A/N: Hi again. I finally decided to update since it is my last week of break and I didn't want to leave you guys hanging. Thanks for the reviews! Haha, I love them. I never get reviews, possibly because I stink? Hmm, you never know. This will be in Fang's P.O.V.

Chapter 1: Not What I Wanted To Hear

A Week Earlier

We were flying over a wasteland. Truly, I would never call any land a wasteland, but Nebraska was the exception. It was all corn and grass and then it was hills of sand. Talk about odd, and you have to remember I've been a few places in my 25 years. Plus I never thought the weather could be more unpredictable. It was raining one second and blazing hot the next and then it was snowing. Bird kids hate snow, trust me.

"I think we're in need of a break."

In response I got a bunch of 'Agreed', 'Yeah!', and 'I have to relieve myself.' That was my flock, weird and hilarious at the same time. I didn't mind being leader; it was a hard and thankless job, but I could deal. I never knew what to say to compliments and thank yous. We landed outside a small town along a dead highway. It's true what those country singers say about their towns, they do look very sleepy. Barely any one was out and about. We landed in a group of trees. Another thing about Nebraska, there wasn't many trees.

"Food first" I announced.

I looked around at my flock. There were only five of us, including me. But we could were just as good as any other flock.

Sonya was a strong willed 14 year old. She was a bird kid, just like me. She was tall and skinny, like any other mutated bird kid. She had long red hair and was light skinned. The funny part was, we knew each other before she became a part of my flock. We helped her escape from The Institute in New York. Small world, eh? She was quiet, but not shy. I think she was more like me, just didn't like to say a lot. She had a few developing powers. She could move objects, but only if she could stay still for long enough and kept concentrated. It was just going to take practice.

Then there was Blaze. He was a fiery 17 year old with a temper. He had more attitude than all of us put together. If we were normal human beings, he'd be an actor or a poet or something along those lines. He was a bigger drama queen than most of the girls, but would put up a fight if he believed in it. Strangely enough, he wasn't just part bird, he was part fox. You could tell in his fox-like facial features and his sneakiness. Blaze could look you in the eye and convince you to do anything, his gift was almost like Angel's, but he couldn't read minds. He came from Florida, I found him in an ally eating out of a dumpster. I never have seen a kid enjoy food more than him. Before I found him he was shipped here from Germany for testing but his plane crashed and he was the only one to survive. Scary stuff right?

Tex was the biggest mutant bird kid I've ever seen. Like Blaze, he also had more than just bird, Tex was 2% horse. He wasn't just called Tex for nothing. Even though he was the biggest, he could outrun us all. His wings were longer than mine. They were dark brown, and almost looked black when the sun hit them just right. Even though his wings were brown, he had long blonde hair; people told him he looked like Bret Micheals. I don't think it's a good thing. He loved to get his hands on cowboy hats. I guess that's what would come with being part horse and being named Tex. He was the fighter of our group. He was our expert on good moves to use and weapons. He was a few years younger than me at about, 23. I found him down in Texas, weird huh? He was the first one I found after I ditched out of Max's flock. He was being chased by angry farmers, go figure huh? Before I found him he was some rich guys pet.

My eyes met with the last girl in the group. Her name was Harley. She was about 24, closer to my age than the rest of my flock. She had icy blue eyes and long brown hair. I never thought anyone else could live up to Max, but she was close. She wasn't just brains. She had the athletic body that all the bird kids had, but she made it work. She didn't look disgustingly skinny and she worked with her height. She fought with Tex and showed him she was more than just a girl and could take him on in basketball and sand volleyball. She wasn't all bird kid either, just like Tex and Blaze. She was 2% lemur. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, lemur? She's the best tree climber I've ever seen. She's also special, to me at least. She was only in the dog crate for 4 years until her real mother swooped in and rescued her. She died trying. So Harley could have been a long lost flock member. But I was almost positive she wasn't. We ran in to each other in Ohio. I'm serious; we actually hit each other going about 100 mph. We were pretty beat up. She had Sonya with her and I had Tex with me. We were almost perfect for each other.

You'd think since they're more than part bird kid, they'd have fur or something seriously wrong with them. Nope. They look perfectly normal; they have hair in all the normal places. They were some of the first successful experiments that were more than just birds or wolves. The world was changing and we were changing with it.

