A/N: Okay, after I got a few follows and reviews, I took that as a "yes, I want more". So, here's chapter two for ya! [Also, I don't have time to reply to your awesome reviews, so I reply here! :)]

IHaveASparklyFace: Kind of. The chapters are mixed together, and edited, but overall, yes.

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Chapter 2

In less than 10 minutes, we were packed, dressed in modern clothes, and driving to the middle

of nowhere.

"Where are we going?" I asked, for the millionth time.

As usual, no one answered.

"I'm hungry. Can't we stop at a restaurant or something?"

Again, there was silence.

Before I could ask something else, Sabrina asked, "We might as well stop at a gas station, Doc. My wings are getting a cramp, and I think this car needs gas."

I had to agree with her. Doc instructed us to fold our wings, which made them look invisible. No one could see the wings, but the owner of the wings could feel them. My wings were stiff from sitting in the same position for so long.

I thought no one would answer her, but instead, Doc replied, "You're right, Sabrina. In fact, there's a gas station in just a few miles. We'll stop there."

"After we stop at the gas station, can we go to a restaurant?" I asked, to keep the conversation going.

No one answered.

After a few minutes, we did reach the gas station. Well, it was supposed to be a gas station anyway. It looked more like those really old, like 1900's gas stations. I think they forgot that the 21st Century came along. Doc parked, and we all got off. He handed us some dollar bills, and whispered, "Be careful."

"C'mon, Doc. Those society killing freaks won't break into a rusty gas station bathroom and kill a couple of kids!" I comforted him.

But the look he gave me said that those killing freaks would do just that.

We walked into the store, which actually looked like modern 21st Century stores. Sabrina went into the Girl's, and I walked into the Boy's bathroom. Fortunately, no one was there. I quickly locked myself into a stall, and unfurled my wings. That felt better. The stall was big enough to flap my wings, and after a good five minutes, I walked out innocently, towards the vending machine.

I might as well wait for Sabrina. I bought a Coke and made my way towards the bakery section, casually glancing towards the Girl's Bathroom. Why was she taking so long?

As I reached for the doughnuts, a firm hand grabbed my shoulder.

I whirled around, lifting my arm, ready to throw the Coke bottle. Instead, that arm got pinned behind my back, and I stared face to face with a man. He looked like any average man, with brown hair and eyes. He had huge muscles, and he showed it off. He had a dark checkered shirt, and ripped jeans.

He glared. "Were you really gonna throw that bottle at me?"

I grimaced. He was pinching my arm. "I . . . I. . . well, you just caught me by surprise."

He huffed, "By surprise, eh? And who're you?"

I shrugged, "Why do you care?" I shouldn't have said that, because he just clenched my arm tighter. He glared and growled at me. "You think you're so cool, don't ya? Is it because of your power, that makes you think you're better? Huh?"

He was waiting for an answer. I tried to play innocent, "My power? Throwing a Coke bottle isn't exactly called a power."

Another pinch. Tears welled into my eyes, but I fought them back.

"Kid, you're comin' with me," He didn't wait for my answer. Instead, he twisted me, and threw me over his shoulder. He definitely was strong.

"Let me go! Let me go, you ugly, dumb-" I kept yelling at the top of my lungs and kept hitting him with my fists and feet. He didn't even flinch.

Where was Sabrina and Doc? Where was everyone when I needed the help?

He continued to walk to the back of the gas station. "Whose car is that?" He pointed towards Doc's car. I almost sighed, but stopped myself in time. Doc and Sabrina are safe. But, where the heck were they?

"That's mine. I drove it over here." I winced. I wish I could have come with a better lie.

Maybe he didn't care, because he didn't ask anything after that. Instead, he threw me in the backseat of his black car, that was parked behind some bushes. Just before he closed the door, a big fist came at my face. And then it was black.

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I woke up, groggily and groaning. I was laying on some hard surface, in a very bright place. My eyes wouldn't open, so I tried to hear the voices that seemed to be above me.

"He's waking up." A deep, low voice informed. Why does it sound so familiar?

"I know that!" A higher voice snapped, "He's not opening his eyes, though."

I tried to tell them it was too bright.

"What's he saying?" the higher voice asked. That voice definitely belonged to a woman.

"It sounds like he's saying 'he wants to write'."

"Write? What?"

I groaned again and blurted with all the energy I had, "Bright!"

"Oh! Bright!" the woman squeaked. A few seconds later, the lights dimmed, and I was able to open my eyes.

