Two: {507}

We packed up our things and got ready to investigate the mysterious 'Mountain Dot'. Another had appeared, so I wanted to figure out what it was. Fast.

As we went to take off, I called out for Total, our cute (as Angel says) charcoal black Scottie terrier. Did I want to have to lug his furry butt around the skies? Nope. Could we, a group of runaway children, afford to keep a dog? Nu-uh. Do we do these things anyway? Yes sir-e-bob! By penalty of Death from Angel. That child can be SCARY!!!!!!

Anyhoo, when I called for him, Total didn't come. Weird. Usually he leaps enthusiastically into my arms as I leap into the skies. I called to Fang and Iggy, who had already done a U and A. Neither of them had him, I bit my lip, worried that Angel would find out and refuse to move 'till we found him.

Sneakily, I took a big black rock, put it in my backpack and hoped that Angel wouldn't notice. If she did, I'd just say that he was sleeping. God, I have to get my lying under control.

For those of you who picked this book up, even though it says on the cover that this is book SIX of a SERIES, Welcome. Don't put this down, or click away. Even if what you've read just makes you go, "I'm sorry, WHAT???", Do Not Let Go. More than one life depends on it.

The mutant thing I keep mentioning? Me and my family; Iggy is 14 and Blind, Angel's seven, The Gasman, age 8 (Don't ask. Just... just don't ask. And whatever you do, STAY UPWIND), Nudge, miss Motor-mouth Magnet girl herself, is 11, and myself and Fang, who are 14. Me and my Flock grew up in a lab called The School, in dog crates. We managed to escape about 4, nearly five years ago. It all has to do with the giant wings that stick out of our backs. During our stay at The School, We ended up 98% human, 2% bird.

You might think, "Cool! I want wings! I WANT WINGS!". No, ya don't. You don't want to be chased halfway around the world by at first, half wolf, half human killers called Erasers, and now by the Robot replacements, Flyboys, or M-Geeks.

Now you're grinning, thinking about flying halfway around the world. Well, technically, we haven't. We've been all around America, to Hawaii, to Antarctica, and through England, and some other places in Western Europe. That's it. Not India, or China, Africa, Hungary, places like that.

Stop it. You're annoying me now. One more smart look/comment, I'm knocking your block off.

That's IT!!!

Fang: Max. Stop it. It's just a giggly weirdo. Concentrate on the good readers. It's what I do. *whispers* ALL THE TIME... *looks around all shifty like*

Get off me! Jeez, Fang just held me back from attacking random guy over there. Still, it warmed me up for a fight. F that's what the mountain dot is. Hopefully.


Okay guys! No reviews yet, but I only posted the first chapter less than 2 mins ago. No, I might not be able to put up new stuff every day. May I point out that the person who told me to put this up was Futurecullenvampire, who has a story up too! Read hers, as she is a REALLY good writer, but a REALLY slow typer, so be patient!

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