Hey, all. It's once again time for Flock Hunting, this time with a less than two-month wait! Not really something to be advertising, but I'm proud of it, considering how long it normally takes...

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It's time once again to catch a birdkid Emphasis on kid, as Total's capture was a total failure… just like that pun. But now's not the time to worry about such things, as I'm standing outside of the Flock's hideyhole. I ready myself to capture Nudge, but I'm forced to wait, as a certain event hasn't happened yet.

Then, finally, Max starts to stretch and bumps Fang with her wing, waking him up. After a sickeningly cute conversation, they fly off together, leaving the rest of the Flock completely undefended from stray nets that may or may not be launched from my net launcher. It would be such a shame if that happens, wouldn't it.

Enough of the joking around; it's time to catch a birdkid. I aim at Nudge and, with unfailing accuracy as always, knock her to the ground in a convenient bundle. I go in and grab the birdkid, then carry her over to the wagon, quite happy with my newly developed muscles. Birdnapping: a great workout for those who don't know.

As I leave the area, I notice some flashes of black in the foliage, confusing me, considering that the foliage looked black to me anyways. So I just shrug it off, as it's just my mind playing tricks on me again; I'll just have to get it back later.

The ride home is uneventful, as it should be when you're carrying an unconscious birdkid through the dead of the night back to your house. No need for the extra distractions, just the peace and quiet of your bicycle transporting a winged person to your home.

Pure bliss.

...Don't question me; you're not the one who is able to capture 6 out of 7 of the Flock members in less than two weeks. You have no room to judge.

In plus, I'm already in my driveway. As I pick up the birdkid and go to put her on the couch, I think about what I can do differently. I've tried being nice, being mean, listening to their demands, not listening to their demands, being friends and being enemies. All failures. So I guess winging it remains the best option. Not like I was going to make a strategy this time, anyways. Just trying to reinforce my ideas. In plus, that requires effort someone this tired doesn't have...

-No Flock this time, I'm sorry to say. They don't like me very much due to my allegiance with the Kidnapper. Darn shame, really; we could've been friends. Oh well; back to his place I guess-

I wake up and am glad to find that Nudge is still sleeping. This gives me time to get food prepared for myself as well as find earplugs for later use. After eating Brand Nam-e-o's cereal and obtaining the earplugs, I walk into the living room and poke the sleeping birdkid, to no effect. I try a harder poke, also to no avail.

Rather than test my luck a third time against her waking reflexes, I pull out an airhorn and press the big red button. While nearly shattering my own eardrums, as I forgot to put the fnicking earplugs in, it just barely wakes the dreary-eyed Nudge. She rubs her eyes and mutters, "No need to scream..." as she attempts to sit up straight on the couch she's placed on.

I guess this is the rumored "safe zone" that Max talked about, a three-minute window where Nudge is quiet. I have to take advantage of this opportunity to assert control of the situation, else I be drowned out by her wall of words that will no doubt be emitting from her mouth soon. This will be trick

"Uh...," Nudge interrupts my train of thought. "Do you always monologue out loud?"

Crap; that was out loud? I guess after so many internal monologues, one of them was bound to escape my lips. Oh well; it happens to the best of 'em.

"Well," I shrug. "Now you know my intentions, so I might as well make it clearer. This is my house. You are my kidnapped birdkid. Act like that and we'll get along just fine, okay?"

"O...kay then," Nudge answers, then asks, "But how does a captured birdkid act? Like we're in the School? Or like those damsels in distress in old movies?"

"I... honestly don't know..." I can't believe I haven't thought of this yet. You'd think it'd be one of the key things to establish if you're doing these things, but whatever. This is my chance to tell a birdkid how to act; no way I'm missing this opportunity. "I'd go with more of a butler standpoint. You do what I say, and I give you food and shelter."

"You sure? It really doesn't sound like it fits the whole 'captured' thing."

"Nah, it fits just fine." I think a minute. "Then again, it didn't really work with the others, so I guess you can try just being an observer for now."

She yawns. "Good enough. Now that we've figured that out: food."

I forgot I had to feed the captives. Oh well, she isn't Total, so cereal will once again suffice for the meal. At least some normalcy has been placed.

...Well, relative normalcy.

-There is nothing interesting happening for the duration this line break covers. Absolutely nothing is happening; I swear. I'm an honest line break.-

Absolutely nothing of interest happened during breakfast, in all honesty. Perhaps that was the interesting thing, but nothing else.

…Is anyone else experiencing serious déjà vu right now? No? It's just me? 'Kay.

Nudge, now filled with Brand Nam-e-o's, begins to talk. And talk. And talk. "So this whole kidnapping thing makes me think about that time a couple years ago when Iggy caught a rabbit out in the woods and wanted to start training it because he could and since he caught the rabbit it was rightfully his and things like that, kind of like what I think you were thinking with the whole 'capture birdkid, own birdkid' thing now, which is sad and stuff. Anyways, he was using a bunch of carrots to promote doing cute tricks when Jeb came in and informed Iggy that associating failure with pain was much more successful than success with carrots. And then Jeb started to poke the bunny with a needle every time it didn't do the tricks correctly, and laughed when the bunny began to do the tricks, which scared everyone a little bit." She pauses briefly, then adds, "You know, now that I think about it, I don't get why we were so surprised when Jeb ended up still working for the School."