"Better." I mumbled, and struggled to get up. I was in a steel room, with steel walls, a steel door, with a huge steel lock. I was lying on a steel bed, too. Before me stood the man from the gas station and a skinny woman with a clipboard. She had her brown hair in a messy bun, and wore white, shirt, skirt and heels. The guy didn't look anything different and still had that checkered shirt.

"Where's my Coke? I spent a buck on that you know!" I complained.

They looked at each other, surprised. I guess that wasn't exactly what they were expecting from a teen who just got kidnapped.

"Oh, sweetie, we can buy you another one." She gave me one of the worst fake smiles. I immediately didn't like her. Well, I didn't like both of them in the first place, anyway.

She extended her hand. "I'm Doctor Ann."

What was she expecting? A hand shake? Really? I just stared at her.

"Ahem," the guy cleared his throat as Ann pulled her hand away, "Chuck."

I couldn't help but snort. That name fit him perfectly. I guess he didn't get my sense of humor, because, suddenly, he banged the steel bed.

Teeth gritted, he growled, "Boy, show us your power."

"My power? What, like stealing things, you mean?" I tried to act as innocent as a powerful, able-to-fly, teen would be.

"Show us your wings." He demanded, forcibly.

How did he know I have wings? I folded my arms, "Look. One, I'm a runaway. Two, I wish I had powers and wings, but I don't. Three, can I go home now?" I was almost whining.

Chuck's face turned red. Before he could yell though, Ann stepped in front of him and said, "Let him have some time to think."

I thought he'd just shove her away and yell at me anyway, but instead, he just shrugged and lowered his arm.

"I'll come back, boy, and you better have some good answers." He threatened, before he locked the door shut.

"Yipee." I muttered.

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I woke up to some sort of hum. Someone was with me, singing, but I couldn't see who it was. I got off the bed, anxious. Instantly, the humming stopped, and I stopped as well.

"Hey, you're awake."

I whirled around, towards the soft, humorous voice, but no one was there. "Who . . . who are you?"

"I'm Matt Greensburg. You?" The voice was coming in front of me. I was sure of it. Hesitating, I lifted my arms in front of me and waved my hands around.

I felt really stupid, and asked the air in front of me, "Why . . . why can't I see you?"

The voice laughed, "Because I'm invisible, duh!" Suddenly, a boy appeared in front of me, just a few inches away from my hands. He had messy black hair, green eyes, and dark, tanned skin. He looked like he was around sixteen. I gaped at him, mouth open in surprise. He hopped onto the bed, and asked, "So, you're power is Flying, huh?"

I frowned, "No. I don't even know why everyone is asking me that!"

He rolled his eyes, "You can stop the act now. Everyone knows you're Maxwell Peter Davidson. And that you can fly."

I huffed, a little annoyed, "Stalker."

He laughed, "Well, if you have powers, everyone will stalk you." Suddenly, he became serious. "Do you know why you're here?"

I sighed, "Uh, aren't you going to kill me?"

Matt's eyes got wide in shock, "No! We'd never do that! Why do you think I'm still alive?"

I looked up at him, confused, "But . . . but, isn't there a society that kills people with powers?"

Matt nodded, "There is. But, there's a different society, too, you know. And that's us. We don't kill people with powers, or I'd already be dead two years ago."

"Then . . . what do you do?"

Matt's eyes twinkled, "We use our powers to kill the other society!"

I rolled my eyes, "So we still kill."

Matt shrugged, "Well, if we don't, then they'll kill us."

"I'm confused."

Matt sighed, "Ok, let's start from the beginning. Once, there were 100 people who had different powers. They, I mean, we, were called lots of names. Servant of God, Angels, but, now, everyone calls us Zarleans."

"Zarleans?" I asked, "I'm a Zarlean?" That name sounded cool and powerful.

"Yep. So am I. Anyway, some Zarleans were good. Some were evil. These evil Zarleans almost destroyed the world. Then, these humans," Matt gave a disgusted face, "created a society called Banishers. They go around killing Zarleans, even the good and innocent ones! Soon, when there were barely 200, or so, Zarleans left, another group of humans stepped up. They were called Fighters, and they were trying to protect all the Zarleans. Evil or good."

"Like Doc," I blurted.

"Who?"

I shook my head, "Nothing. Keep going."

Matt shrugged, and started where he left off, "But, though they were fighting for a good cause, they were weak and small. The Banishers went after them, too. Finally, a third society was created and they were called Dark Rangers. They wanted to defeat the Banishers and kill the evil Zarleans. Thats us, by the way."

