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Fang: Whatever

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Fang: Make it two. Pureevanescence does not own Maximum Ride because she's here writing this story. She does own all of her crazed OCs and the plot that is sure to come. Cookies?

Chapter 3: Where's my sweet tea?

My group of now four was heading to the disaster area. I had no clue what so ever about what had happened. The streets were torn and cracked. People were running, children screaming. But more importantly, I really need my MacaD's sweet tea. Cookie suddenly took the lead and dive bombed to the ground.

"Cookie, what are you doing?" I yelled. That's when the group split.

"Geronimo!" Sparkle crowed and followed Cookie. Pipsqueak silently followed. Giving up on waiting for them to come back, I followed the three into the carnage. When my feet touched the ground, a familiar light took over my vision. A little girl, no more than seven, fell through the ground and into sewer. A brunette appeared and began hysterically looking for something. The little girl is my guess. The past event ended.

"Angel!" I heard calling in the distance. I flew that way. Many other voices joined in calling that name. When I walked into the square, avian hybrids were all over, searching for Angel.

"Max, we've been at this for hours. Let's rest for a bit." A strawberry blond suggested.

"No! We need to keep searching for Angel. We have to." Max said. Upon looking at her, I could tell she was the brunette from the vision.

"Max I found something!" Another voice called. Max ran over to the girl. Said girl held up a pure white feather.

"I think it's Angel's feather." The teen explained.

"Where exactly did you find this, Robyn?" Max asked.

"I'll show you!" And then she turned into a wolf. What in the name of sweet tea just happened? I blinked a few times before looking back to the scene. A group of birdkids was surrounding a hole in the ground leading to the sewers.

"Nothing. I can't hear any breathing coming from down there." The strawberry blond said.

"Iggy your hearing could be messed up or something with all the commotion." Max snapped. Two teen guys flew down from the rooftops.

"There's no sign of the Doomsday Group." A tall, falcon-winged guy said and he winked at Robyn. I could have sworn I saw the other guy glare.

"You're back Nick!" Robyn said and practically glomped him. The blondie was seething at that point.

"Hey! Are you stalking someone?" A voice wondered from behind. I started and hit a trashcan. All heads in the square turned to me.

"Sparkle, I'm so going to kill you." Was all I could say before we were surrounded.

"Who are you?" Max demanded with an air of authority. Sparkle decided it was movie quoting time again.

"We are not the droids you're looking for." She said, mimicking the two finger wave. Head, meet solid brick wall.

"That would work if Cookie were here, but she's not." I whispered to Sparkle.

"I know, but it's so much fun to do."

"Are you apart of the Doomsday group? Where's Angel?" Max questioned.

"Well she might be," I answered, pointing at Sparkle, "she has problems with explosives."

"High five!" Iggy and an eight-year-old commented from a ledge above us.

"Not now guys." The jealous blond from before scolded.

"But Graaaaaaant!" The smaller of the two whined.

"Gazzy, I'm serious."

"And I'm joking. Hahaha!" Gazzy replied. Sparkle and I looked at each other. Then, she had an escape idea.

"There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you." Sparkle said in a deep voice. Was she quoting…? Oh I just had to play along. "Luke, you have not yet realized your importance. You have only begun to discover your power." Everyone was looking at us like WTH? "Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive-" I was seriously trying not to laugh. I bet they thought we were insane. Really, doesn't anyone watch Starwars anymore?

"I'll never join you!" I yelled.

"If you only knew the power of the dark side." Sparkle said as we started acting our way to the top of the building. The others were so shocked they didn't notice. After a few tense sentences we were at the finally.

"He told me enough. He said that you killed him!"

"No! I am…your…. Newest best friend!" They all gasped at this new news.

"No! That's not true. It's impossible!" And with that, we flew straight up. "We met less than an hour ago! I already knew we were friends." I complained.

"I have a flare for the dramatic." Where have I heard that? I stole a glance behind us to see we were being followed.

"Evasive ninja skills!" Sparkle laughed and flew in spazzing motions. I banked left and came face to face with a swarm of bees. I began swatting in random directions to shoo them away. Sparkle flew up next to me. "What are you doing? The people are right there!" She said pointing.

"But…" Then it hit me. I couldn't feel the bees at all. An illusion? Then I saw the guy, Nick, flying several meters away. Robyn and Grant came up from behind. However, Grant doubled over, holding his leg. Pipsqueak appeared next to Sparkle with a triumphant look on her face. Cookie then sped in using her adrenaline increase ability.

"Wait a second. Remind me, why are we fighting?" I asked. We all glanced at each other and shrugged. "Let's all just slow down and drink some sweet tea." Besides, I really do need some tea. Laughter broke the tension between us all.

"So, who are you?" Robyn asked.

"Role call!" Cookie called.

"Grant."

"Nick."

"Robyn."

"Sparkle!"

"Cookie!"

"Pipsqueak."

"Jay." I finished.

"Ooooh oooooh! I have an idea! We should all make a flock!" Sparkle declared. The three newcomers nodded.

"Sure, why not." Nick said. Grant stuck his hand out. Robyn's on top, then Nick's and soon all our hands were stacked. All at once we threw them in the air. Maybe, just maybe, we could be a dysfunctional family.