I have long since stopped listening, though props to you for hearing through all of that very small piece of dialogue. Just multiply that section by, oh, I'd say about fifteen to twenty times and you'd have the total amount of audio input excreting from her mouth at this moment. That is both quite impressive and painful at the same time.

When I feel something wet begin to fill my ears, though, I think two things. One, I forgot to put my earplugs in again!, And two, Holy crap my ears are bleeding!

My surprised screams suddenly silence her, as I rush to get the paper towels, yelling, "My ears are actually bleeding? How does this even happen? I thought that saying was hyperbolic, not something that could happen to me! What have you done, Nudge? What have you done?"

Nudge thinks for a second, then answers, "Well, I talked. Is that what you were looking for?"

I facepalm, which shakes some of the blood pooling in my ears down the sides of my neck. That feels soo gross, in case you didn't want to know.

As I continue to run around, searching for absorbent paper products, the blood now flows over my ears, beginning to drip on the floor- in the least macabre way possible (hey, this is a K+ story). Nudge takes the opportunity to ask a couple of questions. "So, head wounds bleed a lot, right?"

"You couldn't tell?" Now where are the fnickin' paper towels? I appear to not have any, so I rush to the bathroom to get some toilet paper.

"And you've been bleeding for quite a while, yes?"

"Correct, Captain Obvious." Dang it, just a cardboard tube of a roll remains. Of all the times to run out of toilet paper, it has to be now… I hurry to find a tissue box.

"Well," Nudge finishes. "Don't people lose consciousness after they lose too much blood?"

…Crap.

All of a sudden, my vision starts to darken. I finally locate some tissues, but before I can reach them I collapse and become even less coherent. The last thing I think before I black out is, She just had to mention that…

-It seems that the Kidnapper fell victim to the Comedic Law of Applied Theories, which states "Real world laws only come into play if noticed by the person breaking said laws." Well played, Nudge. Well played.-

I wake up and am honestly confused, but relieved by the fact that Nudge is still here. Granted, she's hanging upside-down in the doorway, but that just means that my traps are working sufficiently.

I'm also glad to find that tissues have finally found their way into my ears, which have now stopped flowing red liquids. Since I was down for the count, the way for them to get there would be if Nudge put them in.

I gasp, "Birdkids do have hearts."

Nudge rolls her eyes, "We are 98% human. Consider yourself lucky you're not a whitecoat. Otherwise there would be a bigger pool of blood than the one you made a couple minutes ago. You'd be deader than a fish in the Sahara Desert, if a bird had picked it up in the Atlantic and decided to Migrate over to Egypt and dropped its lunch along the way…"

I finally remember to put in my earplugs as her death threats continue. They feel weird due to all of the dried blood in my ears, but they were doing the job of blocking out most all of the noise. Eventually she gets off the metaphor of the twice-dead fish in the Sahara Desert hundreds of miles away from all oases that might have given it a milliliter of moisture and onto something that I couldn't quite make out, or in all honesty care to; I put the earplugs in for a reason.

After setting up another trap ahead of Nudge and then releasing her from the one she was in, everything comes to a lull. Nudge's muffled chatter lays background for me to wonder why said lull exists. There's almost never lulls in my captures, the only other one being when Fang did that… horrible plan. I highly doubt is up to anything like that, considering her lack of fanboys and fangirls.

"Uh…" Nudge suddenly says, unnoticed.

But if not for evil scheming, then why this inaction? Perhaps it's because of her power set? I guess that's plausible, considering her lack of any useful powers. Then again, Gazzy doesn't have any either, yet he was a barrel of fun with that exploding door and all. But I guess that's part of his engineering skills. Then what skills does Nudge have? None, as far as I can remember. Maybe with computers, but nothing else.

"Mr. Flock-kidnapper-person-guy?"

Still, I can't help but feel it goes deeper than that. Maybe it's just because Nudge is just a boring person at heart. I mean, who asks to be normal? In plus, boring people are infamous for making lulls.

"Hey!" Nudge yells, gaining my attention.

"What?" I answer.

"You're monologing out loud again…"

…Have I been doing this throughout the whole adventure?

"I'd assume yes," Nudge replies. "Considering you're still doing it. But that's beside the point. You just made a long speech about me being boring, eh?" She laughs then gives a demonic grin I doubt an Eraser could match. "Well, I guess it's time to liven things up."

She runs upstairs and I struggle to keep up, which means that by the time I make it to my room, I make it just in time to see Nudge wave a magnetic hand over my hard drive. My precious hard drive filled with my online life. I might as well be dead now.

Not that Nudge is mourning the loss. I follow as she once again bolts down the stairs, picks up a broom and uses it to set off the trap in front of her.

This just isn't my day, is it?

