Ok, please don't hate me, I feel really bad about taking forever to write. But I just graduated 8th grade so I have a lot of time to write. If you stayed with me all this time, you must know that I love you guys and probably never be able to have your patience. If there is anything you want me to put in the story, tell me and I will try really hard to work it in with the plot. I love you all!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but I do own the plot.

Previously in our story:

I drifted of into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of flying again with the flock, holding Fang's hand the whole time. Everyone was happy, the world was safe; we were free to live the life we always wanted now. No one from the school chased us anymore. It was a care free world, but like I said, I was dreaming; it would have been too easy to have been able to be free. That is the main word in this situation; free. I have a feeling waking up to find yourself bound from head to foot is not exactly what I would call free. So here we go again, the real world and the school interfering in our lives. Were surrounded by Flyboys and Fang is unconscious on the floor to my right, his hands and feet bound like mine.

"Hello Maxi!" This was not good.

Max's POV

Max Run!

What are you talking about; I can't run when I'm bound from head to toe!

You have to try, if they get you to their base, you will be dissected and put on display for the scientists to study!

I froze; they were going to turn me into birdie sushi. Can't we stick to the whole "save the world, become heroes" thing?

Do you mean that if they get me inside their little labs, I have no chance of getting out!?!

The voice didn't respond making me nervous. I wriggled against the ropes that were tied around my ankles and wrists. Flyboys continued entering and exiting the cave, reporting to Ari before they left. I peeked over at Fang; he was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. He was unceremoniously dropped in the corner and left in an awkward position.

I know this is going to hurt, just like last time.

I wriggled harder against the ropes, causing my wrists to bleed. It hurt worse then when I tried to remove the chip. Everything in my mind was focused on getting Fang and I away. Where was the voice when I needed it?!?!?!?

Turn around and cut the ropes on the rock behind you.

I didn't even respond I just listened to what the voice said. Whipping around, I found a sharp edge right next to my face. Lifting up my arms was harder then I thought it would be. Near-death experiences do that to people you know. Moving my arms up and down, the ropes started to cut.

One more run through, just one more, Yes!

The ropes fell down to my side. I checked to make sure no one saw me yet. Pain shot up my arm as I tore at the binds around my ankles. The knot wasn't coming loose very easily. A small rock lay on the ground near my feet. Picking it up, I started to saw at the ropes around my ankles. When it finally went through, I turned and started to cut Fang free. I was just about to start on his wrists when a flyboy walked to close, catching a glimpse of what I was doing.

"You are not authorized to do that," he said in a robotic voice. I shivered at the thought of how they made those buckets of bolts. Calculating as quickly as I could, I grabbed Fang's collar, swiped at the flyboy's legs, and started to run towards the exit. Shouts filled the small space as paw after paw tried to grab onto me.

Max get down!

I dove to the floor, just missing a paw that flew at my face. Recovering quickly, I dragged Fang to the exit and started to run towards a nearby cliff. A crack disrupted the silence, followed by a scream. It took me a minute to realize I was the one screaming. The bullet was lodged deep in my lower back, missing all important organs but still hurting like hell.

Max you need to stop screaming and find a place to hide.

Clamping my mouth shut, I dove off the edge of the cliff. I rolled my shoulders, bringing out my brown and white wings. Trying to fly higher was proving to be difficult with Fang still unconscious. The ground was once again zooming closer to me.

I am really staring to hate this!

"Ah, my head, what happened? Where am I?" Fang started to look around.

"We got attacked by flyboys, and we are right now falling, for the second time today! However we can fix that if you pull out your fucking wings and start to flap big bird!"

I was so pissed that I didn't have time to be polite. Fang looked at me like I had two heads before he pulled out his wings and started to fly up. I gazed above me, finding the cliff top empty.

Weird, you'd think they would try and attack us some more.

They got called back to HQ, their mission is considered a failure.

Hey voice, thanks for helping me back there.

Everything was quiet inside my head, causing my mind to target back to the piece of metal implanted in my back. Fang also seemed to take notice to the blood that was soaking the back of my shirt.

"Max, is that a bullet hole in your shirt?" He sounded angry, surprised, and worried at the same time.

"Yeah, it is," I mumbled. Not even I, the invincible Max, could stop the tears that were rolling down my face. Fang saw that to.

"Let's land over there so I can see your back," he said, pointing at a clearing in the forest. I didn't argue as we descended into the open space. We walked into the trees so no one would see us.

"Lift up your shirt," he said. I turned and glared at him.

"What did you say?" My cheeks were blazing red; smoke almost coming out of my ears.

"I don't mean like that Max, just lift up the back of your shirt," he said while rolling his eyes. I ended up lying on my stomach as he examined my wound.

"I need to get the bullet out; do we have a pair of tweezers or something?" I pulled out a pocket knife and passed it back.

"Max, this won't" I cut him off with my hand.

"Just use it, that's all we've got." He grumbled something. I only caught a few words but it sounded like "girls" and "stubborn." He placed a hand on my upper back, sending shocks through my spine.

"Don't move," he said in a quiet voice. I felt the blade slide into the wound making me cry out in pain. Fang hesitated, not continuing until I nodded my head. Seconds later I heard the knife drop, along with the chunk of metal. He tore off the bottom part of his shirt, wrapping it around my back. His arms encircled my waist, pulling me off the ground.

"Are you ok?" He stared at me with worried eyes. I nodded my head as he brought his hand up to my face, wiping away the tears that were traveling down my cheeks. I leaned my head into his hand, enjoying the warmth. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My eyes fluttered shut just before his lips met mine. This kiss, unlike the last one, wasn't as gentle. I knotted my hands in his hair as he moved me closer with his other arm. My back screamed in pain, but I completely ignored it. I pulled away to breathe, and he started rubbing circles in between my shoulder blades.

"Fang, we need to find the flock," I whispered. He nodded and stood up, holding his hand out for me to take. Grabbing hold, we started to fly into the mountains. The flock would be together soon.

Thanx for reading, I hope you liked this; I tried to make it longer. Please review and let me know what you think, this chapter had some major Fax in it. Hope you liked it.

Love

Nettie