A/N OKay like did nobody get the memo? in order to finish my fanfic, i need to know what type of ending you want. The options are in chapter 4 or 5. PLEASE tell me. it is the only way to get what you guys want. if you dont, i will choose the ending i originally was going to put in, and nobody is going to like it. so unless you want the bad ending, LET ME KNOW WHAT TYPE OF ENDING YOU WANT. that is all. enjoy.

Max's POV

I yawned and opened my eyes. The sun was just starting to come up. Iggy had already started cooking and everyone else was asleep.

"Morning Ig."

"Morning Max. Feeling better?"

"Yup. What's on the menu?"

"No idea. Just cooking whatever it was I took out. Smells okay though."

"I agree. Is it like that canned meat stuff that was in my backpack? It looked good. Oh hi Max. Glad you're awake. You had us worried yesterday. It was kinda cool though, the room we found you in. That doesn't sound wrong, does it? I hope not. So what's the plan for today? Oh can we go swimming? I love swimming. Its like-" Fang placed a hand over Nudge's mouth.

"Not this early." Was all he said.

"Ah morning Fang. Morning Nudge." I said. Angel and Gazzy woke up a few seconds later.

After we ate, we packed up, and started to fly. I didn't know where we were flying, so I asked my voice. And surprisingly, it responded.

Go to Michigan.

Michigan? Why Michigan? What's in Michigan?

Just go.

So pushy.

"So. Where we're going?" Angel asked.

"Michigan." I said. "I have no idea." I added as everyone looked at me.

Angel.

Yeah?

Is it true you're having a hard time reading my thoughts?

Yeah.

How come?

You have a barrier up. I can hear you now, probably because you're directing your thoughts to me. I don't know how you produced such a good barrier. It's expanding too. That's why you fell. I was trying to get past your barrier. I think I can still put thoughts in your head, but I can't read yours unless you let me.

Oh. Angel, it's not your fault. I didn't even know I was putting one up. I'm sorry. It hasn't hurt you in anyway, has it?

No. It's irritating not hearing you, because Fang thinks you're hiding something. I wasn't going to tell him, but I was going to try to figure it out. Will you tell me?

Not now, Angel, honey. But I'll tell you guys soon. I promise.

Angel didn't look convinced, but she smiled at me anyway. Fang caught as looking at each other and we both looked away.

He's confused.

Just tell him I didn't tell you anything. Which is true.

Okay.

I saw Fang acknowledge mine and Angel's conversation, and I returned to flying.

After about 5 more hours of flying, we landed in a small clearing just off a small back road that probably hadn't been used in a couple of years.

The younglings set up camp while Iggy and Fang got firewood. I decided what was for lunch.

We had store-bought brownies, some weird canned meat thing again, and some dried fruit. There was in fact a lake nearby, so I let the Flock go swimming.

"Fang you're in charge."

"Where you going Max?" Gazzy asked.

"I'm gonna take a look around. See our surroundings." I didn't tell him the real reason. The reason I was checking out our surroundings was because this part of the woods and that road seemed awfully familiar, and I wanted to make sure I knew why.

Following the same path I previously took, I found what I was looking for.

An old rusty car. One that had probably crashed a few years ago.

00000000

I tapped the back of Fang's hand.

"Your watch."

He nodded and took his place by the fire, the exact place I had just vacated.

I lay my head down on the ground, and close my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to faint voices.

Max. Don't come. Flyboys are everywhere.

Oh crap.

I took off running. I already knew what was happening. For the second time in the last few days.

The Flock's voices could be heard a few feet from me. I found them, just as I remembered, in the middle of a circle of flyboys.

I wouldn't be hurt, I knew that. So fighting would be pointless, they'd just gas me again. The Flock would be killed if I didn't do something soon. How did I know? Because there were hundreds of Flyboys, even in the sky. And they all had guns. The ones with bullets.

Then a thought crossed my mind. The flyboys hadn't noticed me yet. But if they saw me in danger, wouldn't they have to stop me from dying, if I was that valuable? Oh I hoped I was that valuable. After all, this wasn't the dream.

What did I do, what did I do? Ah. That's right. The car.

I spotted my danger. The car. The rusty car that had probably been crashed a few years ago. Our ticket out of here.

I knew it had enough gas left. I climbed to the car, got in, and worked my car-jacking magic, and voila the car started. The Flyboys stopped closing in on my flock and turned toward me in the driver's seat. Just as I had planned.

The Flocks eyes opened wide. Apparently they hadn't thought about me. Huh. How rude. I also knew what came next, and I knew they were going to kill me, if I didn't die first. Which I really hoped wouldn't happen.

"Come and get me." I muttered to myself, grinning wildly. Then I hit the gas.

The next few seconds happened really slowly.

The car jumped, stalled really quickly, and then went flying to the road, where I made it go as fast as I could. Then I spotted a puddle, which I realized would be perfect.

I looked behind me, and sure enough, the Flyboys, terrified they'd lose me, were all charging towards my car. And above them, the Flock, looking down at the car in complete horror. I really hoped they closed their eyes for the next part.

I know I did.

I closed my eyes and let go of the wheel, right as it skidded across the puddle, causing the car to start spinning wildly out of control. This was sort of better than Disney, had the slight chance of me dying not hindered it.

I opened my eyes right as the car neared a tree. A very BIG tree. Oh boy. The gas from the car had started to leak, and the engine was over heating, causing smoke to whirl up from the hood in front of me. I heard Angel gasp as my car burst into flame. And the Flyboys were practically on top of me now, trying desperately to slow my car down. I just hit the gas even harder.

"Huh, I really am that important. Lucky me." I said aloud to myself.

Then I realized we had a problem. I was in a car that was on fire, about to crash into a tree, and was still spinning wildly out of control, and it didn't have an emergency exit sign. That's definitely not good

I should've thought about that more. How was I supposed to get out? The Flyboys were swarming the car, and there was a tree about 100 feet in front of me. I gave myself 10 seconds before I crashed.

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