Max P.O.V

I immediately stopped walking. Fang nearly rammed into me in the process. I stood there, still as a statue, and overlooked memory lane.

Flash back

I set the tinders into the small fire that Nudge had created, and put dry leaves in as well. Suddenly, a scream was heard from behind me. I quickly whipped around, only to have my face smashed

into a rock hard body. I was picked up by furry arms, screams of terror and groans of pain awaited me ahead. I thrashed and kicked, but the Eraser would not let me go. I gazed ahead. My flock.

They were being ripped to pieces, blood everywhere, everywhere I looked. Angel was placed in an odd and wretched position on the ground, her hair covered her pretty little face, her young one.

Nudge was being torn apart, limb by limb, screaming in agony Iggy was lying motionless in a crook of a tree, blood surrounding him, his eyes were open. Gazzy was fighting with an Eraser, in the

end… he lost. Fang… Fang was nowhere to be seen. I looked and looked for him, but he was gone. Forever.

I was snapped out of my daze by Fang shaking me, to get my attention. "Max?" He asked, sounding like… nothing, like he wasn't. My hand lifted to Fang's cheek, caressing it gently. He

gave me a weird look, as if I was crazy, maybe I am. I let my hand drop, and looked around. "This place," I said, so quiet I doubt Fang could even hear me. "What about it," Fang asked. I

looked at him questioningly. "You don't remember?" I asked. I motioned me hand around the area. "The clones' killings," Fang breathed. I nodded so. Fang's olive colored arm moved to

touch my arm. "I'm sorry," He said. I didn't say anything. I looked off into the distance, observing my surroundings, like I used to always do, to make sure the flock and I were safe. Fang's

arms came around me, in the soothing way he used to comfort Angel when she cried, or when he read to her before she knew how. I almost let the tears fall, but, I felt something. I felt

like the real me was back. The strong, fearless leader I once was. The one that never cried, the one that took care of others before herself. I wanted to be her again, be that fourteen-

year-old mother figure. Now, I'm a real mother of a five-year-old child. I, Maximum Ride, have a new mission to attend to. Revenge. "Max, are you okay?" Fang asked, backing away from

me. I knew what was happening. I was turning white, my dark blonde hair was a fire blazing blue, so hot, it was cold. I felt the anger and regret boil inside of me, fueling my energy.

BeforeI could do any more damage, I was struck by something cartilaginous, and I fell into darkness.

Fang P.O.V

I backed away from Max, her hair was a fire blue, and her skin, her perfectly tan skin, was ice white. When I touched her, I singed my hand. Fire roared up from Max's palms, I could

practically feel the anger she was possessing. I picked up the nearest stick I could find, and hit her across the forehead before she could do any damage to anyone. I hated hurting her,

but I had to. I watched through my thick dripping wet hair, as she fell to the ground. I watched as the fire died away, and Max lay there, hardly showing anything but a twitch

occasionally, proving that she was still alive. I slowly picked my way over to where she lay, and lifted her up. However, I was pushed forward by a powerful force of wind, and ended up

almost dropping her. I hurriedly regained my balance and stood up straight, turning around, and leaning against the intense wind, and started walking toward shelter. Wherever that may be.

Max P.O.V

I awoke with a start, trying to idolize what had gone on when I blacked out. A movement on the side of me, caught my eye.

Hoped you liked this chappie. I know it's a little odd, but that's okay, right? FYI, ur aloud to critisize, to help me get better with writing the story. Oh, thank you, that's so generous! LOL. Anyways, next chapter will be up soon, please likey it! Oh, and I'm srry 'bout the ending, that's pretty bad, but I couldn't think at the moment! :) Peace!