Hey, I realize some people are OOC, but I think this is how they should behave. FYI, this is set post TFW, like, a year later. Haven't factored WW in yet (since it's not out), so this is like my Book 5.

Thank you jaz719 and Rained on Wings for being my first reviewers and thanks to you people who put me on watch/their fav list. I'm doing this for you!

(Keep in mind that I do not own Maximum Ride. I forgot to mention that. Anyway, MR belongs to James Patterson, not me. If it did, this would have happened a long time ago.)

On to Chapter 3:

Erasers and flyboys surrounded us. Our peaceful little home in Arizona was no more. Somehow, they'd found us. And now they were going to kill us.

We took off into the sky, directed by an unvoiced command. Iggy, Nudge, and Fang were going head first into a swarm of them above the house. Gazzy and Angel were taking on three by themselves. I took out a couple before remembering something Jeb had told me.

"Flyboys! Hit the base of their spine!" I yelled, and I could see tons of them drop out of the sky as the flock took my advice. But there were more coming, too many for us to take.

Fang was by my side now. He shot me a look that said, If I'm going down, I'm going down fighting. I knew exactly how he felt. And if I was going down, I would do my best to help everyone out safely.

In that brief silent exchange between me and Fang, an eraser took advantage. Fang doubled over and started falling like a rock.

"FANG!" I cried, diving after him. So much for the safety plan.

I was too late. I saw Fang crash onto the ground, and then flyboys surrounded him. I remember calling out his name over and over. Someone screamed.

Then, nothing.

I woke up in a cold sweat, like the one from last night. I felt around and sighed in relief that I could move my arms and legs. I felt exhausted, like I hadn't slept at all.

It was dark. I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. The room didn't smell sterile and cold like most of the School's holding cells (or cages, for that matter). It smelt… familiar.

I sat up and realized that I was still in my pajamas, with my favorite green fleece on top of me. Usually they don't go this far. Wait, never mind. I knew where I was.

I laughed unbelievably high pitched out of immense relief. I shed a couple of tears and shook uncontrollably. I was still at home. No one had taken me anywhere.

I glanced at my clock. 2:00 am. I couldn't go back to sleep. I was afraid of what I might see.

I flinched at the knock on my door.

"Max, are you awake?"

Oh, God. It was Fang.

"Yeah," I managed to choke out.

"Can I come in? I need to talk to you."

Oooooo! What is it? I want at least ten reviews if you want to find out!