"Whitecoat? Eraser?" He asks, looking slightly, yet genuinely confused.

"Yeah." I reply, irritated. "Don't tell me you don't know what Whitecoats and Erasers are."

He decides to let the Erasers and Whitecoat thing drop. "You kids are mutants?" By this time all 6 of us have our wings out in the open, ready for take off.

"Kinda' obvious, isn't it?" I demand.

He nods. "You can come with me." He says. "There's a safe place for you."

Okay, you know how adults warn you against kidnappers and say they might say something like: 'Do you want some candy? You can come with me, and I'll give you some.'

That's what this guy was doing. A safe place was like candy for us. Yet, even without parents we figured stuff like this out fairly fast.

"Yeah, and I'm Batman." I said sarcasticly. "What's the catch?"

The man seemed only slightly fazed by my contrary behavior. "Nothing." He said, completely calm. Then he put his hand out and three claws came out. Pure metal, glinting dimly. I think I gasped. Nudge gave a little squeal, Angel took a step backward, Gazzy gasped, Fang raised an eyebrow, (His equivalent to a scream of surprise.) and Iggy, sensing something wrong, took a step back.

I managed to nod and say, "Yeah. What's this safe place?"

An hour later we landed next to a gate according to the guys—Logan's—instructions. He pressed a button and called, "Open the gate please, Hank."

A voice replied. "Yep."

The gates swung open, and eye took a glance at Fang, he tilted his mouth in that quirky half smile of his, and shrugged.

The mansion was freakin' huge! For a bunch of street Avian-Americans, the best we'd ever had was a farm house in Virginia. The most we could hope for was a subway tunnel in New York. Nudge grinned at me, the smile lighting her whole face. The rest of the flock, except for Iggy and Fang looked on in complete disbelief and amazement.

We stepped inside and were practicably met with a welcoming party.

A bunch of teenagers mostly. A guy, about 17 with blonde hair turned toward Logan and asked, "Who are these guys?"

Logan turned to us, letting us introduce ourselves.

"Max."

"Fang."

"Iggy."

"Nudge."

"Gazzy."

"Angel."

"What can you do?" Asked a girl edging from the back, she has light brown hair, with white bangs. She wore a jacket, the sleeves pulled up to her elbows. A yellow and green costume and yellow gloves. Her eyes were challenging.

I grinned. "That's better demonstrated outside." I say.


Out in the open air, I unfurled my wings, the rest of the flock following. And then I launched into the air. We flew up, our wings gliding on the slight crisp breeze.


My fingers ran along the railing of my balcony. So far this place was awesome. Everyone had a power and were mutants. But so far nothing this good had stayed with us. Suddenly Fang flew up on the rail.

"OH MY _ FANG!" I screamed.

"Sorry." He muttered, but his mouth was quirked up slightly.

"No you aren't, you idiot."

"Yeah, I know. How r' you doin'? He asks.

"Alright." I say, easing into his hug. "Why?"

"Dunno. Just wondering. Is it wrong to wonder if you're alright?"

"No." I say grinning.

He pecks me on the cheek. "Good."

"This place seems to good to be true—ya' know?"

He nods. "How long do you think it will last?"

"I don't know. I just wanna enjoy it." He nods and kisses me.

"Goodnight Max."

A/N I love Fax! It's just awesome, and I hated the way things turned out in Fang, so I'm just gonna ignore it. I also hate Dylan. So kick him out. Anyway, pretty good right? Sorry I didn't update for a while. I was busy all week, and then my imagination wasn't talking to me, and then I saw the Hunger Games (Most awesome movie EVER!) So yeah. Thanks for be willing to stick with me though.

Artemis.

P.S. Flames will be used to roast my marshmellows.

P.P.S. Angel and Emma are going to meet next chapter.