Sorry for the crappy chapter title, I couldn't think of anything else. Don't kill me! Oh and, I haven't said this in awhile but, I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride. ~sigh~

Flashback; EPOV

"Max, they found us!" The other kid—Iggy—was yelling, sounding strained.

"Come here little birdies." A robotic voice crooned at them tauntingly. "We have big plans for you." The line cut off.

MPOV

I hung up the phone and shoved it back in the backpack before facing the two flyboys from earlier, plus three others.

"I'm sure we would have tons of fun with each other, but I have my own plans this weekend." I said with all seriousness. "I'll be sure to come back next time my schedule is open though."

He growled at me before lunging, the goons behind him following his lead. I tried to dodge out of the way, but his claw clipped my leg, tearing my jeans and cutting me from the knee down. Two of the other flyboys were circling me, along with who I assume was Alpha. The last two were fighting with Iggy, and he was already looking beat up. I launched myself at a flyboy, the one blocking me from Iggy. He dodged out of the way as I had planned. Ig had taken down one of the flyboys as I grabbed his hand and pulled him out and started running. These flyboys were incredibly fast and strong, but they were just as dumb as the last ones. The backpack between my shoulder blades was slowing me down slightly, so I let Iggy run ahead of me. I shouted directions at him, hoping that after a few disorienting minutes we would find the Exit.

"This isn't working!" He yelled back at me. He stopped and waited for me to catch up. "We should find some stairs; I think we're on the second floor or something." I nodded before Iggy grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down, a knife stuck in the wall where my head had been moments before.

I got back up and turned around. "Find some stairs; yell for me when you get to them." Why was I sending the blind kid to find stairs? He could find them with the echoes of his footsteps off of the empty hallways. I heard his footfalls fade away as I faced the flyboys. Only four were left; the one Iggy pounced on had busted its head. I yanked the knife from the wall and ran towards the group, bloodlust clouding my vision. I hopped over a flyboy and clung to his back, wrapping my legs around his waist. I threw my arm around his neck and stabbed the knife where his neck met his shoulders, tearing it around. If he were alive, it would've severed his trachea. The flyboy crumpled underneath me and I landed on top of him.

Two down, three to go.

One of them kicked me in the head; snapping it to the right and making me bite my tongue. I wrenched the knife out of the flyboy, the sound of metal scraping metal was worse than nails against a chalkboard. I stood up and a flyboy punched me in the stomach, colors danced in front of my eyes.

"Now you've done it." I stabbed the flyboy in the chest and cut him open like the whitecoats had done to me. I attempted to pull the knife out, but the blade was stuck in his stomach. I pulled harder and the handle came off; I threw it at the head of one of the remaining flyboys.

"Max!" Iggy called my name and I was off, already having a few strides head start on the flyboys. I ran towards Iggy's voice; he was waiting around the corner, waving me down, the stairs right next to him. We ran down them, at the bottom was an emergency exit.

"Score! Ig, U and A!" I opened the door and he ran out, jumping up and opening his tan and white wings. I followed him, snapping out my own wings and rising in the air. "Ig, set off the bomb!" He dug into his pocket, taking out a metal object the size of a golf ball. He pushed a little blue button and threw it at the center top of the school.

"Fly. Fly so far away." His voice was deadly as he pushed himself as fast as he could, the school fading away slowly behind us. He still looked worried, even though we were quite a distance away, so I grabbed his hand and shot into over-drive. I looked back and saw the bomb give off a small explosion.

"Is that it?" He looked at me and laughed as the bomb let off an atomic sized explosion, the wind from it catching below our wings and making us go faster. The blast was pushing ahead of us, making me loose my balance and plummet to the ground, Ig right behind me. Iggy was laughing manically as I helped him up.

"That…was awesome! If Gazzy were here…" His voice faltered and his face fell slightly. He sighed and shook his wings out. "Where are we going?"

