Hey guys! Omg this hasn't even been posted 4 a week and I alredy hav reviews! Thx guys! Wanna no sumthin funny? This story started out as a dream I had… but it had a bunch of weerd characters, like mike was a dude hoo maxed traveled with after being arrested and then he tuned into stevie. I hav weerd dreems, that's all I can say… o well. Hope u like the story! O! I DON'T OWN THE FLOCK! ITS ALL JAMES PATTERSON'S! NOT MINE!

Six months later

It's been six months. Six freaking months since I left the flock. Six sad, depressing months without them. I've been living in San Francisco ever since. I met this girl named Stevie and guess what; she's a mutant, too. She escaped from Itex when it was destroyed. Yeah, you heard me right. The flock destroyed Itex. Every last building. They destroyed Itex without me. It was in the newspaper three months ago. I missed them so much. I missed Angel's cuteness. I missed my two bomb pyros. I even missed Nudges rants. But I missed Fang the most. I missed his smirk, his chuckle, and his silentness. Sometimes I would dream about them. Mostly Fang, though. I would dream that we would be talking, laughing, then a shot would ring out and he would fall to the ground, red blossoming on his chest. Then I would scream and kneel down next to him, he would tell me he loved me and I would tell him I loved him. Then he would kiss and he would die. I never got farther than that because I would wake up screaming. Stevie said I would scream his name sometimes. I've had had that dream sixty-nine times in the last six months. But I still don't know if I really love him.

Since I no longer had to stay alert and worry about Itex hurting people close to me, I could make friends. None of them knew about the wings, though. I also had a job. And I started writing. Most of them were depressing poems about love and death and other sad things. Stevie made some of them into songs and sang them on karaoke nights at the local bar. Being 3% hummingbird gives you a really pretty singing voice.

I was sitting in Stevie's and my apartment on the couch and reached over to grab my writing notebook. I tubed through the full pages and sighed.

"Stevie, I'm going to the store!" I yelled.

"Whatever," she replied from her music room.

I walked a few blocks to the store and picked out a black notebook. A pang of sadness struck my heart. I took the book over to the checkout area.

"Geez Max, this is the third notebook this week," Mike, the cashier guy, said. I smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, I've been feeling very poetic lately," I replied.

I exited the door and started walking towards home, pulling out a pen from my pocket and starting to write. That is, until I ran into someone running. I fell on my butt.

"Hey! Watch where you're going," I snapped.

"I would, if I wasn't blind," he snapped back. Another pang of sadness struck my heart. He reminded me of Iggy. Same reddish- blond hair, same snippy remarks, and same sightless, blue eyes…

"I'd better get going," he said, but I grabbed his arm.

"Wait, could you tell me what bird this feather this is from?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would you think I know anything about birds?"

I reached back and plucked one of my feathers, ignoring the little pain in my wing. If this was Iggy, than he would recognize my feather. "Something tells me you know a thing or two." I handed him the feather and he held it for a moment. Then he gasped.

"Max?" he whispered, too low for human ears to hear.

"Yeah," I said, before bursting into tears. He pulled me into his arms.

"Oh my gosh, Max, you have no idea how much we missed you," he said. "You have to come see the flock."

I laughed icily and stepped back. "Why would they? I abandoned them. If anything, they should hate me."

Iggy looked at me. "They could never hate you, Max. You took care of us almost our whole lives and you think we would hate you?"

I laughed again. "Well Fang seems to hate me. He's the one who wanted me gone. I didn't make good decisions anymore, apparently."

"Yeah, that's what he told us. He said you weren't making the best decisions anymore, and you didn't want to put the flock in danger, so you left. He never said he wanted you gone, though."

"Well he did," I replied. We looked at each other (well, Iggy looking in my general direction)in silence.

"You have to come see the flock, thought" Iggy said, breaking the silence.

I sighed. There wasn't any way out of it now.

OK... i kinda made her sound like she didnt want to see the flock but she does. just wanted 2 cleer that up. anyway. Did you like it? U no wut 2 do. Press the little butn!