Fang POV

"Try harder" he scowled

"I'm trying as hard as I can" I yelled back at him

"No you're not. If you were really trying your hardest then you would have got somewhere by now" he snarled "But at the moment you can't even move a friggin' pebble let alone save the world"

"Let's see you move a pebble with your mind then" I sneered "Come on Jeb show me how it's done."

Jeb was driving me insane. I was never going to get this pigging pebble to move; it wasn't working. It had been two weeks since that mad woman had blown up Itex. I couldn't remember anything about what had happened after the explosion. All I remembered was running for my life and then blackout. When I'd woken up I'd been in a box room with Jeb. Jeb was convinced I was the key to making sure Max saved the world. I was pretty sure Max could save the world by herself but if it meant she could be safe, for at least a little while longer, then I was prepared to do anything. Jeb was teaching me control.

Jeb sighed "You have to clear you're mind of everything Fang. Don't think about them you have to regard them as less than nothing"

How could I forget about the flock? How could I forget about Max? Max was out there probably thinking I'd left her. It hurt as much as I thought it would.

"How can I think of them as nothing?" I yelled "They're my family"

"Fang you have to do this to save them and save yourself." Jeb said through clenched teeth "now clear your mind"

I knew he wasn't bothered about the rest of us. It was Max that he was worried about and unfortunately for him he needed me to save her. Jeb had already explained how I couldn't go back to them. It would trigger dangerous emotions which I couldn't control. Like the dreams. I shuddered as I thought of what I'd almost done to Max.

Luckily I could now control the dreams. It had taken two weeks of mind wrenching torture to reverse the 'Max expiration date dream.' But I'd finally managed it

My future dreams are complex and now that I can control the dreams themselves, although not the time they come, they don't just come in the form of a dream I can have them while I am awake. It's more like….a trance let's say. It's the easiest thing in the world for me to just watch what happens in these 'trances' but its actually having a say in what happens in that trance that's the hard part. It's not just a matter of inventing anything that you want to. There are rules, as Jeb explained to me. First off what happens in the trance has to be realistic. This is why reversing my trance was so hard. I couldn't just bring Max back from the dead, I had to go back to the root cause of the death. This as well meant many problems because my trances can't change the past. That meant I had to change something that happened between the present and the time where my dream was set.

Of course I didn't know what happened in between that time which meant a lot of guess work on mine and Jeb's behalf. Then once we'd figured that out I had to actually alter my trance. I can't really explain how I do it but I'll have a go. When you choose to do something there are a million and one other things you could have done instead of what you chose. I have to find a series of choices which will lead me to what I want to happen. I also have to try and make that series affect other people as little as possible so that I don't have to alter their choices. For example say in a trance I saw a car crash into a tree because the driver was drunk. There are many things that driver could have done to avoid crashing into that tree. I could change how much the driver drunk before getting into the car. That sounds easy in itself but for every choice that could lead to the driver not drinking a million other choices are then formed. This then leads to millions of other choices of what he does next. It's like trying to make an entire quilt cover out of 1cmx1cm red squares, and for every one red square there are one million white squares. I have to find all the red squares amongst the billions of white squares then fit them together.

I'd made it so that Max would chose to stay in Paris looking for me. Jeb seemed to think that was the best way to make it. Tonight she would be staying in the same forest as I dreamt she would be only with no expiration date appearing.

So what am I doing now? Well at the moment I am trying to move a pebble with my mind. Yes you read correctly. My mind. This was Jeb's theory that my mind power wasn't just limited to trances. He said I'd learnt incredibly quickly to control the trances and that he fully believed my mind power could go even further. Which meant learning to control everything that my mind could do.

Ok so back to trying to move the pebble. Jeb said that to do this immense concentration was needed and to achieve that I needed to clear my mind of everything.

I tried to forget all about the flock to focus on nothingness. But I couldn't do it. My mind was forever on Max and the flock. What did she think about me? Did she think I'd just left her? And what about the rest of the flock? Were they all together? Jeb had already reassured me that the School didn't have the flock so I hoped Max had managed to find them.

"I can't do this" I snarled getting more and more frustrated

"Yes" Jeb snarled back at me "You can, you just have to find a trigger for it. Nobody said that would be easy."

Let me tell you it wasn't. But it had to be done. I refused to accept that I would never have full control over my powers. I would make sure I was able to go back to Max and the flock. And as soon as I'd learnt full control nothing would be able to stop me from saving the world with my family.