As Nudge runs off into the distance she yells back to the house, "How is that for boring, huh? You obviously don't know boring. You could be standing in front of a flaming alien with a chicken head and spaceships for feet and still call it boring! It'd also be shooting gamma rays out of every rattlesnake finger it had, while having it's heart beat on the outside and you'd still go 'meh'! That's how much you know about boring. In plus…"

Needless to say, all of my neighbors were quite confused. But they were normally confused, so that's really not a big-

Wait, are my ears bleeding again?

Give me a break already, universe…

-Finally was able to schedule in an appearance from the Flock. They're being so babyish about this whole thing; I'm not the one capturing them.-

Everyone could hear Nudge coming three minutes out, so it's no surprise when she bursts into the camp, still chattering some topic nobody bothers to decipher. As she sits down, Gazzy notices some blood on Nudge's shoe, which he points out to his sister. This observation then makes its way around all of the Flock.

The little boy then awkwardly points out to Nudge, "Uh… Nudge? You've got something on you shoe there."

Nudge looks down and replies, "I guess I do! Must've accidently stepped in the giant blood puddle while I was leaving."

Not one eye in the camp isn't bugging out, sans Nudge's, who is oblivious to their freaked-outedness. Did she really…?, Is the Flock's thoughts on this development that appears to have happened.

Iggy starts, "I know that none of us really liked the guy that much…"

"And I can see how that might have led to… this…" Angel continues.

Fang finishes, "But did you really…?"

Nudge was still clueless. "Did I… what. Specify; clue me in. Give a ques-"

"Did you really kill the guy?"

Nudge gives a hearty laugh, creeping out everyone even more, then says, "Wait, you were serious? No, of course not. I don't kill normal people, no matter how loosely that term may or may not apply."

The Flock let out a unison sigh, glad to not have a murderous twelve-year-old in their midst. With that everyone begins to settle once again, and quickly thereafter go to bed. Before they do though, Nudge asks, "Do you guys think I'm boring."

Max laughs and reassures, "Itex would become good before you become boring, Nudge."

"Okay, just checking," she says, relieved as she goes to sleep, closely followed by everyone else besides the oldest two. Fang because he's on watch and Max…

"You're literally staying up all night?" Fang asks.

Max nods. "I'm the last Flock member uncaptured. So obviously he's coming for me now. Gotta be prepared, always be alert, never be able to be snuck up on."

"You need a new hobby," Fang sighs as he goes back to his watch.

Max inspects the surroundings, then asks Fang, "Whatever happened to that knife trap you made a week ago?"

"You made me burn the rope and return the knives to their rightful owners."

She snaps her fingers, muttering, "Darn it, that could've been useful…"

Fang shudders, hoping that the Kidnapper would just take Max before she goes too crazy. The crazed laughter coming from her direction only made Fang more fearful.

-Uh… let's ignore that… Please, cut to anything, anything!... Cats? Perfect; go go cats!-

"It has taken hours on end to find this place. Honing our senses to find every stray piece of evidence that could lead to their position, every snapped leaf on the ground where a footstep may have been inspected, every branch looked on and shortly thereafter continuing the search on the upper branches for a couple hours due to the inability to get down for… indisclosable reasons. All of that culminates to this moment. The moment where we find the giant birds' nest. The moment in which we sack the biggest kill of our lives. The moment where we-"

"Hey Cole?" Comet interjects. "Why are ya talking so much?"

Cole hisses in reply, "For dramatic tension, you furball! We are right outside the base of six giant birds and their canine defender. You don't charge in there without rhyme or reason; you have to raise the morale and interest, make this sound like the biggest thing you'll ever be involved in, because it is the biggest thing you'll ever be involved in."

"Okay, okay. I got it, I got it. No need for the big speech, bro."

"But I just explained why there was the big speech," Cole groans, ears laid back.

Comet purrs somehow condescendingly, "And you did a good job of it, too."

"Why am I still travelling with you…"

"Family obligation!" Comet heartily replies. "So, when do we pounce."

The all-black cat lies down, his eyes glaring at the bird camp. "When the opportunity arises, we shall strike. Now go be useful and catch some rats."

Comet questions, "Why not now? They're sleeping, and looking rather yummy at that."

"Because they outnumber us, outsize us, out strength us and, with your intelligence in mind, outsmart us, too. We have to isolate them from each other so that we can easily pick them as claw sharpeners. If we just attack straight into them, we'd just be bird food."

"But that's no fuuun," Comet complains, but a tail whip to his nose reminds him of his duty. So the kitty trots off to find some tasty rat to fling up and down in the air, because Comet knew that if the food wasn't fun, it wasn't tasty.

And so the day ended, with cat and bird waiting for the final showdown, and the kid… well, what was the kid doing?

-You seriously need to change locations this close to the end? Whatever, suit yourself.-

I wash my clothes, as they were getting dirty.

-…No seriously, that's it. Now go, the chapter's over.-

...That's still the end of the chapter, no matter how long you wait. Either way, thanks for reading, review what you thought of the chapter, whether it was good, bad, or as boring as Nudge.

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And with that, I bid adieu. Thanks for reading! :D