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Maximum Ride – Twilight Crossover

Chapter 3: The Kid Has Wings Too

(Fang POV)

"I don't know what to do, Fang," she whispered to me as we flew over First Beach. "Jeb keeps on throwing stuff at me. Itex. Global Warming. Nuclear—ARGH!!"

"MAX!" I shouted, as I tucked my wings in to dive-bomb after her plummeting self. I could here the younger kids screaming after us. I was just a couple of yards away from catching her when I saw him. There was a boy, well not exactly "boy" since he was well-built, taller than Iggy, and his eyes shown so much experience (he reminded me of us, minus the wings and plus on the much bigger muscles), sitting on a piece of driftwood, staring at the water. I unfurled my wings and just hovered there, watching Max fall. I quickly flew to the rest of the flock and ushered them to the forest that lay near the shore.

God. I don't know what to do. Sigh. And now I sound like Max, not that that's bad. I couldn't risk revealing the rest of us. If I flew down there earlier to get Max, the boy would have seen me and my wings; therefore, he'd look up and see the rest of the flock. But leaving Max to fall there wasn't any better either. Maybe I should have just gotten her and flew away…

"No, Fang. But if he saw us the whole flock, no doubt that we'll be in tomorrow's newspaper." Angel said, putting herself on my lap.

"The boy could hurt her. We need to—"

"He didn't seem bad, Fang," Nudge said. "I couldn't sense any evil in him. He was just really sad before he saw her, but seeing Max seemed to make him a little bit happier. But nothing bad. He didn't seem like he was going to hurt Max or anything…" I tuned her out. Huh. So this guy is probably thinks Max is something interesting. Ugh.

"Not really. He was just really concerned. Max had it really bad; she broke her left arm and wing because of the fall," I winced inwardly, "and she's bleeding pretty bad because she fell on sharp rocks."

It was silent for a while. Well, at least that guy's not thinking about molesting her. I don't know what I would have done if that happened. Max is like a sister to me, or maybe more, but heck, I wouldn't tell her that, or ANYONE, for that matter. Angel giggled and we all looked at her. She jumped from my lap to sit next to Nudge.

It should not be MY thoughts that you were reading, Angel.

"No, Fang. But Max thinks that the boy was a 'damn eyeful.' " Angel giggled again and eyed me. So she still has the strength to hit on guys. Maybe she wasn't as badly injured as I thought. "Max said to stay away, but near enough that I can still read her mind. The 'hot dude' is taking her someplace and doesn't want us to get involve."

Huh. Angel, do you mind telling Max to not get carried away?

"Sure, Fang."

"I was kidding!"

"Too late." Ugh. That kid.

"The boy just met up with someone else—another boy," Angel said, looking straight ahead. "There's something about a council, the pack and imprinting. Whoa!" Her eyes widened, a grin forming on her 6-year-old face.

"What? What? What?" Nudge exclaimed. "What happened Angel? I mean you have GOT to tell us. It's not fair that you keep some of the things you know to yourself. I mean, we're practically a family and all—"

"Shut up Nudge," Iggy nudged her leg. How he knew it was there? I. Don't. Know.

"They're wolves…" Angel whispered in amazement. That's all I needed to hear. I'm getting her.

I stood up quietly. Angel was getting a thought from Max, and everyone's eyes, including Iggy's, were locked on her. I took a running take off.

"Fang!" Gazzy called.

Angel, just stay there. Make sure you guys stay together. I'm getting Max.

NO! Max just said NOT to get her! They know too much about us! And it's dangerous!!

Well, too bad for her. I'm getting her anyway. I flew to La Push, the Indian reservation near First Beach where Max had fallen. It was getting dark. I hid in the trees. I was using my enhanced hearing to locate Max. I think heard her cussing her heart out—I had to smile—but I couldn't exactly pin-point where she is…That was when these BIG men jumped me.

I felt someone from behind me, and turned around doing a roundhouse kick. The man standing there caught my leg and let it fall. I aimed a punch at his jaw but his hand, yet again, caught my fist.

The man chortled. "Hey, Sam. The kid has wings too." He grabbed both my arms and pinned them behind me. Dammit.

"Easy there, Paul," another man said. I realized they weren't really "men," more like over-grown boys. "Sam said not to kill him, he's our friend." I made a face—yup, there's a first for everything.

I kicked the guy named "Paul" in the shin and he cussed.

"Calm down, pup," a voice said behind me. I turned my head. This bigger man must be Sam. He's the only one among the trio who actually passes for "man." Paul immediately calmed down. "Hey, Embry," Sam turned to the other boy. "Grab his one side." Embry grabbed my right arm while Paul stayed on my left. Sam turned to me. "What's your name?"

I stayed silent, and just gave him a death glare.

He ignored both the glare and the silence, and headed out of the trees toward a little house in the middle of the freakin' woods. Inside the house, I heard Max scream, "No!"

Sam pushed the door open as I struggled against Paul and Embry's unbreakable hold. She was sitting on the couch. She buried her face in her hand and muttered, "Oh, God." The boy who saw her fall was crouched beside her, holding an aspirin bottle. He looked at me.

"This boy has wings, too," Embry said excitedly. What is WRONG with him? Is it really fun to find two bird kids out of nowhere? Because if it is, let me know.

"Don't hurt him," she muttered.

"We're not trying to," Paul said, pushing me in as I struggled.

"Fang, just stop; it's useless. They're werewolves…" I was NOT the only one staring at her.

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