Heyaah guys! I am sticking with my update every day plan. Yay for me. Anyway, I NEED YOUR HELP! you know the evil human-wannabe's? Do you guys have any ideas for what they could be called. I need both an actual name that the voice tells max and Gazzy's name. THANKYOU! I WILL PUT YOUR NAME IN THE DISCLAIMER!

Speaking of which...

Disclaimer: I don't on Max Ride. Or the voice. etc etc. I own human-wannabes but in the future a lucky someone will own their name. (SEE ABOVE)

:) I have no more to say. I don't want to do a Nudge like last chappie so I'm gonna shut up. By the way, can you guys tell me if you read the recommended stories?? REVIEW!

BY THE WAY! i just had to mention the fact that out of 1036 hits, only 15 people reviewed. in like, a whole week. Please review!

PLEASE? -gives bambi eyes-

Lauren- Thankyou, alot of chapters, but the pace will pick up now. Like, action kinda thing, you know? wait. Your name is Laura. I think . YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

BabySuni-You probably won't read this but the next chapter, I will make as unboring as I can in honour of you. If you do read this, can you review and give me suggestions on how to improve please? And I appreciate your opinion. Now i think of it, you're right. There isn't enough action. Thankyou..

Chapter 6:

Okay, here I was, out of the hurricane, finally in sunshine and pretty clouds. Well, not pretty if you happen to fly through them, which was what I just did. But you get the idea. Even though I was soaking wet, I wasn't flying in a storm anymore, which was the important thing. Hopes were high. Hopes for finding shelter that is. So you can probably understand how I felt when the voice told me to fly back. Um, not the flying bit. But you get the idea.

Max, you must return.

And why? People thought I was insane? Wait 'till they met the voice in my head. I mean, I may look crazy when I do some of the things I do, but most of the time it's the voice that told me to do them. Like, take this for instance. Mr. Voice up there compared us to eagles; the evil human-wannabe's to sparrows and told me to fly against the wind in a hurricane.

They're called-

I don't care what they're called. All I need to know is how to defeat them.

Oh, the shock the horror. Maximum interrupted her voice. Well, I didn't care if I was being rude. I was in a really bad mood. And you do not want to be near me when I am in a bad mood.

So, of course, my bag chose that moment to break. Not the usual strap frayed. Or zipper broken.

Nope.

When my bag broke, the whole base fell off, allowing a unique mixture of cans, water bottles, documents and other articles to rain down on poor unsuspecting Sweden. Yup, you heard right. Sweden. We were headed to Eastern Europe, incase you missed out on that tiny bit of information.

Currently, instead of flying back into the hurricane for whatever reason, I was rescuing dog food, canned beetroot, packages of hotdogs and pieces of paper. And incase you've never tried throwing a piece of paper from a second story building I will tell you this. It floats slowly. While zigzagging from side to side. So basically I was chasing after a lot of pieces of paper. Important pieces of paper. That we could not lose.

I was swooping backwards and forwards, spiraling wildly to catch the papers, all while holding several cans in my arms along with a torn backpack, and trying to put it all together, without losing papers. Every time I caught one, a can would drop from my arms. If I had time and my arms weren't full I would be screaming and tearing my hair out. I couldn't have the luxury of screaming either cause I was holding my hoodie in my teeth.

I'm going to spare you from hearing anymore details about those horrible minutes and skip to me managing to get everything into the backpack, holding it upside down and streaking towards the hurricane like a demented super hero. Oh, but that wasn't the end of it. Hurricanes are windy. Wind causes paper to fly. Catching paper in a windy hurricane with your arms full of bag is not easy.

I think it is safe to say Itex could easily be discovered if someone smart came across those papers. Pity we're in Sweden and the papers are in English. Anyway, I soon saw a black lump of moving figures. I knew this was my flock.

No, not from what they looked like. I could tell it was my flock from the steady stream of deformed metal falling towards poor Sweden. Who must be having a bit of the problem with the number of concussions? You know, from the stuff we kept dropping on them. Streaking towards them, or actually, trying to streak but only managing to wobble, I took out several flyboys by conking them on the head with dear sweet bag.

What? It was the only thing I could do! You try fighting flyboys with a bag in one arm, a hoodie in your teeth and a hurricane raging. Boy, if Fang laughed at me he was so dead. Fortunately, Nudge saw my problem and, well, tried to help me. After several attempts she managed to get the hoodie away from me, take several cans and leave me to fight.

Oh boy. These flyboys were gonna get it. Using my backpack as a club, I mowed down several before coming face with one. Tucking my darling bag under my left arm, I slapped my right hand over his ear as hard as I could. He plummeted to earth, flashing red.

I made my way through the crowd, ducking and punching until I got to my flock, fighting in a circle with their backs against each other. There were only about seven flyboys, one for each of us but I got one extra. I soon took care of him with my bag. Okaay. So a broken bag was a good weapon. Hmmm. We'd have to look into that.

The stupid hurricane was starting to die down so we swooped downwards and landed in a cave. I immediately dropped my bag and slumped down next to it. Fang kneeled down in front of me and raised an eyebrow.

'You need a little help with that?' He inquired.

'Not at all.' I replied airily. Unfortunately, my bag falling apart cut me off. You know those corny TV shows where they have a huge birthday present and it opens as all the sides fall down and the present is revealed? My bag kind of did that. Except those presents aren't usually filled with soggy pieces of paper that stick to your skin when you try to pick them up. Or pieces of paper that stick to your face when you move to brush your hair aside. (See aforementioned ponytail).

Fang chuckled and I glared at him. His gaze softened and he reached his hand out. I wanted to swat him away but the look in his eyes stopped me. What did he think he was doing? Reaching up, he gently removed the paper from my face and pushed my hair aside. He looked me in the eyes. And that was when I knew--

'MAX!' Gazzy. Thank God. I hadn't liked where that was going. Even if Fang wanted to talk about the kiss (es) now was definitely not the time. Actually, in a perfect world, never would be the time but the world was not perfect. We were living proof of that.

'Yes Gazzy?'

'Can we go shopping?'

Oh crap.