MAX 6

A/N I have been super busy with day camp and life so I have barely had time to write. Also because I'm addicted to my iPod touch and Sims for the 3DS and because of this online game, Happy Wheels. So much blood."And tell me that I take your breath away, so tell me that you love me, yeah. And maybe if you take one more than I would know for sure. There's nothing left to say, tell me that you love me me that you love me anyway, whoahhhhh."(A/N If you never heard the song its called Tell Me That You Love Me)

Dylan is sleep singing. Again. I sighed as I got up to either smother him with something or wake him up. "Dylan, wake up you're sleep singing." I said shaking him. To my surprise his eyes popped open.

"No, I'm not. Do you want to tell me something? Anything at all?" he said smiling. His teeth are so freaking bright and shiny.

"No. Now go to sleep before I choke you or you wake the flock up. Get it?" I said with a edge in my voice

"Yes ma'am," he said flashing his teeth yet again.

We had flown across the ocean non-stop trying to get to Angel. I had so many thoughts. Like why Angel sent me the message and not Gazzy, where Mom, Jeb, and Ella are, what happened to me and Fang. He used to be my right hand man, now its like I don't know him and Dylan's the one who I've known since the when we were in those dog crates. Most of all if Angel was alive or not.

Now we're in New York somewhat sleeping in some boarded up building. I just wish I could shut my brain down for a few hours to sleep then wake up with everything the way it was before we all had our birthday. Before that, Angel was an angel, Fang would never think about leaving, and nothing else horrific would've happened.

"Oh my God, I think I killed Iggy!" That was Gazzy.

"GAZZY WHAT THE HECK!" I yelled. When I went over to Iggy he looked really….weird…. Almost like his usualy pale skin was firey red.

"I kinda dared him to lick the wall and things went down hill from there…" He said, "I think there was pesticide or rat poison on the wall."

"Okay," I said gathering my inner Maxness, "Do you know how to get it out of his system?"

"If he threw up that would probably work."

So that's how I ended up pushing the handle of a metal spoon down Iggys' throat. He did throw up. It wasn't pretty, it was thick and black like the charred walls of the building. So I put an ban on Dares, Truth or Dares, and anything else having to do with daring people.

I decided to take The Flock out to iHop and let everyone get what they wanted, except Gazzy who I limited to toast, eggs, and juice. No bacon for you. But we came up with a new way to get away (heh that rhymed) without paying (Iggy: OH MY GOD I'M BLIND! THIS FOOD DID SOMETHING! DON'T END UP LIKE ME! DON'T EAT THIS FOOD! TELL MY GIRLFRIEND I LOVE HER! While the rest of us snuck out the door while the employees tried to calm him and the costumers down, then Iggy kicked a few employees and darted out the door where we took off)

"Nice job, man." Dylan complimented.

"Things are easy when you're a pyromaniac." Iggy replied.

"True say, true say." Gazzy said.

"So are you guys ready?" I asked

"Yeah!" They said together.I love my Flock.

So now we're headed to Death Valley, California. The place where we were created. I just hope things turn out right.

A/N This is shorter because I wrote this within two hours the same day I'm posting it, I hope you liked it. If you don't kitty dies. Comment. If you don't Angel dies. Decisions, decisions.