Hey guys- its Ally here, with only a fraction of my fingers and toes left, cause they have all dropped off due to frostbite

Hey guys- its Ally here, with only a fraction of my fingers and toes left, cause they have all dropped off due to frostbite. I know that its only like-seven degrees, but I am SUCH a baby when it comes to the cold, honestly, it'll be like-um-twenty five degrees (celcius) and I'll say something like I'm freezing. I've got six layers on my bed, not counting the quilt. Anyway, my conscience developed a strong sense of justice suddenly and started pestering me with the fact that I haven't updated in decades. Not really, I just had a problem with the internet and my laziness. And I also recently realised that I am quite Nudgelike in my talking and authors notes, and have trouble realising that I should stop talking…Probably half of the people who read my story don't read my authors notes, they're like, miniature epics. And I like, really have to, like, stop using the word LIKE. ON WITH THE (about to be long) STORY 

And I have no internet, cause we're getting wireless, so even though I am writing this on the ninth, you won't get it till like, the thirteenth. Unless, of course, I am bothered to go to the library and upload there. Will do. And I'm listening to Wanna Ride, which is an awesome song, by the way…I'm adding this sentence on the tenth, and in exactly fifty-four minutes I will be walking to the library in order to upload this…Oh, more updates on the internet status, the library has blocked fanfiction, even though it doesn't block fictionpress. UNFAIR. Anyway, I have to wait for two more days. …One more day to go…FINALLY

Chapter (I don't actually know, due to aforementioned lack of internet).

It was about time things started looking up.

Famous last words.

Fang soon landed softly behind me, the ground letting up a miniature mushroom cloud around his feet. I turned away and sat with my legs hanging over the cliff, swinging gently. He sat beside me and as I caught his eye, he blinked sleepily at me. My heart clenched painfully at the pain in his eyes. We didn't need words and his silence had already let me know he hadn't given up. Maybe I shouldn't have said that whole I love you thing, but I am female. And the as the typical female (with a few bells and whistles) I couldn't help but imagine myself with the perfectly handsome man (Fang), being beautiful.

You are beautiful Max.

Thanks Angel. I couldn't help but smile a little at that comment, nothing like a six year old Angel to boost your ego. But then, cause it was us, I had to stiffen. Seriously, it was getting cliché, the whole sensing danger in quiet moments. I slowly straightened and stood up, my back rigid, eyes narrowed. I did a slow 360 scan, taking in the surroundings, and on my second circle I spotted two dark shapes smoothly scaling the side of our little cliff hideout.

I let out a soft whistle under my breath and the rest of my flock shot up, immediately alert. I let a wisp of pride float through my heart. Obviously, we couldn't fly off again, cause that would've been too easy. By the time we had picked up packs and taken off, our Dear Dark Shapes would have reached our cave. Instead I motioned for my flock to get behind me and Fang and we stood together, looking pretty intimidating if I do say so myself.

And then I heard the click that I had only heard once before and everything moved into fight mode. The two Pimple Faces launched themselves over the edge of the cave and landed heavily infront of us, skidding slightly. They locked into position. I glanced at Fang and he nodded back at me. We turned so our backs were pressed against each other and stood, waiting for the first attack. PF1 whirled and shot his fist towards me, and I flipped of Fangs back and launched a spinning kick at his neck, missed, and hit his ribs instead. He hacked twice, and came after me again.

Did I mention how much I hated these guys? I thought so. Well, not only is there the whole practically invincible thing, they don't seem to realise when they are clearly not wanted. I could see Iggy working on something behind but couldn't afford to concentrate on him for more than a millisecond.

'Max!', Nudge sounded scared and in the instant I turned to look at her, PF1 caught me under the jaw with a strong punch. I bit my lip and blood trickled out, filling my mouth with the foul coppery taste. These things were trained to sense openings in an opponents defence, not like flyboys who basically wouldn't recognise an opening if it kicked their butt. Of course, because God forbid we should have an easy time out of defeating opponents, they have to make them super humans as well. But then again, I would still rather these guys than Gyoza.

My not-so-friendly PF1 had crisply kicked me on the thigh, when I was slowly began to realise that this whole back to back thing was seriously slowing us down. I hissed Fang's name, and he nodded back at me.

'Break?'

'Yep.'

