Mo: Alright, first let me apologize. 1, because this A/N will be long, and 2, because I've neglected and abandoned this story. I just stopped caring abou it. But I was digging though my massive pile of notebooks today and I found this, so I thought maybe I'd put them up. I won't do a whole lot of editing, so you can see how my writing has changed. I might keep this one going, I might not. Who knows? But if I do decide to discontinue it, I'll let you guys know it's up for adoption, okay? I think that's fair.

Fang: I'll try to make her use her free time on typing this, rather than anime. Most of her time now is taken by writing an original story.

Mo: I'm planning on turning it into book, if I can get it published. I just want to say that I couldn't have had the courage to write a book if it wasn't for Bre-chan, St. Fang of Boredom (your stories are what got me writing in the first place, so I can't ever possibly thank you enough), and my agent, Fang. Well, I probably could have without Fang. He's quite useless when it comes to agent-ing.

Fang: Hey!

Mo: - self-righteous glare that questions Fang's intelligence –

Fang: -sighs- You're probably right…

Mo: Of course I am. At least Iggy (my editor) helps me fix and improve the story! You're just the person who reads over my shoulder and whispers snarky comments and observations while I'm writting.

Fang: You misspelled "writing".

Mo: See?

Fang: Anyways, here's the real chapter 3 (with our original stupid A/Ns).

Mo: Alright, so I wrote this chapter in class while watching Titanic, so if it seems a bit…different…just go with it.

Fang: Don't forget about –(I'm not going to write this part, because it was about a guy I'm upset with now. Also, the girliness of it makes me feel pathetic and weak. Sorry, boys. I just don't have time for love and whatnot. So I'll just edit this part out, okay?)

Iggy: -sighs- Ah, teenage love. So confusing. So hormonal.

Mo: I am NOT hormonal.

Fang: Sure, you're not.

Mo: If I admit I'm hormonal, will you admit your undying love for Iggy?

Iggy: -starts choking-

Fang: Heck no!

Mo: Ah, you said no. If you read the question again, you basically said: "No, I will not admit my undying love for Iggy." Meaning that you do love Iggy.

Iggy: -dies-

Fang: Just post the stupid chapter already.

Generic Disclaimer Voice: I do not own Maximum Ride or its characters or franchise rights.

Generic (and less annoying) Claimer Voice: I own myself, all of Melissa's flock/pack, and eventually the two birdkids I've kidnapped. That is all.

So after two days—two long, long days—we were finally there, in the mountains of Colorado. We'd covered my Porshe with a tarp and hidden it in a particularly dense part of the forest.

For 3 hours, we'd been searching. We'd almost covered the entire area where Angel said they were, according to Fang. I was searching the ground with Iggy, while Fang searched from the skies.

I watched him for a moment. He flew overhead but then turned and backtracked. He looked down at me, pointing at something about 10 feet in front of me. I strained to see what he was so excited about, but I couldn't find anything relatively worth the interest. Suddenly, something moved. I tapped Iggy's hand three times, letting him know to stay quiet and follow my footsteps. Without waiting for any indication of reply, I began walking cautiously walking toward the thing. I heard the sound of…crying? Who was crying, and why?

I stepped closer. It was a girl of about six or seven. A cute little brunette. But thing that caught my eye was her ears. She had little cat ears poking out from her hair, and as I watched, I saw a tail flick anxiously behind her. She was a hybrid.

She seemed to be calling for someone. "Souri? Souris? Où êtes-vous, Souris? Souris?" she called.

"French," Iggy whispered. I nodded, which was pointless since he couldn't see.

A little mouse crawled up beside the girl. "Souris! Vous y êtes!" she exclaimed, cradling the mouse in her tiny hands.

I heard Fang land behind us. Unfortunately, so did the girl. She looked in our direction, her eyes filled with fear.

"Qui êtes-vous?" she cried.

"Uh, right. It's okay. Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you. Just calm down," I said as gently as possible.

"Oh yes, very reassuring," Fang muttered behind me. I resisted the urge to smack him, as it might upset the girl further. Meanwhile, the child was pulling something from her pocket. A whistle.

Well, I thought. That's not good. Before any of us could react, she blew 5 short high blasts on the stupid thing. I looked around, panicking.

Suddenly, we were surrounded. About 8 other children had joined us. The little girl pointed at us and looked urgently at another girl, this one tall with long blond hair and wings.

"Melissa!" she cried. Recognition dawned on Melissa's face as she stared at us. Well, not at me, but at the boys. I took this moment to look at the other kids. Aside from Melissa and the little girl with the mouse, there were seven others. There was a girl who looked very similar to Melissa, but her skin was darker tan, she had short golden-brown hair, and instead of wings she had little fox-like ears poking through her hair. She and Melissa both looked about 15.

Another girl had wavy, dark-strawberry hair and looked 13. She had a long black tail like that of a wildcat, most likely a cougar or panther. Next was a boy with blonde hair. He looked pretty normal, I noted, as did 3 others: a girl with brown hair and piercing golden eyes; a boy with spiky, white-blond hair; and finally, a girl with short almost-black hair. Finally, the last—and strangest—kid was a boy with the same tan skin as the other girl, and shaggy brown hair sticking in every-which-direction, like a lion's mane. He had a long, furry tail and was crouched down like he was about to pounce on us. He licked his lips. I shuddered.

"Bring them to the cabin! Two of you with each of them!" Melissa ordered. She put the little girl on her back and ran off. That was the last thing I saw before my eyes were covered.

*Melissa's POV*

It was them. Two of the ones who'd rescued me and my pack from that awful place, with another girl I'd never seen before. I looked at the three new kids, asleep on the floor. They'd passed out soon after reaching the house. The rest of my pack had practically dragged them back while I carried Kira-Kira home to wash the mud from playing in the woods again. Well, the rest of my pack, all except for Raven. Damn that boy. Always running off. But he had managed to bring back their bags from their poorly hidden yellow car. I sighed. One of these days, he was going to get himself in a lot of trouble.

A/N: Awesome! I finally got around chapter 3! No one kill me, please! I'm going to do my very best to post every Tuesday, at least until I run out of chapters. At that point, I'll probably put this story up for adoption. Anyway, thanks everyone for reading, and I swear on my life that this story is no longer on hiatus. Until next time!

P.S.: Reviews are loved, concrit is appreciated, and your flames are often hilarious. ~Love, Mo