"Fang, come on!" Sonya called. She was leading the group into the small town. I jogged to catch up as I caught up to the group Tex started talking to me.

"What were you staring at?" Tex questioned, eyeing me.

"Just thinking."

"I've never see anyone that's done more thinkin' then you!"

I heard a snicker come from Harley. She smiled at me innocently.

"Thinking is good, it's better than just acting." Thanks for the daily haiku, just what us mutants needed!

Tex snorted and followed Blaze and Sonya into the gas station. Harley smiled at me before entering, and I was the last one in. The farmers stared at us; they probably weren't use to such odd kids in their gas station with no parents.

"Fang, Fang over here! Look!" Blaze was squealing like a 6 year old in a candy store. I sighed and followed the girly squeals. I knew that was where I'd find the 17 year old girl who loves Justin Bieber. Before I even asked what was going on. I got a bag of bacon sun flower seeds shoved in my face. I almost died and went to heaven. Did I mention how much I loved bacon? I don't think I've missed any food more than bacon. Bacon was my life, my love, my everything. Well it had been ever since I lost my everything 10 years ago. Scratch that, I left my everything. I'm such a smart guy.

I bought 5 bags. Sunflower seeds weren't big, and we couldn't just get our hands on bacon, it was expensive these days. So I decided it was necessary to stock up. Sadly, it wasn't as good as real bacon, but it was close enough. The bags would be gone in the next week, maybe even sooner if Blaze decided to steal my food.

We were walking into a group of trees we landed in, when out of nowhere my favorite person on earth appeared, Jeb Batchelder. Did you really think he was my favorite person? Didn't think so. I tried to make myself look bigger and stronger, but I was a skinny mutated bird kid.

"What do you want?" I snarled. I wanted to attack him. He was causing me so much pain, I could barely take it. So many memories, I let out quiet whimper, I felt bad for everyone I had left. Everyone in my current flock gave me a look that said 'Did you really just whimper? There's not even bacon around!'

"It's your turn Fang." Jeb had this creepy smile on and I froze like a deer in headlights. This was not what I wanted and I knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Fang, do you know this dude?"

I nodded slowly before saying, "What do you mean?"

"It's your turn to save the world Fang." I almost punched him.

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Our briefing was short. Jeb had driven us to a small building outside of town where a bunch of government dudes told us our fate, or that's what they said it was anyway. I guess they had flocks like us all over the world 'Saving the day' or whatever. It was annoying that they had minors and young mutants doing the government's work. Stupid, lazy, son of a gun assholes.

So I guess there's this girl trying to take over the world, yada yada yada. But she's got powers that normal people don't have and she has a huge group of followers and plans on trying to get the president on her side or something. I was terrible at listening at briefings, too long, too boring.

The rest of my flock was jittery. None of them have ever been asked to save the world. They all showed it in different ways. Tex was flexing, Blaze was chattering about how this was destiny, Sonya was singing, and Harley wasn't doing anything differently, but you could see it in her eyes. As we walked out of the building, Sonya turned to me and asked, "Fang, why don't you seem excited?"

The flock didn't know much about my past. I never let on that I had one. I just shrugged at her. "I am, can't you tell?"

She stared at me for a long time.

"Sure."

Phew, let that one slip past me. We then took to the sky, ready to face our first adventure together.

Jeb had directed us to Montana; Bearcreek to be exact. I wikied it and found out that around 83 people lived there and it used to be a mining town until a freak accident. Sounded evil enough to me, but why in Montana? Why not closer to the president or something important? Whoever was running this show needed a few pointers, but I wasn't planning on handing out any.

We were off to Montana, whether I liked it or not.

A/N: I wasn't really sure how to portray Fang. I tried to make him dark and quiet, but still brave and not afraid to speak up. How do you think I did?

Bearcreek, Montana is a real place just so you know. There is no space separated Bearcreek. I wikied it. Wikied = Wikipedia searching just in case you didn't know.

The next chapter will also be about Fang's flock and catch everyone up to speed about what position they're in when Max swoops in to save the day.

I hoped I'm making the story make sense; I don't want it to get all confusing.

Criticism always accepted if it's put nicely.

R&R