A/N: Hi... I just had a very strange day for many reasons you probably don't want to hear.

Evil Yet Funny Advice Of The Day: You don't have to outrun a bear. You just have to run faster than the person next to you.

Yes, someone in my class said this in History. Someone who lost a bet and was subsequently wearing a duct tape dog collar. Hard to take them seriously after that.

Next chapter in the lovely bite sized story. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to those who reviewed, I love, love, love hearing what you think. Especially after this chapter ends...XD So. On we go...

I know I'm a lucky person. I'm surrounded by those who care for me, despite...circumstances.

"Argh." I slammed my head onto the computer desk. When Jeb said to write it all down, I thought it would help, not be the pain the you-know-what it is.

I guess I should start by telling about my circumstances.

There's no real subtle way of putting this. I'm a genetic experiement that worked. I was created to be 'super'. I know everyone's special in their own way, but I'm...really special. You see, I have wings. And they work. I can fly.

Okay. That being said. I drummed my fingers on the keyboard. What else to add? Family. Right.

I live with Jeb and Iggy and Gazzy. Jeb is the closest thing to a parent I have. And Iggy and Gazzy are the closest thing I have to brothers. They're like me.

In that they can fly.

I don't have any genetic family I know of.

So how did I become special?

It started with a group of scientists who work closely with the huge company that's pretty much taken over the world...Itex. They, for reasons known only to themselves needed super-strong assassins. Some idiot thought 'Hey! Genetic engineering! We'll MAKE one! Or two!" Or six. They made six of us.

I'm one of the lucky three that made it out alive. By that I mean

"I'm DONE!" Gazzy barged into my room. "Finally done with all that homework! I'm FREE!"

"Great." I continued staring at the screen.

"Are you really writing that diary thing Jeb wanted you to?"

"Yes," I said defensively.

"Can I read it?" He walked from the door to behind me.

"No!" I quickly x-ed the window.

"Max!"

"It's private!"

He pouted. "Fine. I'm going to watch TV." He exited my room and shut the door. I heard him walk down the stairs.

Gah. I loved Gazzy, but he had totally made me lose my train of thought there. I rubbed my head and re-opened Word, and began recovering my document.

And the door opened again.

"Hello, there," Iggy walked in and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Gazzy commandeered the TV. Said you were writing and you kicked him out."

"So you came in?"

"Exactly." Having found my document, I got up from my desk and reclined on my bed. I re-opened it, and began a new paragraph, seeing as I didn't remember where I was going with the last one. There was so much to tell...

Gazzy's really sweet, but he can be annoying, as little brothers tend to be. He's eight.

Iggy can be annoying too. He's fourteen, my age.

And he's blind. I'll explain that later.

Despite the annoying-ness, he's a great friend.

But I'm pretty sure he has more than friendship on his mind.

And I think I might too.

Word count: 481

A/N I know the summary says FAX...but be patient, young grasshoppers. All will be made clear in time.

In the meantime, review and I'll see if I can pick up the pace a bit. :P