"Us?" I questioned. I knew I didn't join the Dark Rangers.

"I mean . . . like . . . all Zarleans have joined the Dark Rangers." He lamely explained.

"Not everyone." I replied, truthfully.

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but just then the door banged open, and Chuck came in.

"So, you know a Zarlean on the Fighter's Side, huh? And that 'Doc' dude, too. Right?" Chuck asked, closing the door.

Surprised, I asked, "How-"

"The walls are made of steel, but that doesn't mean you can't listen from them." Chuck replied, already knowing what my question was before I could ask it.

"So maybe I do know a Zarlean and someone else from Fighters. So what?" I glared at Chuck. He was really getting on my nerves.

"Watch your voice, boy, and Ann isn't here to stop me." He walked over to Matt. "Go to the other Zarleans and tell them one more is gonna join them."

Matt nodded, "Ok, Chuck." He jumped out, opening the door, locking it, and ran out.

Chuck sat on the bed, "So, Maxwell. You can fly?"

I decided to tell him the truth, because he already knew the answer and everything. "Yeah."

"Since when? And can I see them?"

"I just learned I had wings today. I haven't tried to fly yet." I unfurled my wings and flapped them around, gently. I decided not to tell Chuck I actually did try, and that I crashed onto the ceiling because of that.

Chuck whistled, "Nice wings, there Maxwell."

"Thanks." I admired my wings, too.

"No wonder you're so confused. You just learned today! But, how did you not know? Every Zarlean knows their power right when they're born!" He paused, thinking, "Your family must have hid it from you."

I shook my head, "No, I came from a human family."

"There has to be a drop of Zarlean blood somewhere in your family!"

I thought for a moment. Did anyone in my family act odd? Like, Zarlean odd? No. Then a thought struck me. "I was adopted."

Chuck stared at me, surprised, "Adopted? Maxwell, do you know how important that is? What's your biological last name, then?"

I suddenly felt really stupid. Why hadn't I asked this before? "Um . . . I don't know," I replied, sheepishly. "They never liked to talk about the whole adoption thing, and my past."

Chuck rubbed his forehead in annoyance, "I need to know why your biological parents left you."

"I never said they left me!" I retorted, hotly.

"Well, I need to know how you got to the adoption center in the first place. They could have tried to save you from Banishers, or could have tried to save themselves, by sending you away."

"Hey!"

"Or, the Banishers killed one of your parents, or both, and one of them, or someone else, was able to put you in the adoption center." Chuck finished.

I snorted, "Like in the movies? You know, in Kung Fu Panda 2 or Harry Potter?"

"I was serious."

"So was I."

Chuck sighed, "Who do you stay with now?"

"You." I rolled my eyes because the answer was so obvious.

"I mean, do you usually live with your adopted family?"

"Usually, yeah."

"What's your Father's full name?"

I hesitated, realizing what Chuck was planning to do. He wanted to ask Dad about my real parents. "He's not going to tell you."

"And why not?"

"'Hey, sir, you're Max's father aren't you? Well, I was wondering if you could tell me who's Max's real father is, 'cause, like, he might have been a Zarlean, and Max is a Zarlean, too. We kinda need to know why Max ended up in an adoption in the first place. Like, did the Banishers attack them? Oh yeah, speaking about Banishers, you might want to hide, 'cause the Banishers are looking for Max and might kill you in the process. We hid Max in a prison cell, so he's safe for now.'" I mimicked Chuck's low voice, and the possible conversation he could have with Dad.

Chuck laughed, and rolled his eyes, "I'm not that stupid-"

I coughed.

He glared, "All I need to do is to disguise myself as some adoption person and Ann would be my assistant. By now, your family probably got police looking for you. So, if an adopted kid goes missing, the adoption center gets involved, too, right? So, I can find out who's your biological family."

That plan sounded so much better than what I had in mind. The plan sounded promising, and besides, it's not like Chuck couldn't find out who I live with anyway. "Frank Davidson."

"Perfect." Chuck got off the bed and walked towards the door. Just before he left, he turned around and smiled.

Whoa. Scary.

"C'mon. It's time you met the other Zarleans."

A/N: There. :)

And, just for fun, let's see who can answer the Riddle of the Day!

I never was, am always to be,

No one ever saw me, nor ever will

And yet I am the confidence of all,

To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.

What am I?

There it is! Please review your answers! :D