We broke apart and I immediately jumped onto the back of PF1, at the same time driving an elbow into his kidney area. I lifted my arm and smashed my fist into the area just above his cheekbone, and he launched a kick aimed at my ribs. But dear Jeb trained Maxie, and Maxie doesn't give up that easy. I blocked the kick and slammed my palm against his ear, spun, with my boot aimed at his, um, sensitive area. He sank to the ground and I kicked at the base of his spine, rendering him unconscious.

'Ooh, dirty tricks, Max.' I shot a wasted death glare at Fang, and swore at a volume only he (and Iggy) could hear. He chuckled lightly.

And so, skipping the whole staring down at disabled enemy, I went to help Fang with PF2. Except he had already finished. Poor not-so-innocent Pimple Face 2 was crumpled on the ground in a strange twisted position that looked like an extra from a yoga demonstration movie.

I sighed, just a little pissed off that we couldn't get a moment of peace. I folded my legs and sank down next to the cave wall tilting my head back to lean against the rock. I closed my eyes, immediately feeling my other senses heighten. This was what Iggy felt down all the time. I let my mind wander, relying on Fang to watch for more Pimple Faces. Sorry, Decimators.

Fang POV

Max looked majorly pissed, and she sank down next to the wall, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Max did a really good job as leader and she deserved some rest. Fang dropped to the ground near the cave entrance with one eye on Max and the other watching for more attacks.

He watched as her mouth quirked, then her jaw tense as she gritted her teeth.

Voice.

Max POV

Fang thinks you deserve some rest.

My mouth quirked at the thought. Fang thought I needed rest. It was kind of sweet, I guess, in a weird way. What really amused me was that he acted all tough and manly and then he thought I needed rest, just like a mother bird. Mother bird.

He really cares about you, you know. He loves you.

Okay, that just ruined it. I gritted my teeth as the stupid voice ruined my relaxation time, again. Stupid. Stupid. How could I have not seen where that was going.

You can be with him, you know, it's not going to slow you down. On the contrary, I believe it will help you.

Fang POV

'I don't freaking care what you 'believe'! You're one of them and what you believe has practically killed us a million times. You don't believe in freedom, you don't believe in justice, and you don't believe in giving me the privelige of an existence without a voice in my head. Do you what it's like to run for your life? Do you know what it's like to have to fight to the death in front of stupid followers and clones of yourself. Do you know what it's like to fall in love with your best friend, who, incidentally, you have known all your life, and then not be able to even be with him because your afraid of what scientists and their beliefs will do next?'

' It's not gonna slow us down? Try, we won't hurt you because of it. Or, we won't use one of you to get to the other. I mean, honestly, you think I don't want to tell the guy I love him? Every time he kisses me I break off a piece of his heart cause I'm scared of what could happen, and you think I'm worried it will slow us down? What sort of robot do you think I am? Why don't you freaking get it?'

Oh God.

Max POV

Oops, did I say that aloud?

Crap.

Rest of Flock's POV

Wow

Max POV

'Max. Talk.' Fang motioned with his head towards the wood that led off from the side of our cave. Of course, he's back to the one word sentences.

'Fang, we can't leave the flock, with those things out there.'

'Ig. Bombs.' Yep, back to the one word sentences.

'Fang'—

'Now, Max.' Wow, two words. And the italics are impressive. Okay, Max stop, worse things to worry about now.

When we reached the wood, he stopped and turned to look at me. I was frozen, literally. His eyes were like anchors, holding me to the ground. Or rather, pulling the ground away from me. When he opened his mouth, and said my name, it caught me like the downward curve on a rollercoaster.

'Max'. He shook his head slightly as if to get rid of a thought. And then he took my face in his hands and kissed me so sweetly I thought I might faint. His thumb rubbed light circles on my cheek. My arms moved up his chest of their own accord and twined around his neck, fingers moving up to tangle in his thick, too-long hair. We broke apart, breathing raggedly.

'Please, Max. I need this. I love you. No, I'm in love with you.'

'I really want this too Fang, but what if something—

I couldn't really finish that sentence, cause Fang's lips were in the way. They moved softly, gentle and pliant. Pretty much convincing me by making me forget any arguments against his idea.

'Max, we have to try. You can't know that they'll use it against us. And how could they? By capturing one of us? We would have tried to rescue the other anyway. We're best friends, now all that's different is that we kiss each other.' He had a point there. Oh, one other difference. Fang was more emotional when he was convincing me to kiss him. Not that I needed any other convincing there.

