Ok, so I didn't mean to publish the last page, well I did, but I had written up to chapter six and forgot to click the save button. Then, when I tried to delete the story, I accidentally deleted the file, so I was pretty mad. . .very mad actually. If it wasn't for people leaving reviews, I probably would not have continued the story, so thanks a bunch! The reviews simply made my day!

Oh yeah and here's this too:

Disclaimer: I do not own any thing from the Maximum Ride series or from When the Wind Blows/ The Lake House. I do not own any of the character. Even Fang, sadly.

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Chapter 5

We were flying north east, just like the Voice had told me. I figured by flying in a straight line, we would have less travel time, and that was a good thing because the fight had taken a lot out of the younger kids.

Max? said the Voice, look below you. Do you see that house?

Yeah, but---

That's the lake house. Land anywhere, there's no one around.

How do you know this? The Voice had never seemed so authoritative. It was getting really annoying real fast.

Of course there was no answer. I shouldn't set my expectations so high.

I think you'll find out soon enough. I hope we will meet soon, Max.

"WHAT?!" I cried.

"Whoa, Max. Are you okay?" Nudge was staring at me, wide-eyed.

"Oh." Did I just say that out loud?! "Ah, the Voice told me we need to land there." I dove downward, feeling Fang's eyes on me as a flew.

Voice! What are you talking about? I spun on my heels and watched the rest of the flock descend. I had figured the voice was Jeb---no, I had been sure it was. The Voice could have been lying, But something in its tone made me think otherwise. It had and eager sound. A bad eager. A scary eager.

"Uh, Max?" Gazzy's voice brought me back to reality.

"Yeah, Sweetie?"

"Um, what are we going to do now?"

I realized that while I had been trying to understand the inner workings of my mind, my flock had been standing in awkward silence, waiting for my orders.

"Oh, uh, we're going inside." I said. "Gazzy, help Iggy; these steps are tricky."

"I'll be fine on my own," Iggy muttered.

I shrugged---oops, "Iggy, I shrugging."

I went up the steps, onto the porch, and tried the door. It was unlocked. Behind me I heard a loud crash and, well, it's Iggy so you can guess what else I heard. I had to bite my lip to keep from saying 'I told you so.'

Once we were all in the house, the Flock and I began to walk down the hallway. Nudge ran her hand along the wall as we walked and smiled.

"Max and the other kids were here. They felt so happy and safe," she said.

We were just about to enter the kitchen when Iggy motioned for us to stop. Then I heard it, the sound of the front door shutting. I looked around. There were no windows, no doors, no nothing. We were trapped and it was all my fault. Suddenly I heard voices;

"H-hey?"

"Hello?"

"Who's there?"

Then two of the most beautiful people I have ever seen came walking down the hallway. They froze when they saw us. The pair was a boy and a girl, both about my age. The girl had long, fine hair, so blond it was almost white. The hair framed a face so beautiful it hurt to look at. Intense blue eyes stared out inquisitively, while full, red lips pursed in fear. The boy was no less in comparison. A shock of sandy hair fell into his gorgeous eyes, which were the color of the sea after a storm. He had a lean, muscular body, which he held in a tall, assured manner. They were inhumanly beautiful, probably because they weren't human. I could see wings sprouting off both of their arms, the feathers, which were almost an opal color, shone. I heard Iggy gasp; Angel must have sent him a mental image.

I extended my wing a little so they could get the scent, then fully extended it into view. I watched the children's eyes widen. Finally the boy spoke:

"I'm Ozymandias and this is my sister Frances Jane."

"I'm Max." I said, but something in Ozymadias's look made me add, "No, not that Max." As his eyes fell. "But we want to find her, that is me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, The Gasman, and Angel." I said, pointing to each flock member as I spoke their name.

"We'll help too," he said. I was startled. Ok, sure, go ahead and invite your self, its not like we could possibly mind. Then I realized that Max was his mother, and, well, if my mom went missing, I'd do anything to get her back.

We stood in silence for a moment, then Ozymandias said, "We should go tell Kit."

His sister nodded, then spoke for the first time, "Yes, Kit will know what to do." She turned to us, "Kit was our caretaker when everyone else had gone. You can trust him. We'd trust him with our lives."

I looked at Angel and she nodded.

"Ok," I agreed, "We'll go."

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So the flock is going to see Kit, what do you think. I can't imagine what Kit's reaction will be, but that's just part of the fun of writing!

A cookie to whom who can guess what story book character Ozymandias (man, that name is long to type!) is modeled after!