A/N: THE SEQUEL'S HERE!!!! The full summary can be found on my profile.

Just so you know, the stroy will be going into the plot pretty quickly, but that's how I intended it to be for a reason.

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Whoever coined the phrase, 'what you don't know can't hurt you', should get the crap beaten out of them.

Because me and the five people I've lived with my whole life—Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel—hurt the most when we don't know anything.

Sadly, now we have to live with not knowing, because Jeb is dead, and he had all the answers. If you've been following my story this whole time, you'll know what I'm talking about and that I'm not a freak (well, besides the, you know, freaking wings). If you haven't read the whole story, I suggest you go back and start from the beginning, because from here things only get more crazy and confusing.

Well, actually, whether you've read the whole story or not, things are going to get crazy.

But, this is my life, so you should already know that.

I woke up not to screaming or crying or M-geeks attacking, but to a six-year-old with mind-reading abilities and an eleven-year-old with a mouth that never stops moving jumping on my (Well, Ella's) bed at six o'clock in the morning.

"Max, wake up!" Angel cried, flopping on top of me.

"Why? Is somebody dying? Are we in immediate danger? Did Iggy and Gazzy blow something essential up?" I asked groggily. I hadn't heard anything, and we all have really good hearing and we're light sleepers, so I wasn't worried. Plus Fang had demanded Brigid to leave us alone, basically meaning she had to. Long story.

Angel giggled. "No,"

"Then I'd prefer to just stay here."

"No, Max," Nudge whined, grabbing my arm and trying to drag me out of the bed. "Wake up, because today's your birthday! Well, not really, since none of us actually know when our real birthdays are, but the day that you chose to be your birthday! So today you're fifteen, well supposedly, and--!"

"Nudge. Please." I groaned, sitting up.

"Sor-ry, but you weren't getting up!" She sang.

"How did you guys even know today was my…sort-of birthday?" I asked. We've been on the run for a while, so we've had more important things to worry about than birthdays and whatnot. I had actually sort of forgotten myself.

"Fang reminded us!" Angel chirped.

I raised my eyebrows. "Fang remembered?"

"Uh, yeah," Nudge said in her best 'duh' voice. "Now, come on. Get up."

"Yeah, okay, I'm up." I insisted.

A while later, once I got downstairs, the phone rang. "I've got it," I announced to Mom, who had been walking to get to it. For some reason, I had a feeling I needed to answer it.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Happy Birthday," A voice said. I recognized it, causing my blood to turn to icy slush.

"Who is this?" I demanded, trying not to let the panic rising inside me show in my voice.

"Remember: mind over matter."

"What are you talking about? Who is this?" I interrogated more severely.

The line went dead.

I dropped the phone back on its cradle as if it were some sort of poisonous animal.

"Max? Who was that?" My mom asked.

"Huh? Oh, it was just some guy trying to sell us something." I lied.

She nodded and left. Fang, however, caught my eye. Apparently, I didn't do a good job of hiding the alarm on my face, because he came over.

"Who was it?" He asked.

"I don't know." I said, "But it sounded…like my Voice. Like the Voice was talking to me on the phone. Except it was…creepier, or darker or something."

"What did it say?"

"It told me 'mind over matter'. And it wished me a happy birthday." Hey, at least the caller was polite.

And then the weirdest feeling came over me; like suddenly something in my brain left. It made my head feel scarily vacant. And I thought I knew why.

The Voice had left.