Woo, A chapter after awhile. I have no good excuses to tell. 'cept I got homework for hated teachers and chores that are screeching at me. Please enjoy this chapter that is overdue. Its in Max's Pov.

-S

After finalizing my act of separation by means of duct tape, I left Mini in the bedroom that we were supposed to be "sharing". Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it, sighing. Why am I so mean to her? I asked myself as I started walking down the wide hallway to the stairs. I had to return Iggy's duct tape, and plus, I really wanted to talk to Fang.

Maybe it's because you don't want to believe the facts that are right in front of your nose, the Voice chimed in. I could already feel its presence giving me a headache. I groaned as I took the stairs two at a time.

Thanks, but no thanks. Your fortune cookie crap is downright unhelpful, I told the Voice, practically sneering inside my head. Rolling my eyes, I added, Why don't you go inside Mini's head, since we're sisters and all?
Think about it Max. I'm already there, it said, and then disappeared from my head. I groaned, more clues and hints that I had to figure out.

Shaking my brain bucket I continued down the stairs. Landing on the main floor, I could hear the TV on in the living room. The flock's favorite place to be- in front of a television.
I walked to the doorway. Angel was petting a sleeping Total on the couch. Akila was giving Gazzy a bath by licking his right arm, thinking it was a salt lick or something. Both the Gasman and Akila sat on the floor, a few feet away from the TV. Nudge sat in the same recliner Mini had sat in earlier, brushing Ella's dark brown hair. Magnolia was lying under the coffee table, snoring. What a perfect family scene. I thought, Subtracting the talking dog and wings floatin' around. It'd look normal to the strangest stranger.

Angel turned in my direction, smiling. "Hi Max! We're watching Bones. It's so cool. Wanna watch it with us?" she offered, her bright blue eyes lighting up as I entered the room. I slid the duct tape over my hand, wearing it like a bracelet.
"Negative," I answered, smiling. "I have to get this tape back to Ig, and talk to Fang for a bit." Ella turned her head, smiling in a way that suggested she thought I was going to go rape him or something. "It's flock leader stuff, Ella. Don't even think about it," I told her, crossing my arms over my chest. She turned back around, laughing. I focused my attention to Gazzy, whom Akila was still licking.
"Gaz, you doing okay?" I ask, worried. He hadn't said anything since I had walked in the room. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed Akila away.
"Damn dog, won't stop licking me," he muttered angrily, wiping away slobber with his shirt's sleeve. Soon after he casted a glare towards Akila, that was pretty much pointless because she got up to go to the kitchen.

I sat down next to him and got a shock when I looked at his face. His familiar features, blue eyes, ash blond hair, were gone. Poof. Instead he had dark brown eyes that replaced his bright blue ones. His hair grew darker even as I watched.
It only took me a moment of panic before I realized that Gazzy had a new skill: he could shape-shift! Smiling, I ruffled his clean, temporarily dark-brown hair.
"Pretty nifty skill you got there," I said to him. He grinned in response, his previous angry expression was gone from the the compliment.
"Yeah, it's really cool. I'm happy that I got my second skill."
"Maybe I can teach you to read minds!" Angel offered, bouncing in her seat with excitement. Gazzy shook his head, declining her offer.
"I'm pretty sure I can't do anything that's 'physic.' I'm more of a copier, I think," Gazzy said, tilting his head to the side in thought. I ruffled his hair one more time before standing up.
"Well, when you think of a good name for it, you know where to find me," I said as I left the room, heading for the basement. I took the stairs two at a time, anxious to see Fang again. Even though had only been thirty minutes since I'd last seen him, tops. I knocked on his bedroom door once and listened to the sound of grunting noises. Shaking my head, I turned the door handle and entered the room.
It was dark. The walls were painted a dark brown, the flooring a shaggy sandy color. Two beds were placed against opposite walls, Fang's on the right, Iggy's on the left. Both boys were face-down into their pillows, snoring. Fang's arm hung off his bed, while Iggy had fallen off his bed so much that he was practically sleeping on the floor. Shaking my head, I turned on the light and watched Fang jump out of his skin.
"Holy-(bleep)! Max?" Fang yelped, waking instantly and jumping to his feet. Iggy merely groaned and fell off his bed to the floor with a thunk. I smothered a laugh and leaned against the wall.
"Yes, dear one?" I asked, batting my lashes mockingly. Fang was alert almost immediately. "Ig-pie. Heads up." I tossed him his duct tape and he caught it with perfect accuracy.