Nudges POV

OK so a lot had happened in the past two weeks. The biggy being we found Max. We found Max but no Fang. Well technically Max found us.

It was two weeks since Gazzy, Iggy, Angel and me had escaped the schools merry band of flyboys. I suppose you're picturing a scenario where we escaped the evil clutches of death just in the nick of time. It wasn't exactly like that…

You see the robots just sort of shut down. One minute we're getting our butts kicked the next minute BANG and the flyboys sort of just fell down to the ground.

Next thing we know Max is flying at us at about 240 miles per hour. I swear Iggy nearly lost his head. Thing is Max can't remember how she got to us. She couldn't remember anything since her and Fang flew to Paris.

So what have we been doing these past two weeks? Max has dragged us to every corner of Paris trying to find any clues of Fang's whereabouts. But we found nothing. Zip. Zilch. The thing that worried Max the most though was that we found Itex in ruins. Of course she tried not to let us see that she was worried but we could all tell anyway.

What were we doing now? We were searching Itex yet again for some sign of Fang. Max was looking for something that just wasn't there and she was getting more and more desperate. And out of character.

Max wasn't herself. Max was usually the calm, confident one ready to strike with her latest sarcastic remark. But now it was like she didn't even know us. And no matter how much any of us didn't want to admit it we all still thought it. Max was losing her memories and with it she was losing her mind. And there wasn't a single thing we could do about it.

Max POV

I thought I'd been in Paris with Fang. But I wasn't sure anymore. I couldn't think straight. Everything in my head was muddled.

The only thing I remembered was suddenly flying towards the flock in California minus Fang two weeks ago. The only thing I was sure of was that I was losing my memory, and with it my ability to think. And it was getting worse. I was forgetting months at a time.

Max you HAVE to listen to me

Oh and I was hearing a voice in my head. And that voice wasn't mine. What the hell was happening to me? I couldn't tell the others because they would think I was mental. But I had to do something. This voice just wouldn't go away. Normally I would have confided in Fang but Fang was God knows where.

That was my other problem. Fang had disappeared. We'd been searching Paris for almost two weeks now and there was no sign of him whatsoever. I was beyond worried; I was practically hyperventilating every time I thought of him

'Leave me alone' I yelled mentally at to the voice

Not until you listen to me Max. It's me Jeb.

Oh great. So I was hearing the voice of a dead man in my head. Jeb was the one who had saved us from the whitecoats. But he had disappeared almost three years ago now. All of us knew that he was dead but none of us talked about it. All I could associate with Jeb though was hatred. That was strange because before Jeb had died I'd loved him like a father.

Max I am alive. You have to try and remember me. Everything counts on you remembering.

'Remembering what?'

Everything. Ari, the Director, saving the world, Fang.

Ari? Of course I knew Ari. He was Jeb's son. But what was I meant to remember about him?

Think, Max, think

I closed my eyes racking my brain for anything I could remember about him. But I couldn't physically remember anything. I just felt sadness. But no explanation to why I was feeling that sadness

Max expand on your emotions, you're feeling everything just not remembering

I racked my brain again desperately trying to find the lost memories. But it was useless. My mind was as blank as it had been before. It was like trying to complete a jigsaw when you only had one piece out of one hundred.

Come on Max. Try harder.

"It's too hard" I yelled tears in my eyes.

I looked around me to find the flock staring at me worriedly.

Iggy walked up to me

"Max" he said softly "We will find him. Promise"

I nodded at Iggy and gave him a small smile. I needed to find Fang. He would know what to do about my memory loss. God I needed him so much it hurt. Where was he?

Jeb POV

Oh God. I didn't know what to do. Max was losing her mind and I didn't know why. And then there was Fang. I was beginning to think he wouldn't be ready in time. It was out of my hands, this game I was playing was far too dangerous.

Fang needed to learn control. That was my first priority.

My second was to find out what happened after Itex had been blown up. Max and Fang couldn't remember anything about it. That left the Director.

This seemed key to finding out what was happening to Max. This had all started with the Director and I would make sure it ended with her. Why couldn't Max and Fang remember?

She was playing a very clever game. Fang wouldn't tell me what was said between him and the Director two weeks ago but if I were to know what she was planning every scrap of information was vital. I needed to know what she was planning. Why would she have destroyed the Itex in Paris? Or maybe she had always been planning something bigger than Itex. That was a worrying thought.

