Me: Sad chapter, this one.

Dylan: crap

Me: the next one will probably be sad too...but I'm planning to have a bit of humour in it :P

Also, go check out The Rose Angel apparently she's made a list of the things I'm not allowed to do (gee, thanks chancy), as well as a few other lists, like what my character's aren't allowed to do...so yeah. I'd also like to thank Chancy, because without her, there would be no hunter, and therefore no CYHAHTF. So there's your thanks and your recommendation, now can you please get off my back chancy?

Max POV

"Jeb, I've got a little question..." I said.

"Shoot."

"Why is Bridget your maid!" I exclaimed. I was thinking the same thing, thought Fang. I still haven't gotten used to the whole mind reading thing yet, so I turned to look at him, answering his thoughts, rather than his words.

Angel giggled. "Max hasn't gotten used to the whole mind-reading thing yet. As far as I can tell, she can switch the whole mind-reading thing on and off, but sometimes she slips," she explained.

"Well Max, to answer your question, I've got Bridget here because she's a spy. Now don't give me that look! This room is sound-proofed and has no bugs or microphones whatsoever. I've been feeding her false information," Jeb said.

Oh, was Nudges response. Well, in her head anyway. Ha! She's speechless!

"I also see you have found a mental connection with your flock, and by that, also receiving their powers," Jeb said thoughtfully. I nodded in response.

"Right-o then, you guys need to get going. You've got to re-save the world, Maximum."

Does anyone know how much I hate that 'save the world Max' crap? Let's just say a whole lot. The flock giggled. Damn, I slipped up.

Soon we were out the door and spreading our wings once again. "See ya Jeb," I called. "Wouldn't want to be ya!"

"So guys, you never did explain how you're still alive!" I called to my flock. Dylan started.

"They gave me this drug that knocked me out. Then they replaced the real me with a clone. You were right Max; I never should have gone alone."

"Yeah, with me and Gazzy, they had clones of us which they burned. They then loaded us into the truck with guns to our heads," Iggy continued.

"She really did pluck out all my feathers. It hurt like hell! Then she took some of my blood and put poison on the flowers I bought, which made them smell really disgusting-" Nudge rambled.

"With me," Angel continued, cutting Nudge off, "They gave me a drug that stopped my breathing and made my heartbeat slow down so much, you can't even tell it's there. Once you flew off, they took me."

"Hey, I wonder why we have to let this new company know we're alive, when they've already sent the hunter after us." I wondered out loud.

"Max, the hunter operates solo. She might work for the company, but she's tracking and keeping us without telling Maxicom. She has her own motives that even I don't know," Angel called over the wind.

Gotcha, I thought. I looked down; we were just about at mum's house.

I tucked in my wings so I was freefalling. Oh my god, I haven't done this in forever! There's nothing better than adrenaline rushing through your veins, telling you to pop open your wings before you go splat. I was almost touching the trees, so I let out my wings sharply.

Ow! Note to self: no sudden unfurling.

Ella ran out the back to greet us once again. But this time, she had tears running down her face.

"Max! Hurry! Mum's taken a turn for the worse! She hasn't got long left!" she wailed. The rest of the flock landed behind me and Fang moved to steady me. I gave him a grateful look, then we all moved inside.

Mum was in her bedroom. She was hooked up to an IV and a heart monitor. There was the smell of antiseptic and disinfectant. A doctor was working over some equipment. I growled.

The scientists who made us were brilliant. Yes, I acknowledge the fact, because if they can make a kid have wings, they can do anything. Now, if they put their brilliant minds together for good, rather than evil, WE COULD HAVE A CURE FOR FREAKING CANCER ALREADY!

I went to mum's side and the flock plus Ella followed me. The doctor looked like he wanted to say something, but the look on my face made him change his mind. Mum opened her eyes just a slit.

"Max, dear," she whispered, her voice sounding croaky. Tears pricked my eyes.

"What happened mum?" I whispered. She just shook her head.

"Ella, can you grab the box, please?" mum whispered. Ella disappeared from the room for a moment, and then returned with a massive box in her hands.

"Max, I never told you this, but you are descended from some of the greatest warriors the world has never known. Our family used to be a part of a tribe, a tribe which was feared by others because of our mighty warriors. This was your great-great-great-great grandfather's," she explained, and Ella grabbed something out of the box.

It was a beautiful bow. The wood was a light mahogany colour and there were vines etched into it. The bowstring looked strong, and when I grabbed it and tested it, it was still strong. Ella handed me a quiver of arrows, with white feathered ends. I was speechless.

"Fang," she motioned with her hand, and Ella drew from the box a long throwing knife. Soon the whole flock was issued with weapons: Iggy got a sabre; Nudge, a set of knives for throwing; Gazzy some vials filled with different types of poison; Angel, a sling made of leather; Dylan, a whip with barbed metal ends; and Ella, who got the most recent one- a Berretta 92 ( a semi-automatic handgun). I wonder where mum got that...

"Thank you mum," I whispered, and the flock did the same.

Dr Martinez POV

Once I had given the flock their weapons, my eyesight started dimming and I could feel myself becoming cold. The flock and Ella all hugged me, and I tried hugging them back. For some strange reason, I felt strangely at peace, more than I have in a long time. I was faintly aware of everyone crying, but I was too far gone. Good bye Ella, good bye flock, good bye Maximum Ride. I love you all.

Me: *Sobs*

Dylan: *Sobs*

Everyone: *Sobs*

Me: ah, poor Max just can't get a break...

Dylan: Dr M's funeral up next, plus a few extra things...

Me: yep. Please R&R, you don't want Dr M to die in vain.