I launched myself at him, knocking him to the ground.

Fang POV.

She looked like an angel right then. Her beautiful face was flushed and her eyes sparkled with a happiness that Fang had not seen since, well, never. Gorgeous thick hair hung over her shoulders and he reached up to brush some out of her face. But it really made no difference because straight after that she pushed his shoulders down into the ground and pressed her lips to his. Similar to last time she had done that, except this time it was passion, not anger. And then she stopped. Fang moaned in protest and earned himself a wicked grin.

'Hey, Nick' She said, looking for all the world like a peppy blonde cheerleader. He raised his eyebrows in response.

'I had an idea.'

'You were thinking while kissing me.'Fang wasn't shocked, well, not really. He sat up slowly.

'Wrong way round. Your kissing helped me think.' He motioned for her to continue. Her stradelling him with that stupid evil grin on her face wasn't helping his patience.

Max POV

'If we use the laptop to search for local Itex corporations, we'll find the ones that haven't shut down recently, and then we can shut them down. Personally. It's got to be them that's behind these things.'

Fang grinned, and I smiled even wider, proudly.

Good thinking, Maximum.

'Oh, and my voice says good thinking, so', I pointed a finger at Fang, 'That means it's a good plan.' I frowned slightly, daring him to argue. He didn't. I got up, and started to amble back to camp, jumping lightly over roots. I didn't think it had taken us so long to get here, but that was probably cause I was so stressed not to talk to Fang. Now, I actually wanted to get somewhere quickly. Everytime I jumped, the back of my hand brushed the back of Fang's scarred one. Even though you could probably see that as warning, I still jumped when his rough fingers curled around mine. I glanced up and smiled at him. The look in his eyes made me blush but I spied the camp. Using that as an excuse, I unhooked our fingers. I mouthed the word 'Kids'.

Not that secrecy was very effective with a mindreader in the family, but it would buy us some time, at least.

We sat down next to wall, and Fang nodded a silent thanks to Iggy. I opened the laptop, and typed in the password, my fingers flying across the keyboard with urgency. I handed the keyboard to Fang, who had, in fact, finished his silent sign conversation with Mr. Tall(er), Blonde and Sarcastic on the other side of the cave. His fingers flew even faster than mine, even without my patented urgency fuel. Extra Adrenaline included.

Only about two minutes had passed when he nodded in satisfaction. I leaned over, bracing my arm on the other side of his lap. I could feel my hair stir with each breath he took. Reading through the article, I slowly began to smile. I had a plan. For real, this time.

'You have a plan?' Fang questioned. I nodded.

'It's pretty simple really.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah. We blow them up.'

'That's it?'

'Yeah, we don't really have much of a choice, they have seventy of those Decimator things.'

From across the cave, Iggy started to nod. 'Makes sense. And let me guess: I'm making the bomb.'

I smiled slightly. 'Yeah I thought you would enjoy it. But if you don't like that, we'll get Nudge to break in and deal with it from there.' I felt Fang smile into my hair. Unfortunately, Iggy didn't. Before he started to protest, I stopped him.

'Just joking, Ig. If you could make the bomb that'd be great.'

So of course, we woke up the rest of our miniature army and explained that we had a plan that consisted entirely of the words 'We blow them up'. And our miniature army agreed. With a few embellishments that mostly involved the flock using their powers. Of course, all the embellishments were added under the pretext of finding the building's weakest spot. And somehow, Nudge managed to find the building plans. It had pretty high ceilings so as long as we stayed in the air the whole time, we'd be fine. Easy to say, not so easy to do.

'So plan is, we break in using Nudges whole metal thing. Angel distracts the guards. We find the control room, Gazzy clouds up the room so camera's can't see us, we plant the bomb and we get out, watching poor little Itex joint get blown. You with me?' Chorus of yeahs and nods.

Mother (well, actually father) bird had something to add:
'Guys, we should sleep, we'll need energy tomorrow.'
And then mother (father) bird strolled over to me and whispered four words:
'Night, Max. Love you.'
Then mother (father) bird kissed me on the forehead, turned around, and lay down.

But I was still on watch. We couldn't let down our guard, ever. Cause that's just us.

That's just the freaks that we are.

Hmmm. I dunno? Is it finished? I think it is. But of course, the decision is really up to you guys. REVIEW and tell me if I should end the story there. The purple button action sequence will take a maximum of one minute.