Hi, my computer is being jank!!! Anyways, Alex and Max are friends now but I can't decide how long I want it to last . . .? Oh, well, I'll figure it out later.

Disclaimer!!!!! I don't own maximum ride or its characters but I own Alex and Dax :)

Alex POV

Dax was uneasy about being with these other mutants but I was oddly comfortable with it. It was something about that Max girl. She seemed so familiar like I had met her before but just never knew who she was.

Total being with them was enough to make Dax stop sending me evil looks but not enough to make him stop the "Leave as soon as possible" thoughts. I agreed but I wasn't going to let him think that he called the shots so I always shot back with a "Shut the hell up" or a "Stop being such a vagi", which he totally hated.

I don't know if I ever mentioned this but Dax and I were born with this gift (if you want to call it that) where we can send thoughts to each other. It is useful at times but when you're angry at the one another it is just annoying because you might be thinking so really rude things that you want to say but you know it would just start a fight and then it gets sent anyways because of this link.

But apart from that background info and focusing on the now, Total was doing back flips when he saw us. "I can't believe what my eyes are seeing! Could it be, it has to be, Alex!"

I rolled my eyes. "Cut off the dramatic tone, Total. It's just me."

"Yes but you are out of the crate, you are free to fly in the open skies, feel the wind in your hair." He sighed dramatically. "It's a great life."

"It's the life of a mutant freak." Max and I said at the same time, in the same tone, too. Weird.

"How can you deny that flying isn't great?" Total pressed me.

"How about I only did it once and that one time I got tackled out of the air by a damn Nike? That seems like a good enough reason to me." I told him. Then I turned to Max, the only serious one around here from what I could tell. "We should leave soon. Nikes send out GPS locations once they've been killed."

Max nodded and turned to the one they called Fang. Without saying anything he nodded and pulled out a cell phone. I watched as he dialed a number and waited. I have better hearing than most humans, so when the person on the other line answered I could hear everything.

Hello?

"Hey, it's Fang. We found the mutants that you were talking about." Fang said.

Bring them to the CSM as soon as you can. Why isn't Max the one calling? Did something happen?

"No. Max is fine." Fang smirked at Max. "If anything happened I could take care of her."

Max glared at him and took the phone. "Hello, this is Max. Still alive and taking care of herself." She emphasized the last word. "We're on our way to find you."

Be careful. We don't know anything about those mutants.

"I will. You don't have to worry about me." Max sounded very annoyed.

I know you can. Your mother says hello and so does your sister. We will see you soon.

"Okay, bye."

Bye, Max.

Max hung up the phone and then smacked Fang's shoulder. "You'll take care of me?" Max let out a sarcastic laugh. "That's a load of shit."

"Max!" The youngest one, Angel, yelled at her.

"Sorry, kiddo."

Dax and I were standing by the door, I focused on Max. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"To see my mom." Max answered quickly, before she could stop herself. It was a gift of mine if I focused and you and asked a question, you had to tell the truth.

Fang looked at Max weirdly. "You okay?"

Max glared at me. "What the hell was that?" I blinked in surprise, no one ever caught on that fast.

"What do you mean?" I asked calmly.

"You know exactly what I meant! What the hell did you do?" She was very angry.

"It's her gift." Angel said. "She can make whoever she wants tell the truth, no matter what." I stared at the girl. "Her and Dax can also talk to each other in their minds, like send thoughts and stuff."

I glared at Max. "Keeping secrets, are we?"

She glared right back. "Apparently, I'm not the only one."

I shrugged. "So I see we all know that the others have a trick, or two, up there sleeves. I say we leave it at that."

Max really didn't seem to like the idea but she knew that she would have to give up information as well as I would. She didn't like that. "Fine, but just to let you know, if you try anything like that again, I'll kick your ass back into the dish you were made in."

I glared fiercely and I noticed the way Dax shook his head at Max.

No one ever brought up my "birth" without getting a serious burn in return. "Well, at least my 'dish' is better than the dog bowl you were created in."

Max's mouth fell open. "What did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry, Hun, I guess people around here don't have the balls to tell you off when you throw out a bull shit comment like that." I shrugged and picked up my backpack that Dax stole from the couple next door. "Oh well, Dax and I will find our way without your help."

"You're leaving?" Max asked. "And just how are you going to train yourselves?"

"Whatever we do is better than sitting around here taking orders from some bitch who thinks she's top shit just because these children listen to her every word." I stepped close to her, like right in her face. "You don't have to worry about us. The school trained us because they wanted us to hunt you. I never knew why, but now I completely understand."

It was totally true. Every word. The school was training us to hunt and kill a group of bird-kids ran by a fugitive named Maximum Ride. We had agreed to it so we could get our training and then bust out ASAP.

Max just stared at me in shock as Dax and I walked out of the door. Once we were outside I sent Dax a "don't say a word" look. He answered with a thought.

Honestly, I didn't think you would make it as long as you did. We laughed as we climbed onto the room. Then we took off into the sky like bats leaving hell for the very first time.

Okay, so tell me what you think and leave your constructive criticism for me to look over and take note of. (wow that sounded very professional.)

Anyways, I'm going to just stop talking because this is getting boring, even for me.