock,his old gang. It never lasted more than a paragraph though. It hurt Fang as much as it hurt us,but still,he promised. That cheating liar. I hate you Fang.

Scrolling down,i was surprised to see his newest entry when the page loaded. My eyes already widened at the title,and the date it was published. He had just posted it a few hours ago,and the title almost made me cry.

'Date:23rd Dec.

You are visitor:Think of your own number,than multiply it by 100000.

Title:Stuff. And Max.

Okay,so the title isn't about stuff. Not at all. Max,wherever you are,i sure hope you're reading this blog,its my only way of staying in touch with you. And the flock of course.

First of all, Merry Christmas!And a happy new year!Next.

Secondly,I'm doing fine,my new flock is okay,and they've gotten to terms that I might just leave them one day. They're old enough to take care of themselves now,so they don't really need a leader or anything like that. I've just always been in charge I guess.

Thirdly,I'm leaving them. Its better to go solo from now on,since I'm the only one among the new flock who has parents. Or at least,i HAD parents. I'm the bad blood as usual,and I don't want anyone to get hurt in the process. One of us almost died because of a Flyboy attack recently. They're increasing in numbers,and we aren't. But we'll be fine. I'll be fine. Or at least for the moment.

Fourth,to my good old flock,or at least,to my former flock,i just want to say,that I miss you guys so much. I know,I'm not the most emotional or huggish kinda guy on the planet,and I'm definitely not someone to express my emotions easily,but I really really miss you guys. Just everything about you people gives me that gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. Dreams,nightmares,hallucinations,you name it. They've become even more frequent now,and they all tell me the same thing. Go back. Go home. Return to where I belong. But I tell myself, "Not today Fang."cause dang,it hasn't been 20 years yet. My expiration date is no where near in sight,but who knows? Another day,another twist in my already screwed up fate. I miss you guys really,so so much,i promise,that no matter where I am,you guys will always have a place in my disgusting,black mosh pit of an heart. Enjoy your stay.

Fifth,and this paragraph is just for you Max. I've done a lot of thinking recently,and I have to admit,leaving for 20 years with just a dumb note isn't quite the charm,but what choice did I have?Discussing it with you guys would just make it harder for me to leave,and I would put your lives in danger. Some things,you discuss with the leader,some things,you have to do for yourself. No one gets a say in everything. And Max,trust me,it would be so hard to refuse you. I'll be honest,i don't even know how hurt I am,to the depths that everything gold I see,i remember you. Every time I close my eyes,i see you smiling at me. Every time a beautiful bird flew past or near me,it reminded me of you flying,graceful,beautiful,unreal. Every time my team gets in a sticky situation,i run the secret protocol. Its called WWMD. Go figure. There's a picture of you with me,and everyday,before I go to sleep,i look at it,and I can't help but feel dejected and lost. I had you within my grasp,and I had to let go.

God Max,i miss you,i miss you so much,that I don't even know what to say. Yeah,so I don't say much most of the time,but you get what I mean right?You always get what I mean. We have this telepathic bond,and no one gets it but you. Its always you. Maximum Ride. You're screwing my head up,it hurts!I flew over the beach,where you cut yourself,where you kissed me for the first time. I thought I saw you there,but my mind was playing its little fancy games on me. Bottom line is,no matter how much food we get,no matter how many Flyboy asses we kick,no matter how comfortable sleep gets,no matter fast I can fly,no matter how happy I get,i still feel empty. You know why? Cause Max,you're not here.

You've never been here for the past 4 years,and you won't be at the 5. Everyday I miss you more and more. Everyday its a constant struggle in my fucked mental state!Everyday I can't stop for one moment and just get you out of my head!Everyday its always you!Max Max Max Max Max!Every single fucking day!

Max,wherever you are. Just...stay strong. You don't need me. Maximum Ride is indestructible remember?Stick and stones don't break your bones,and words will never hurt you.

I love you Max. I love you so fucking much.

Heh,so much for one paragraph.

Later.

-Fang'

"God Fang..." I swelled at my eyes,mumbling to myself,not caring that I was alone,pure emotion overwhelming me. My hands covered my head,my eyes staying shut with tears everywhere,my mouth trembling in pain. Fang...

"Fang... Where are you Fang?Come back,please! The flock needs you,and I need you. Stick and stones don't break my bones,but words kill me. I..i still love you...i still freaking love you!"My voice hoarse and croaky,i entered a whole new level of pathetic-ness,and spread my wings,covered my hunched,hurtful figure. Fang was my world,and my world was gone.