"I found some, uh…friends in Washington. It's a few hours away."

"Are you sure—"

"I know they don't work for the school, I stayed with them for more than a week, and they're all fine." Iggy tensed up as I finished my sentence.

"All? How many are there?"

I counted them up in my head. "Seven." He loosened up a little though his eyes were filled with worry. "If you don't like them you can leave. Besides, they're so white you can probably see them." I smiled and we both launched off again.

We were starving after a few minutes of flying, but we knew we couldn't stop. Besides, neither of us had any money. After about an hour of flight, Iggy broke the silence.

"We've been looking for you." I looked over at him, thinking I heard him wrong because of the wind. "When Fang found out about the chips we went looking for you. We've been following your tracks for months."

"You were supposed to be taking down the school, like I've been trying to do." I scolded him, but it lost its effect. My voice was thick with sadness.

"We got rid of a few branches, almost one a month before we started looking for you in September."

"You guys left me in May. So you got—"

"Four branches, then we spent the rest of our time looking for you."

"Has it really only been seven months since we were separated?" He nodded solemnly. "It feels like it's been years." Iggy fell silent and it stayed that way until we reached the Cullen's place. I landed first while Iggy stayed in the air, circling the house.

Alice ran out and hugged me, it actually kind of hurt.

"Alice, I'm not exactly the touchy-feely kind of person." She let go of me and stepped back, a smile plastered on her face. "Why are you so excited, you barely know me."

"I can see your future though, and I know we're gonna be best friends." A shiver ran down my spine as I looked up at the house. Edward and Carlisle had stepped out.

"Shouldn't you be at school, or work?" I added.

"It's four O' clock." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"Really? My inner clock must be off." I looked up at the sky and waved Iggy down. He landed more graceful than a six foot five tall kid should be able to.

"Are all of you so tall?" Carlisle asked, looking up at Iggy.

"Yes, yes we are." Me an Iggy said at exactly the same time.

"Hey Iggy, the entire house is white." I whispered to him with a smile. He pumped his fist as his stomach growled.

"Where can I get some food?"

"Right inside," Carlisle said, gesturing towards the door. Iggy ran in and Carlisle followed after him.

"What's with is eyes, they're all white." Alice nudged me and asked.

"He's blind." I said simply, following him to the kitchen.

"OW!" Iggy was hopping on one foot, holding up his other leg. "Somebody could've told me there was a table here." He muttered under his breath and started feeling his way with his hands. "White walls, white sofa, white piano, BLACK TABLE. I bet they did this as a plot against me. 'Let's all hurt the blind kid and laugh at him.' You know what? Go to h—"

"Iggy," He looked over at me, a particularly sour look on his face. "We're in the kitchen, now eat." There was food on the table; Alice probably had Esme make it for us. The look on his face disappeared; he sat down and started inhaling the food in front of him. I wasn't feeling hungry anymore, so I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. Visions of the flock ghosted behind my eyelids. A dull ache pulsed in my chest as the flock started to move.

Angel, my angel was leaning on her brother. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open as she slept. Her chest was rising and falling slowly in rhythm with her brother's. Her blonde curls were in tangles and her clothes were torn, but she looked every bit like a real angel, radiating serenity.

Gazzy looked equally as peaceful, leaning his head on top of his sister's. His face was smeared with soot, probably from spending too much time with Iggy working on bombs. His shirt was blood-spattered, but I doubt any of it was his. He was my little fighter; he took on as many erasers as the older kids did.

Nudge was lying on the stone floor. Now that I looked closer at the surroundings, it looked like the cave we had stayed in last fall. Her hair formed a puffy pillow underneath her head. Her mouth twitched every few seconds.

