A/N try not to kill me for the super long wait, ok guys? And review!

(Max P.O.V)

Have you ever felt that feeling of dread, where nothing around you matters and all you can do about is think of that one dreaded thing?

Well, it's like that with my whole life and me.

So…my new Flock (Alle, Deno, Dracula, and Ammo) was waiting for me, as I approached a small glass building. It was actually a place for community service, recycling and that crap.

A man leered at me as I quickly brushed past him, but I simply rolled my eyes and increased my pace. As soon as I stepped inside, a rush of cool air greeted me, and I let out a small sigh.

This was gonna be a piece of cake.

"Hello, may I please speak with Nova Skye?" I inquired in my most polite voice.

The person at the desk, with a head of shiny blond hair, looked up at me with forest green eyes, smiling a bit.

"That would be me. Do you need something?"

Taken aback for a second, my mouth opened and closed before I spoke.

"So you're the winged chick." I gave her an once-over before smirking.

"You don't look like much blondie. Hope you can fly well."

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. Nova was staring after me, green eyes wide, before jumping up and chasing me.

~~~~~TIME SKIP~~~~~

I had led Nova to the warehouse where my Flock was waiting, and introduced them.

Alle had smiled sweetly after I asked (read: commanded) him to, Deno nodded politely—but Ammo? She simply glared, her eyes cold, and stared at a NO LITTER sign hanging from the dusty walls behind me.

I shot her a glare, narrowing my dark eyes, before taking a seat on an old, creaky box. Alle nervously touched my shoulder as Nova also sat down on another box that probably looked new when George Washington was a kid.

I described to the blonde about the Flock, wings, and answered her questions.

"I am in!" she exclaimed, her eyes bright and hard.

"So…" I took a sip of my juice box before crumpling it up and tossing it to the side (notice I ignore the NO LITTER sign).

I wasn't surprised when she showed me her beautiful white wings. They looked—looked like Angel's wings…

I swallowed hard, ignoring the lump in my throat, as I thought about my sweet little birdie.

"So, now what?" I snapped back to reality when Nova waved a hand in front of my face.

I flashed her a small smile before saying, "Now, we head to the bayou."

~~~TIME SKIP~~~

So…here we were, in New Orleans, deep in the swamp, locating a guy named Deacon.

Ammo volunteered to find him when I told her he was part crocodile, so the rest of us were hiding in the dark trees.

It was nighttime, and light missed swept over me; my cheeks damp because of the water and my eyes watery because of the chemicals.

Just then, a huge figure blocked out the little light we had from the moon. Alle whimpered, and Nova gasped softly as Ammo confidently strode forward.

(Ammo P.O.V)

The guy was 6 feet tall at least, and heavily built, wearing dark sunglasses. His short black hair glistened as he caught sight of me, on alert.

He was wearing a black jacket over his white shirt, and thick black boots.

"Deacon?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"What's it to you?" he snapped in a rough voice, and I groaned softly.

"I hear you're a mutant. A mistake. A reject."

Deacon snarled at me, revealing rows of sharp crocodile teeth as he lunged at me, his glasses flying off.

Of course, he was too late.

My fangs lengthened as my claws sharpened, and I hissed angrily at him, dodging his attack.

For a second, his piercing eyes me my cold ones, and I froze, flipping back into my battle stance.

Deacon paused as well, taking in my cold golden wolf eyes, silver fangs, and acute claws.

Then he chuckled, laughing loudly. I relaxed slightly when he picked up his shades, fingering them before slipping them into his pocket. My fangs withdrew and my claws melted; my eyes darkened back into hard sapphire as I spoke.

"So, big guy, you wanna help save the world?"

~~~TIME SKIP~~~

(Josh P.O.V.)

I pulled my younger sister along, ducking into an alley as some gang members walked by, laughing cruelly. I heard bottles clink and prayed they wouldn't find us.

If they did, I could fight my way out of it. If they had guns, I couldn't protect Tabitha and myself.

Because of my luck, one of the men, a thick black haired one, peered into the alley as his eyes widened.

"Hey! Demon, Claw, Hisser! I found some kids!" I hear Tabitha whimper, but pulled her behind me as three other men lumbered after him.

"What did ya find, Dan?" one of them said, keeping his eyes on me.

I snarled at them.

"Leave us alone!" I spat, desperately wanting to uncurl my wings.

The men all laughed as they neared us.

"Incoming!" I heard a boys' voice and a girls scream as two kids tumbled out of the sky and hit the ground in front of me.

"Watch it Deno!" the brunette snapped, quickly jumping to her feet and locking her eyes on us.

"Ok, I get them out of here, you fight, m'kay?" I noticed some blonde streaks in her hair as she spun on her heel and kicked Dan in the face.

He howled in pain and stumbled back, blood flowing down his face. One of them, Hisser, lunged forward, but the girl ducked and slid underneath him, her fist hitting his stomach.

The boy, who I assumed was Deno, had black hair and blue-ish green eyes, and he motioned us over to somewhere we didn't notice.

"Hey, its ok, just come here." He whispered softly to Tabitha, who looked at me for approval. She usually was more outspoken, but the darkness was scaring her.

I nodded briefly, and she stepped over next to Deno.

Suddenly, he grabbed her and flung her upward. My mouth dropped and my green eyes widened, but another girl, with silvery hair, caught her by the arm and carefully raised her up.

"Careful!" she snarled, and I flinched at her cold voice.

But she smiled slightly at Tabitha and whispered something to her in a soft voice; I relaxed as Deno called, "Thanks, Ammonite!"

"Ammo!" she fired back.

Soon, Tabby began to laugh quietly, as the girl was whispering to her, and Ammo looked directly at me. Her eyes were so full of pain, and I frowned a bit.

Deno looked at me, and I groaned, knowing what was coming.

After I was flung up, Ammo just grabbed my leg, and I as forced to pull myself up.

"Thanks for the help, love." I muttered sarcastically, studying a cut on my leg. The wind ruffled my dark hair and I shivered slightly.

The silver-haired girl just rolled her eyes and bent over the side of the building.

(Tabby P.O.V.)

Ammo was really funny! She was telling me of a funny story when she bought ice cream, and I forgot all about those bad guys down there. But when she peered over the railing, I did so too, careful not to tip over.

I saw the girl with brown hair, Max as I was told, kicking butt of four men who were 30 years older than her.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth and my other one fiddling with a strand of my reddish brown hair.

"Yeah, Max is pretty good at fighting." Ammo admitted, leaning back.

Suddenly, a little boy walked out of a door, and saw me. I shrunk behind Ammo, but she shoved me towards him, eyes gleaming. He introduced himself as Alle, and I told him my name.

We soon were good friends, and talked about how we both had wings and loved ice cream.

~~~TIME SKIP (AGAIN…HAHA!)~~~

(Max P.O.V.)

"So guys…" I began, biting my lip and running a hand through my tangled mass of hair.

"I was thinking that we go to Paris…" Alle suggested, eyes bright.

"No, how about…Russia?" a devious smiled crept onto my face as my Flock thought this over.

"Sure." Deno said, and Ammo nodded.

"Cool!" tabby exclaimed, and Josh shrugged.

Deacon didn't say anything, so I assumed it was a yes for him.

"Then to Russia we go!" I took off running, unfurling my wings and leaping into the soft blue sky.

That's when I remembered half my Flock couldn't fly…

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