"Ready?"

"Dude, I was born ready."

"Still don't know who I am?"

"Nope." I responded, popping the P.

Fang frowned at me. He seems to have been doing alot of that in the short time I've known him. Or short time since I met him after losing my brain. I mean memory. Dangit now I confused myself! In short, Fangy acts emo. Happy?

Rolling my eyes at him, I checked on Iggy.

"Yo Ig, you set?"

There was no response. I turned around and looked at him.

He was sitting on the desert ground, where we had finally decided to land, staring gleefully at his new toys. Dont'cha just love the little silver parachutes that deliver you explosives? Iggy sure does. Thank you sponsors.

I waved a hand sharply in front of his face and he snapped to attention. "Wha? Oh, yeah. Ready!" He saluted me smartly.

You see, ever since I had woken up with no memory, we three freakish bird-kids, had decided to start a full n rebellion. Within the people, the Capitol, everybody. And it started now. As in right now. In about 30 seconds.

"Let's go!" I said cheerfully.

"Only you," Fang said all emo like," Would find blowing up the Capitols TV room as a cheerful occasion."

"Lighten up," I nudged him playfully. "Let's take off. Hey Iggy, Get ready to-"

Woosh

I blinked. Swaying slightly, I fell side-ways into Fang.

"Max? What's wrong?"

"Fang..." And then I blacked out.

My head spun dizzily when I came to a couple minutes later.

"Max? Can you hear me?"

"Well that was different. Least no freaky visions of shims this time." I commented as I rubbed my head.

Both of them stared at me like I was insane.

"What?"

A/N: A review about chocolate convinced me to update, though it is very short. It's something. Really sorry bout the hiatus. I'll try to update from now on. Like I've promised tons of times...NARWHALS!