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Max's POV:

I had that freaking note that stupid bird kid with that dumb perfect hair wrote memorized because I read it so much. And I had no idea why. But you know what sucks the most? I still cry every time I read it. Every. Single. Time.

"Max," I heard that small, familiar voice say, "you're crying again."

It was Angel. I didn't even have to turn around to know that.

I wiped away my tears, trying to put on that tough face they were all accustomed to but utterly failed. "I know, sweetie. But don't worry. I'm okay." Another complete and total lie.

I wondered what Fang was doing right now, then mentally slapped myself. Why did I still care about that stupid jerk? He left me. He left us. Right after I cried my eyes out because I finally had him again, after we saved him from death. And then he just left.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and followed it up to meet the deep pools of blue eyes that were staring down at me with concern. "Max, are you okay?"

It was Dylan.

I didn't know who I hated more—Dylan or Fang? I'd like to say Dylan, because he "claims" he was created to be my other half, and he claimed it when I was still happily in love with Fang.

But now I wasn't so sure.

I mean, Dylan was here trying to comfort me, while Fang was off doing God knows what.

I looked at the tear-stained note and did to it what I was going to with my past: I threw it in the garbage can.

Fang's POV:

Hands stuffed in my pockets, staring down at my feet as they crunched dead leaves that were on the trail, Ever and I walked through the woods.

It was a chilly night, though I didn't mind. We said nothing, just merely walked along the leaf ridden path.

I clenched my fists. Everything reminded me of Max. I started to feel the idea creeping up in my mind stating that I should go back, that I did the wrong thing.

But it was too late now. Everyone would be mad, no one would accept me again. And I didn't want to return, I couldn't. Not after what Dylan told me.

I hadn't noticed, but apparently I was still clenching my fists, my brows furrowed, looking angry and…lonely.

"Something the matter?" I heard Ever say. "You look stressed."

I looked at her from the top of my eyes through my hair. "It's nothing." Another lie.

Ever nodded slowly and then averted her eyes, and after what seemed like an eternity of silence she spoke. "You know, you really are a horrible liar. I can tell by your eyes. And I can also tell what has gotten you so upset."

I glared at her. "Oh, so you can? What are you, a mind reader like Angel? Is that what the School made you?"

Ever laughed, making the blood in veins boil.

"No, I'm not a mind reader. It's just plainly obvious. You miss them, you miss your Flock, or whatever you called it." A slow smile crept up Ever's face. "You're so easy to read."

I clenched my fists harder. "I did what I had to do and I have no regrets! Stop acting like I'm a book you just love to read!"

Ever smiled and looked up at the full moon. The tops of the trees blinded the light and just a few slivers of silver threads escaped and were shining down on the path in front of us.

"Has anyone ever told you that you get irritated easily?" She said oh, so casually and continued to stare at the small patches of sky that were visible through the tops of trees. Every few seconds a leaf would fall from the top and land ever so slowly on the bottom.

I thought about. Usually I kept my cool, stayed calm for as long as I could. "Actually, no, they haven't."

Ever's lips twitched into a sly smile. "So what is it about me that changes you so drastically?"

I gave her my death glare. "It's your fault that you're so annoying."

A giggle burst through her lips and she said nothing after that.

Once we walked in agonizing long silence for what seems like centuries, Ever was the first to talk. "Can I see them?"

I looked over with a confused gaze and arched a brow. "See what?"

"Your wings."

I was stunned to silence.

We merely stared at each other for a long time before she said, "Well?"

"Why? Why do you want to see them?"

Ever shrugged a shoulder, making her long, glossy black curtain of hair move off her shoulders and onto her back. "Merely curious is all. I'd like to see what the School exactly turned you into."

Well, what could be the harm? After all Ever was a fellow…mutant.

So I rolled my shoulder, letting my wings unfold from the slits in my shirt. I rolled my shoulders, making the pain of keeping them concealed for so long drift away. It felt so good to finally let them loose.

Ever's eyes grew the size of saucers. "Oh my goodness," she whispered softly. "They're…they're…"

The silver glow of the moon made it seem like my dark feathers were a navy blue.

For some reason, I wanted to know what Ever was thinking right now…what her first impression of who I truly am was.

Ever's POV:

My first impression? I can honestly say he looked like a dark, angel of death as his black as night wings matched his dark hair and dark eyes that he stared at me with, cold as stone, showing no emotion.

It was beautiful, in it's own sinister way.

"They're…amazing," I breathed, edging closer to his long wings. He had a wingspan of nearly fourteen feet.

I touched his feathers and he looked at me over his shoulder, eyeing me carefully, as if not trusting me.

He jerked his shoulder back, so his wings flew from my touch. I eyed him, curious.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool, but what's your 'secret'?" He made air quotes around the word and said it as if it held venom to it. "What're you hiding? You saw what I really am…Now tell me, Ever, what are you, really?"

My green emerald eyes scanned his dark ones. "Like I said, Fang…" I walked ever closer to him, making him back up, his back hitting the trunk of the tree, emitting an oof noise from his mouth. "That's for you to find out."

And with that I walked away, leaving a snarl on his face and a glare in his eye.

Fang's POV:

I slept in the forest that night, having nowhere to go. It was a chilly night, so I sat under a tree, hugging my knees, my head laying on top of them as I tried desperately to fall asleep, but failed from the cool breeze that swept over me.

Ever was probably in some fancy hotel while I was here all alone, with nothing and no one but myself.

The next day, at three o'clock, I was interviewing Aaron Lite, the blackbelt. After a long, boring interview session, I finally officially let him in. Three was enough for me, I didn't like big crowds anyway—even though in the Flock we had six, including Total. If we included Dylan it'd be seven…but I didn't consider him a member of the Flock, anyway.

Ever and Aaron met, and they didn't immediately start bickering like Ever and I did.

Aaron had long, dirty blond hair that stopped just short of his hazel eyes, and a cocky smirk accompanied his face.

Because he was reading my blog he already knew about the School and the wings and whatnot so I had nothing to hide.

"So where do you sleep?" He asked, as Ever, Aaron, and I stopped to get some lunch that he said was "on him".

"Anywhere. A tree…an alley…whatever is available," I replied, stuffing myself with McDonald's french-fries.

He nearly spat out his soda. "Really? Aw, man, that sucks. You can stay at my place if ya want."

I cocked an eyebrow. "And where exactly is your place?"

"Er…not too far from here, really. Maybe about two hours?" A slow grin appeared on his face. "The lovely lady can come if she wants, too."

The "lovely lady" narrowed her cat-like green eyes and said, "In your dreams."

I wondered why I started to dislike this guy already.

~So I guess its going pretty good…but this is just pretty much an intro to the to all the new characters, so it'll get better next chapter, when the actual plot moves along! Tell me EVERYTHING you think so I know where this should go and stuff…Oh, and every time you read this, but don't review, Barney will haunt you for the rest of your life O.O