"Now that I'm up," said Iggy, standing and stretching, "I've got to go, er, tell Gazzy something." He set the tape on his bed and headed for the door. "It's top secret," he added with finger quotations, and closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, sure," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
I took a seat next to Fang on his bed as he pulled out his whacked-out laptop. "What's up?" he asked; he could see how badly I had wanted to speak to him alone.
"It's about the meeting we had earlier," I told him, biting my lower lip nervously. Fang pulled up his blog on the laptop. I didn't bother to watch what he was doing, too busy with the kangaroos jumping around inside of me.

"Kay, what about it?" he asked bluntly, typing away, his dark eyes glued to his computer screen. I held back frustration and the urge to shove his computer off his lap. Didn't I deserve his full attention? I sighed.

"'S about Mini…being my sister," I muttered, looking at my hands. I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I supposed he was patting my shoulder, but I didn't turn my head.
Fang took a breath. "I really hate to be the one who tells you this. But, Max, Mini is your sister. Everyone can see it. You can see it. But you're acting like you need enough proof that your brain will explode with information." Huh. It seemed that this was one of those rare times when Fang gave me a lecture. "I still think you should give 'er a chance." I nodded my head. Suddenly I heard laughter from somewhere outside the room. It was Iggy, I noted, and somebody else. Wait was that Mini's laugh? I swallowed thickly. I hated this, hardly knowing anything about her.
I blocked out the laughter.

"Okay, but what about the Voice? It said it was in Mini's head as well." I fell back so that my upper body was lying on Fang's bed, my feet dangling above the floor. He continued to type, not saying anything for a while. He's thinking it over, I assumed. Soon enough, he clicked a button, closed his blog and then the laptop. He slid the computer under his pillow and looked at me.
"Then the Voice is in her head," he said simply. Groaning in defeat, I knew that he was right. Somehow, some way, I sort of wished that I had the guts to go up and talk to her.
Then go ahead Max. She's on the other side of that wall. Waiting. I'm pretty sure I jumped about a foot off Fang's bed.
"Voice?" Fang asked with a raised eyebrow. I nodded my head stiffly.
"Damn Voice," I muttered, sitting up, eyebrows furrowed. What am I gonna do with you? Poke you with a freaking Q-tip?
"What did it say?" questioned Fang.
"Said that if I wanted to talk to Minimum, she's right there waiting," I responded, rubbing my temples. " How's your blog?" I abruptly changed the subject, looking at him through the corners of my eyes.
"Eh...I cancelled it," he said, smirking. I blinked in shock. It was one of the last things that I ever expected for Fang to ever do.
"What?"
"Yeah, I told all my billions of fans that I'm actually an old woman in Oklahoma, bored out of her mind."

"So, we're invisible again?" I asked hopefully, somehow feeling satisfaction out of this current event.
"That's what I'm thinking," Fang whispered, staring contemplatively at the opposite wall. It must've been awhile, us just sitting there thinking on Fang's bed, staring at the bedroom wall.
"It must suck to be you," I told Fang jokingly after a while of silence. I stood up to stretch. "Just being quiet and all, it can be a real drag." But in reality, I was secretly glad that I could have a slightly normal conversation with Fang and just be around him, us spending time together without argument or interruption. I was glad that I hadn't needed to run away