Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Kisha and Jamie Reaper, Dr. Washington, and Deveann are property of ME! Kumali is property of Jwan!

Golly, (wow, never thought I'd say that word) you guys are unlike any of my other reviewers. It's odd. Nice, of course, I love you guys. But when you review I feel like I'm talking to a writer instead of just someone who likes books and I can tell by the reviews that you're good writers, too. More than 100 reviews. You know, I actually never thought people liked my writing all too much. Anyhoo, I find it a lot easier just having a vague outline of what I'm doing. There's only once specific event that I know is going to take place and that can pretty much happen any time I tell it to. BUT I won't make it anytime soon because I want to have a funeral for Lash and, for the record, Malissa is still in this story, just not much. I'll also need to introduce Lita and George, right Jwan? But anyhoo, poor Kisha, she can't have kids... but she can, and (SPOILER WARNING!) will. Ah... poor thing. Really odd writing that, too.

Kisha's POV

Oh! My DNA was messed up? Really? You mean not being able to feel pain when in a battle and healing at an almost impossible rate isn't normal? You mean to say that being the Changelum of hunting means that living a semi-normal life (you know, except the urges to kill passing bunnies in the woods and shake them in my mouth like a chew toy) isn't going to be easy at all? For those of you out there that are sarcasm deficient, that was it.

"Well then, I'm afriad Deveann's wounds may be infected and I'm gong to have to treat them sometime within the next three hours. Does anyone else have information for me that might come as a surprise or may be used later?" We all looked at Fang. Fang looked at the ground. "Fang, whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I'm not human." He said with a shrug.

"Well, no, none of you are. You're all mutants-" Dr.Washington began.

"I mean, none of me is. I'm a Siren."

"For Pete's sake where are you people getting this information?!" Dr.Washington cried in frustration. "Fang, if you were anything other than Avian or Human, I would've-"

"He killed Lash by talking softly to her." Angel insisted.

"I-I see... Well then... is anyone else here not human?" Max rose her hand.

"I don't know what I am, is that a problem?" She asked.

"I'm pretty sure you're Human." Dr.Washington rolled his eyes.

"You were pretty sure Fang was, too." She folded her arms.

"Very well, then. I will test your DNA to see if you are indeed anything other than Human and Avian but I don't believe you are. You're just very talented."

"So that's what you call that." She and I said in unison. Dr.Washington took Deveann to the hospital so he could treat his wounds and Lina and Rita came in to watch us. They had a friend.

"This is our little sister." Rita introduced a small girl with curly platinum blond hair and green eyes.

"Hi, I'm Lita." She seemed to be somewhere between ten and thirteen. I was guessing at eleven. Gasman hopped off the couch and offered his hand to the girl.

"My name's Gasman, you can call me Gazzy." I looked over at Max. Max shrugged.

"He's usually pretty anti-social." She whispered to me. Lita giggled and took his hand.

"What a funny name." She smiled sweetly at him. I thought I saw him blush.

"I think your little Gazzy has a crush." I told Max. She nodded, smiling slightly.

"So then, Ritat, Lita, Lina, nice names by the waym let me introduce you to the flocks." Max said. "I am Max, you've met Gazzy, that's Nudge, Iggy's the one whose hair looks like it's electrically charged, Angel is Gazzy's little sister, the blond sweet one, and Fang's the one with the emo hair. (that, by the way, my friend said I drew very well) And now to Kisha."

"I'm Kisha, Kumali is the one that actually looks fit to go into public, and Deveann, D-E-V-E-A-N-N, he's the one with the hair that defies the laws of physics, but he's not here right now, you'll know him when you see him."

"Nice to meet you." The three chimed with a slight bow.

"Sheesh, we're just runaway winged kids, no need to be formal." Iggy snickered. We all laughed. We were given more food, which is one sure fire way to get us to trust you, lots of free food. As we ate in silence I began to feel an unease sink in.

What if Deveann's wound is infected and has been for a long time?

He might die if it doesn't get treated, but I'm sure he would have complained about the pain sometime so we shouldn't write him off as close-to-dead just yet.

Gee, that's encouraging.

I quickly lost my appetite. "What's wrong, Kisha? You aren't eating? Is it because you're worried about Deveann, cuz I'm worried, too. What if his wound really is infected? What if he's going to die because the infection is spreading through out his body? What if-"

"Oh gosh." I ran into the bathroom and puked up lunch and breakfast.

"Nudge!" Kumali screamed.

"Sorry!" Max came into the bathroom with me.

"Sick or stress?"

"I wouldn't know, if I had a fever I'm not sure my body would tell me. It's busy covering up my feeling of the various bruises on me." I spit out a bit of splurk still left in my mouth. Disgusting. I wiped my mouth with my arm and washed off my arm in the sink. Max flushed the toilet.

"Would you like to go to the hospital and see how things are going? Kumali and Rita could probably take you."

"That'd be nice." I groaned. Max went to tell them. Rita's car was so much comfier than the patrol car. To tell you the truth it was pretty fancy. "Hey, Rita, you loaded or somethin'?" I asked.

"Yeah, kinda. Ain't you?"

"Well, yeah, still, I just don't meet too many rich people. Ya know, livin' in hte woods 'n such." I shrugged.

"Yes, I can see where that might cause you to be a bit anti-social." We parked next to Dr.Washington's junked up Honda and went inside.

"Gosh, I hate being such a nuisence." I murmured to Kumali.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure the others are worried too. You have full reason to be worried." We saw Deveann talking to a smiley Dr.Washington.

"Hey!" Rita called waving. They looked up. Dr.Washington waved back.

"What are you doing here?" Deveann asked us, he sat on one of those gray check up tables.

"I got worried about you." I shrugged.

"I'd only been gone for a half hour." Deveann scoffed.

"Nudge." Kumali said bluntly.

"Oh." Deveann nodded knowingly. "Well, I'm fine. I'm not infected or anything, I just can't put too much pressure on my abdomen." I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

I seriously don't know where I'm going right now. Oh well. If I get more than 3 reveiws, being hopeful here, I'll update today.