Then,i felt a hand on my wings,immediately retracting it back,i saw that it was Nudge,Iggy,Gasman and Angel. They probably knew what was going on,since they didn't find me anywhere except in Fang's room,and I had been reading mentally aloud so I was sure Angel had told them by now.

"Group hug?"Iggy asked,extending his arms. The younger ones hugged him,and I tried my bestest to hug them back. They all had tears in their eyes,and I know that Fang wasn't just forgotten yet. He was still here,but in a really kinda bad way. Nudge was the worse,her eyes looked liked rubies when she was done. Suck those tears up Max,you're the leader,stay strong. Don't let anyone look at your vulnerable side.

"Max,its okay to cry. We all cry sometimes."Angel hugged me,her head only reaching a few inches above my belly. Dang girl,we seriously need to talk about this mind reading thing of hers.

After a sob-fest,everyone piled out of the room,finding lame excuses to leave Fang's room. I stayed the longest,and I wanted to comment on Fang's post,but no,he just haves to put the no-comments button switched on. Really Fang?You wanna make my life more miserable,go ahead. It can't get any rock bottom any more from here.

Max,

Oh you picked a really good time to show up Voice.

Is this really how you want things to be?

Well yeah,i love being a little 19 year old crybaby. It can't possibly get any better than this right?

Your flock needs a goal. A mission. Your team has become rusty.

Oh yeah?We'll show you rusty. How do you kill something that's in your head?Any clues?

Max,pack up,and leave. Bring everyone.

Like why?We going to the Bahamas this time?France?Let Iggy 'see' some French boobies?

Fang.

Is gone. Man,you can miss someone too?Incredible!

Listen Max,

Not listening.

Fang is alone,all by himself.

Uh,little newsflash for you,i knew that alright?Jeez.

Being alone means being vulnerable.

Fang can take care of himself.

He won't have to once he's dead.

"WHAT?"Screaming in horror,i didn't even care to realize that I had just shouted out loud.

"Whats going on here?"Iggy asked,and soon more of the gang piled at Fang's door.

Listen Max,you don't have time. You have to pack up,bring everyone,and fly,to Arizona. Start looking for Fang there,or you probably won't have to look anymore,cause he'll be delivered all right. In a wooden box.

My eyes flooded,with the sudden realization that Fang,my Fang,was in danger. He was all alone,traveling my himself. If he got captured,no one would know. When he fought,no one would be there to watch his back. If he was injured,no one could attend to his injuries. If he was...dead...no one would even know.

"We have to find Fang. Pack your stuff,essentials only,pack food and water,some cash as well. Iggy,bring some tents. The fiber ones which are lightweight and waterproof. Angel,tell Total he's got to sit out on this one. I'll explain to Mom about everything. Meet you guys downstairs in thirty." I announced,feeling all Max-like again. Wiping the tears off my sleeve,i shot fierce looks of determination into my flock.

"Why do we have to go find Vader again?" Gasman asked,and everyone immediately looked at me,hoping that I would have an answer.

"Fang's gonna die if we don't." My voice commanding and loud,emphasis on the die part. Their eyes widened in horror,and they left almost immediately,rushing off to pack their things.

Stuffing some clothes into my backpack,i headed to Fang's room to get the Itex laptop that we had stolen from their head-quarters back. Upon placing his laptop into my bag,there stood,on the stand,the picture of me and Fang. I took it out of its frame,and folded it neatly into the waterproof compartment of my backpack.

After a good 30 minutes,the explaining had been done,the gear was ready,and we just had to say our goodbyes.

"Oh Total,take care of Akila and your cute babies okay?"Angel bent down and kissed Total's forehead,stroking his fur at the same time.

"Now now,don't get all mushy on me. Tell Fang I said hi okay?"

"Bye Max,take care alright?If there's anything I can do.."My mom pulled me into a hug.

"You'll just be a phone call away"Finishing her sentence for her,i said goodbye to Total and Akila and their pups,and surprisingly,i gave Jeb a hug.

"Your Christmas presents will be ready by the time you come back home. Take care Max." Jeb hugged me,before leaving the living room and back to his study.

Giving the home one last look,i stepped out,ready to face whatever fate had thrown our way. The flock shuffled out,wings starting to spread out,their faces determined and brave. Everyone shot me a smile,except Iggy,who managed a nod. How did he even know I was looking?

"Okay then,"I spread out my wings,and started to run,hearing my flock behind me,copying my movements. Two hard flaps downwards,and we were cruising at a steady altitude and speed,adjusting to our course.

"Lets go get Fang back."