I couldn't put it off any longer. I needed to find the Director. Correction. We needed to find the Director.

I looked at Fang and when I saw what he was doing I almost laughed out loud. The pebble he had been trying to lift for the last hour was now hovering about four centimetres above the table it had once been on.

"Hold it for as long as you can Fang" I smiled

Fang looked up at me as if only just remembering I was there and that's what did it. As soon as Fang looked at me the pebble shot towards me. I ducked just in time and the pebble shot past my head hitting the door and penetrating straight through it. The door was made of metal.

Fang's was every bit as powerful as he was meant to be.

I couldn't help the smile form on my face. Maybe, just maybe, we had a chance of saving the world.

Fang POV

That was what made me snap. Jeb's smile. How could he think that me having this much power was a good thing? He knew as well as I did what I had been made for. I had been made to kill Max. Maxes chances of survival were getting slimmer and slimmer.

"Why are you smiling?" I yelled "Me having this much power is only going to make sure my destiny is fulfilled quicker"

Jeb frowned at me

"Stop talking crap Fang" he snarled "What destiny are you talking about?"

"I was made to kill Max Jeb" I yelled back at him "You know as well as I do how easily I could kill her."

Jeb's frown vanished and he started rubbing his temples

"Have you learnt nothing these past weeks Fang?"

I frowned at him wondering where he was going with this

"Only that I'm the doom of the world" I snarled "And I'm destined to kill the five most important people in my life"

Jeb sighed at me like I was a stupid little school boy who had flunked his latest test.

"Fang what have you learnt these past two weeks that has been vital to enabling you to control your trances? What made it possible for you to change your dream?" he asked

"Different choices" I said icily knowing all to well where this was going now "Only thing is Jeb it seems that the flock don't have a choice in anything. Max was created to save the world and that's what she's doing regardless of whether she wants to or not"

"No Fang" said Jeb "Max is saving the world because she chose to. No one forced her to do it. I tried to but she ignored every single one of my attempts. Max wants to save the world Fang. Max was created with powers that could enable her to save the world. The choice was hers alone whether she used those powers to save the world or not. Equally you were created with the powers to stop Max from saving the world and you, like Max did, will have to chose how you use them."

I looked at him trying to work out whether what he said was at all possible

"You're saying I have the choice of whether or not I use my powers to kill Max?" I asked "Only the Director didn't seem to think so. She seemed pretty certain that I would be killing Max whether I wanted to or not."

"Don't you see what a clever game the Director is playing?" stressed Jeb "The Director is making you believe what you're so desperate not to believe. She's using a sort of reverse physcology on you. Don't let her do this to you Fang."

My reluctance must have been written all over my face. I badly wanted to believe Jeb. Hell I wanted to believe I had a choice in all this but it seemed so much bigger than me.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that you are the doom of the world but so reluctant to believe you may just be able to save it?" he said

I didn't have an answer. I didn't know what to think. I daren't believe that what he said was true.

"Fang if you really were created to destroy Max do you think you would have been able to save her?" he asked me "And do you think I would be trying to help you?"

I still didn't believe him. Jeb had been with the whitecoats too long. But I knew I needed him if I wanted even the slightest chance of being able to go back to my family and saving Max. However small that chance was I needed to take it.

"Let's say I believe you" I said slowly "Where would we go from there?"

Jeb looked at me trying to work out whether I was being serious or not.

"Well first we'd visit an old friend of yours. Someone close enough to the director to be able to give us valuable information." He said

"Oh, and who is this old friend of mine?" I asked

"Does the name ter Borcht ring a bell?"

Ok so I do realise this is a bit of a nothing chapter. But it needed to be written so people weren't all like 'huh?' for the next chapter

I do also realise it took me aggggggeeeeeess to update. But that's partly because I've been reading the Twilight series. Which are amazing! I'm thinking of starting a Twilight story so look out for that all you Twilight fans

Anyway lets try to get 5 more reviews for this, you all did amazingly well last time and we've nearly made 40. Thank you everyone who reviewed

Lastly a big, huge, mahoosive thank you to Nathaniel773 for the idea of Max losing her mind and for inspiring the Fang and Jeb working together thing. Hope I wrote it well enough for you.

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