My thoughts moved to a picture of Fang and I lying wrapped up in each other's arms. I was leaning my head on him, his arm around my waist. My hand traced circles on his chest as I looked into his onyx eyes. I reached up with my neck so that my lips could reach his…

"Max?" Iggy's hand was in front of my face, snapping at me. "You okay Max? You kinda spaced out there." Esme was looking at me with a confused look on her face, as was Jasper. He had just walked in with Edward; there was a smile playing at the edge of his lips, amusement plain in his eyes. Stupid mind reading vampire.

I stood straight up as a blush crept into my cheeks, warming my face. "I'm fine, I just uh, spaced out for a second."

"More like five minutes." Iggy punched me lightly in the shoulder and stepped back. "What were you thinking about anyway?" I could feel the blush grow redder as Jasper smiled, no doubt sensing the embarrassment radiating from me.

"Nothing," He looked skeptical as I walked past him and into the living room. Was I really out for five minutes? There was no way; the images had only lasted seconds. I shook my head, trying to clear it out as I sat down on the white loveseat. Iggy plopped down next to me and threw his arm over the back of the couch.

"Where did you go? You've been gone for like, 3 days." God, really? I must've been knocked out for longer than I thought. Emmett was the one who asked the question, he walked in and seated himself on the sofa. "Who's your boyfriend?" Right then I felt the urge to go over and slap him, but I decided against it. I rather liked my hand unbroken.

"I took care of some business." I said the words nonchalantly but my stomach twitched at the thought of the school. "This is Iggy, and he's not my boyfriend."

Emmett hopped up, strolled in front of Ig and held out his hand. "I'm Emmett." He said with his trademark moronic grin.

"Nice to meet you." Iggy replied, a look of concentration on his face.

"He's in front of you, shake his hand." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Oh," he said stupidly, his cheeks matching the tint of red in his hair. "Sorry," he muttered under his breath and shook Emmett's hand.

By ten I could see Iggy struggling to keep his eyes open. He had talked with the rest of the Cullens who had gathered around to hear his story. He told them about the school and what had happened to his eyes, the entire time he seemed comfortable and at ease. He explained his powers to see white and feel colors. When he was finished, I had him follow me up to the third floor. We stepped into the last room on the right.

"What was that you stole from the school?" He asked me as I set the backpack on the gold comforter of the bed.

"I'll tell you after you take a shower. You smell like…fire." He grinned and ran off towards the bathroom (I showed him where it was on the way up.) A few minutes later he came out in a loose shirt and flannel pants, courtesy of Alice.

"Alright, what was it?"

"It's a folder that says origins, and I found it in a file labeled X5130A." I unzipped the main compartment of the backpack and pulled out the manila folder.

"Isn't that your number?" He asked, ruffling his wet strawberry blonde hair.

"Yeah," He sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs protesting with a gentle groan. He swung his legs onto the bed, keeping his knees bent as he leaned over to look at the paper.

"I can read it." He said with amazement filling his voice. "Because it's black letters against white…" He grinned and snatched the paper out from my hands, causing me to wince as it gave me a paper cut.

"There's not much there to read Ig, it's all in a numeric code." I stuck my cut finger in my mouth as his eyes darted across the page from line to line. I looked down at my right leg; my jeans were utterly destroyed from the knee down, drenched with blood. The wounds that had been there just a few hours before had already healed for the most part.

Iggy had suffered quite a bit less damage. He'd had a gash across his cheek and a black eye. All that was left was a slightly pink ridge an inch above his jaw line. I noticed that his eyes had drifted shut while I had given us a once over.

"You can sleep in the bed tonight, I'll take the couch." He replied with a mumble as I slipped the folder from his hands and pushed his shoulders down.

"Who's gonna take watch?" I smirked at the slurred words that escaped his lips.

"Someone will be awake at all times. I promise." With that his Jaw went slack and he turned on his side. One hand was in front of his face, clenched in a fist as his chest rose and fell steadily. I quickly dressed in some pajamas from the bag in the back of Edward's closet. I pulled one of the covers over Iggy and dragged another one to the couch, where I fell asleep.

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