Disclaimer: Maximum Ride and all of the characters associated with Maximum Ride belong to James Patterson. Everything else is mine you hear me? MINE!

A/N: I should just do these like bi-monthly, seeing as that's basically what I'm doing. Anywho, once again I'm sorry for taking so long with this.

Chapter description: Max and Chris run from erasers. And find themselves literally in an awkward position.

Overall Description: Repressed memories are troubling the broken up flock 1 year on. And the arrival of more Avian teens either makes matters better, or worse.

Pairings: Just a heads up throughout the entire story. OCxMax, OCxFang, OCxIggy.

Other things: Character death, may be slight OOC-ness, first few chapters are 1 year before the main plot, I'm different and I love it.

Reviewers: Some one asked if I had a Degree in Writing. I answer with this. 'If I did I would be an author by now and wouldn't be wasting my time with fan fics' XD. Still, keep 'em coming

POV for this chapter: Max

What would Erasers want with teenagers you're probably asking right now? I've got no freaking idea.
I mean, they got us when we were just babies (as far as we know anyway), so you're asking the wrong girl here.
Typically enough for this time of day, the roads were packed with cars, making it difficult to see the kid and get across to the other side.
God I wish I could've used my wings right now, but I don't want another fiasco like in that restaurant… Despite it being hilarious.
I jumped when I heard a weird noise coming from a little ways down, seeing that a crossing signal had just changed to walk. Perfect!
Running as fast as I could, meaning probably faster then those guys in the Olympics, I dashed across the street and raced towards the Erasers who were starting to close in.
"Watch out!" I yelled ahead, making a lot of people turn towards me as I leapt at one of the Erasers, bring him to the ground.
The guy they were stalking jumped as he saw them, possibly me as well, but he also looked like he recognised them.
"Hey, what's going on…?" He stammered, obviously confused, along with the rest of the high street.
But drawing attention wasn't smart, Erasers really don't seem to care if they're seen in broad day light, and I should've noticed the one I'd body slammed was changing right under me.
I leapt of him and grabbed the red head's wrist, pulling him along.
"No time to explain right now, I'll tell you later." I said quickly as we slammed our feet along the pavement, running as fast as I could without losing my grip on him.
But with my hearing, not only did I hear gasps of shock and whispers of people saying stuff about movies and special effects (more nostalgia trips, 2 in 1 day isn't what I'd call pleasant or memorable), but the sound of large claws scraping across the pavement.
They'd changed and they really wanted this kid.
Seriously, what the heck is going on?
"Where are you taking me, and what exactly is so bad about those guys?" The guy said, his heavy breathing making my ears ring lightly as I dragged him left into the local park, so densely covered with trees the whole thing seemed to glow green.
It made me feel sick.
"I said no time explain!" I told him snappishly. "All you need to know is that those guys would've done a lot of harm to you."
"What, the new guys from my class?" He asked, and I saw out of the corner of my eye he was starting to turn his head around to see.
"Don't!" I yelled, not wanting him to be scared witless, which would make this 10 times harder.
He snapped his head back so fast it looked like he could've turned it 180 degrees.
Making me feel even more sick.
"Well, can you at least tell me who you are?" He asked, trying to make me swerve to the right, so I followed.
It couldn't hurt I guess…
"My name's Max."
"Max?… I thought that was a guys name?"
Oh, he did not just say that… If I wasn't such an overly caring, kind, loving person, I would've turned around and slapped him.
…
I'll slap him later.
Ignoring his comment, I continued. "Well, do you at least have the courtesy to tell me your name?" I asked.
"Oh, right. It's Chris." He told me. "Christopher Hope."
Ok, names out of the way, good start. "Well, I have absolutely no idea where we're going…" I told him
"Why do you think I took you this way?" Chris asked, swing me towards an opening in the trees.
I accidentally tripped over in the opening though, trust me…
And that's not the worst thing. I brought him down with me… And we ended up with him laying on top of me… Eyes locked.