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Track One: Life Starts Now by Three Days Grace

Track Two: Freak Out by Avril Lavigne

Track Three: Use Somebody by Kings of Leon

*Bel*

We would follow Talon to the end of the world—deep into a fiery, active volcano if he asked. There would be no question of his sanity—out-loud anyways—but we would do it, nonetheless. Anything he said, we followed.

That's just how amazing of a leader he was, and that's just how much we trusted him. If we were in a parallel universe and Talon betrayed us—I say it like that because he could never do that, especially to Ember—we would be so devastated. Honestly, I think Ember might die on the inside.

Anyways…right now, our dedication to Talon was clearly eminent. If he ever had any doubts about Ember's and my loyalty to him before, he didn't now.

Our sanity on the other hand…probably.

Who in their right minds travels back to the wicked place that created them in an attempt to destroy it, with only two teenage girls?

Not saying girls couldn't do it better than guys, because we totally can—or at least just as good—but nonetheless, it was just us two.

Shadow didn't feel good about sending his baby sister in there with only one other person, but he didn't question Talon. No one ever did. So, the two of us came in.

All five of us would've made so much more sense, but I knew Talon knew what he was doing. He had to, especially if he's sending the love of his life—that's totally Ember, by the way—in there with only one person protecting her.

Maybe Ember and I were more qualified for the job? I don't know.

But, we all are five pretty freaking amazing teenage avian hybrids, if I do say so myself.

Talon alone probably could've done it…maybe—okay, fine; probably not. But, still. He's a freakin' Marine. No, he doesn't have a special ability…unless super strength counts as an ability. If so, then, yeah, he does. He's two percent of a mixture of lots of birds, but he has solid white wings, and he's nineteen.

For some reason, three years difference between Talon and Ember bothers Shadow. Ember wants to be with Talon, more than anything else in the world—whether or not she'll admit it—but Shadow wouldn't approve, to the point he would be pissed. That would kill Ember, so she's just waiting for Shadow to get over it.

He will…eventually. If not, I'll get a hold of him.

Hey…there's an idea.

The second-in-command was none other than Shadow. He has, by far, the best eyesight. It's ridiculous. Along with that, he can morph into other things—whatever he wants to. He's part hawk, so his wing look like a hawk's would. He's on the verge of turning nineteen, but he's not quite there. He only a month left till he does.

Then, just a month or so older than me, there's Ember…my insanely gorgeous best friend who is more like my sister than anyone else I know. She's average height, although she feels like a dwarf sometimes. I mean, five foot five is a good height. You're not short, but you're not super tall either.

Like me. Really? I mean, I guess it's better than being six foot tall or taller, but five foot ten? That's tall, in my eyes, freakishly so.

Anyways…back to Ember. Her emo style long black hair accents her olive skin and amazing eyes perfectly. They're bright, literally glow in the dark, emerald—an exact emerald green color. They are so beautiful.

Haha.

She's two percent phoenix with dark charcoal wings, which makes her ability—she's got the exact same ability as the Human Torch, exactly—ironic and funny. She also has the best sense of direction out of any of us, even Talon.

Then, there's Ash. Oh man. She's…wow. This girl is insanely hyper, which makes sense, I guess, cause she's only thirteen. She's so sweet, though, and she cares like you wouldn't even believe. You can't not love this girl. But, anyways, we're not sure what kind of bird she is, but she has dark sapphire wings with random sky blue stripes in a couple of places—one thick long one and another short thin one, the short one on top of the other. She can control storms, which is awesome, she's the best cook by far, and she's a super genius like you wouldn't even believe.

Me? I'm nothing special. The only thing—I guess things—I can do is I can control light, I can control dark—shadows and the sun included—and I have the best hearing. Oh! I'm the absolute klutizest person in the world, I'm so figuratively blonde—literally too—that it's actually sad, I can't cook to save my life, and the words accident or danger prone don't even come close to almost somewhat describing me in the tiniest bit. Seriously; it's bad.

Another thing about me is, around everyone, even Ember sometimes, I'm a quiet, impassive, scary girl. When I say scary, I mean they are terrified of me—Ember not so much. If I really wanted to, I could force Talon to make me leader.

There are two huge reasons why I would never do that. For one, I don't want to. I mean, that's a huge responsibility that I just don't want. I could never lead these guys. And, for another reason, they would all HATE me—if that's even good enough to describe it.

Honestly, I think if everyone HAD to make a list of their favorite people in order, Ember's list would be the only one I wouldn't be at the bottom of, and even then, I would only be second, maybe third.

Not that I blame them. I'm not a very appealing person, in any way.

Ember would KILL me if she heard that.

Good thing she didn't and won't…ever.

Somethings we all have in common is our sarcasm, our amazing sense of humor, our sense of style, and our insanely awesome ability to come up with witty comebacks. For the most part, we're happy, but sometimes, I just feel empty. Then, I feel terrible, because I'm the only one that feels like the Flock just isn't enough to make me one hundred percent whole and happy.

It sucks.

Not only has Talon led us so well and naturally, but he's also taught us so much. He's taught us about love, life, hope, trust, loyalty, many other things…and my favorite, the importance of being no one but us, who we truly are.

To be yourself in a world that constantly tries to change you is, in my eyes, the greatest accomplishment you can have; one of the greatest anyways.

"Bel, watch out!" Ember's voice yelled, snapping me out of my trance just in time to get a hard, blunt object smashed against my head by a Flyboy. A split second later, everything went completely black.

Great. Way to be a nuisance to my best friend in an already tough, almost suicidal situation involving, easily, fifty Flyboys.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!