Well, Chapter 3 is up, and I'm excited! WOO!!!.......oooooookaaaaaay. Anyways, I'd reeeeaaaally like to thank my first ever reviewer: KitsPokePeople! (cue the confetti and streamers) YOU ROCK!

Me: I own Maximum Ride!

James Patterson: No, you don't!! The Flock is MINE!

Me: Oh...that's right...how depressing...

"Threat" POV

"Where's Jack?" asked Skye for the umpteenth time.

"I don't know," I replied, the words coming out of my mouth like a ton of bricks. It used to be that no matter what kind of situation either of us was in, I would always be able to tell where he was without even pausing to think. But now…

I shook my head and tried to think about something else. Skye. That was always a safe topic. Looking up, I saw that she really needed some rest. As sad as it was, this was beginning to become normal. How could I put her through this? She was only six, but I've been making her fly for days…And that's why we're stopping, I reminded myself. I was pulled from my thoughts by her shrill voice.

"But you know everything!" she whined angrily. I knew that wasn't true; my power was limited by what I've experienced, but I really didn't feel like arguing.

"Everything but where Jack is, sweetie," I said as soothingly as I could. We'd had this conversation a million times, but right then, it looked like Skye had decided that she'd had enough of me not knowing where our third Musketeer had been dragged off to. She stood up, looking down on me as I sat on the cave floor.

"You have to know! You have to!" she yelled, tears already running down her face.

"But I don't," I practically groaned. "I don't know where the Erasers took him, Skye. I'm trying to find out, but I can't." It's a place I've never heard of, I realized miserably. The School knew about my power, so it made perfect sense. My heart dropped into my stomach. I hadn't realized how much I depended on it to find my way.

"Why didn't you follow him?" accused Skye. "You could have! They wouldn't have seen us! You know that!

"They had us at gunpoint Skye!" I yelled back even louder. "Did you want all three of us to be killed? I'm doing the best I can to keep everybody alive, and if that's not good enough for you, then you need to rethink your perspective on life!"

After a split second of tense silence, she rand out of the cave, sobbing. Way to go, self, I thought. You successfully made your little sister feel even worse than she already was. I buried my face in my knees and groaned loudly. All this worry and pressure had turned us into a little bird-kid soap opera. Ugh.

Just then, I got a feeling something was wrong. What? I thought desperately, knowing that the School had to be on our tail. It's….it's…a group of people. And…I closed my eyes and thought about the possibilities. They see us. Skye is in danger.

Leaping to my feet, I ran out to the mouth of the cave where I found her sitting there, bawling her eyes out. A surge of pity went through me. I have to hurry.

"Skye, get in the cave. Now," I said, my voice shaking in fear. The School. It must have found us. They'll capture us and run tests and….wait. No, that's not it…not the School. Something like it, though. I tried to think as I watched Skye hurry into the cave, her sadness temporarily replaced by fear.

I heard whispering coming from the forest just outside the cave, and I instinctively moved closer so I could hear. A second later, the voice stopped, and I heard feet shifting positions in the crunchy autumn leaves; several pairs of feet, in fact. One person associated with the School was bad enough, but now I had to deal with…I struggled for an answer. Six.

De-lightful.

"No! It's okay!" a small voice shouted from the trees. "They're just like us!" At that, my stomach clenched with an unrecognizable emotion. Here I was, a girl with wings, out in the middle of nowhere, when six random people show up, saying that I'm just like them? There isn't a single person on the face of the planet who's just like me. Despite this, the little girl's words rang in my head, chilling me to the bone. Could they possibly be like me? Were they also victims of the school that were fleeing for their lives? Hope swelled in me before I had a chance to even think about stopping it.

No, no, no! I have to protect Skye. I have to drive them away. I slowly crept towards the group, wincing as my shoes crunched against the dead leaves. I made a mental note to take them off later.

Just a few more steps…

"Can I go say hi, Max?" I heard the same little voice ask. Max? Must be the girl's mom or something. No…the leader. Max was the group leader, who apparently was at a complete loss for an answer. This was my time to step in.

"No! You may not say hi!"

I took a deep breath and put on a mask of calmness. Breathe in, breathe out.

"This is-this is-"

Here we go. I stepped into view, put on the most annoyed look I could manage, and finished, "-a wonderful time to get away from my hiding spot."

Everybody was staring at me with various levels of surprise plastered on their faces. One younger girl looked like her eyes were about to bug out, but a boy my age with jet black hair looked almost bored. Weirdo.

Suddenly, a young girl about Skye's age leapt at me with a gimungus smile on her face.

"Hi!" she said as if I was a long-lost friend come to see her at last. Then she hugged me. And you know what? I hugged her back. I'm not really sure why, but my gut told me to, and whatever it says, goes. Without question. Even if it means hugging a kid I've never seen before.

I suddenly became aware of a familiar feeling in my head. It reminded me of Jack, when I would let him into my head and we would chatter about stuff ant the speed of thought. Oh, I realized. This girl could read minds.

But I don't have to be touching you, the girl said, err…thought.

But your connection isn't as deep, I replied, noticing that I could only hear words, not feelings, pictures, memories, or any stray thoughts going through the back of her head. Sadness surged through me. Jack's power had been so comforting to me. Through it, we'd known how each other's brains worked, and he was the only person that a truly understood. Both of us had been built for escape, and back then, we'd thought that nobody could capture us. We were wrong.

It's okay, the girl said comfortingly. My name is Angel, by the way. We're from the School too, and we all have wings, just like you and Skye! I surprised myself by not being surprised…if that makes sense. Why don't you tell everybody else about your wings? she added on innocently.

I groaned internally. Oh, gosh, no. I'd stutter for days. I'm awful with finding the right words to say.

Then show them, she suggested. You and Skye could travel with us, and we might be able to help you find Jack!

That got me. Alright, I agreed.

To my surprise, a look of irritation shot across her face. Not you, she explained. Max.

I looked up and saw Max start to lunge at me, but Angel (who was still hugging me, by the way) twisted her head around to look at her.

"It's okay, Max. And she's not a threat." A threat? To what? I couldn't even throw a decent punch, not I'd ever tried. I was made for evasion and escape, not fighting. "She's just like us!" Angel finished, and I saw Max's jaw twitch. Uh, oh.

"What do you mean???" she exploded. "You keep saying that! We don't have any idea who she is, how she got here, or anything else, and you're telling me that it's OKAY?!?"

Go ahead and show her before she kills you, Angel suggested.

I cautiously took a step forward.

"Go ahead," Angel encouraged out loud.

Desperately fighting the urge to fly away immediately, I took the advise of a mind-reading six year old and unfolded my wings in front of a group of complete strangers.

Well, I hoped you like seeing into the head of one of the new characters. If you want more of her POV (or not), just PM me...or you could review...yeah that's a good idea!