….

So for two weeks, our days mostly went like that; we made a giant breakfast, went swimming or horseback riding or flying or something, than had a big dinner which Anne prepared for us. It wasn't the tastiest thing I had ever eaten, but it was hot and there was a lot of it, which made it decent in my book.

Two weeks later, I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, when I heard a slight creak down the hall.

I went down the hall to Max's room, and heard voices from inside.

"Are you sure everyone's asleep?" Max.

"Yeah, including the Annemeister." Fang.

I opened the door quietly as they turned to face me.

I smiled. "One, I'm not asleep either, and two, where are we going?"

….

Five minutes later, I had changed into a Doctor Who t-shirt and jeans, and we were flying on our way to somewhere.

Finally, we landed somewhere. I knew that we were looking for somebody's parents' house. Fang had a piece of paper that had the coordinates or whatever on it. I just knew that Fang had thought he had cracked some of the code.

Where we landed though, all that was on the street was a dry cleaner's, a pizza place, a bank, and a park. No houses.

"Well crap," muttered Fang.

Max narrowed her eyes. "I concur with that assessment. Let's try the next one."

The next one was a flop, too, it was a house but a hellhole of a house, broken run down and sad looking.

Fang narrowed his eyes at the sight of it.

Max sighed a little. "Let's check it out anyway."

Fang and I nodded.

Rule number one of the flock:

Never argue with Max if you value your life.

We flew up and landed on the roof of the other house and waited.

Once the second guy of the two had left for about twenty minutes and hadn't come back, Max nodded at us.

"Let's go."

So we flew onto the other roof and started checking out the place.

We started moving down the levels, checking stuff out, getting our hands filthy in the process.

"Least favorite place, Sewer tunnels lf New York? Or abandoned home of squatting crackheads?"

"I've never been in a New York sewer tunnel, so I'll go with…. The School," I replied. Max nodded.

"I'd have to go with Sewer Tunnels," Fang answered.

We had almost checked out everything, there was just one more closet. I opened the door, it squeaked and opened.

Max looked in. Broken plaster. She started to turn away but I poked her.

"Max, what's that?" I pointed at a white object wedged in the side.

Max frowned and shone the penlight at it. With a filthy hand, she pried it out, and Fang and I looked in wonder.

It was a photograph of a baby, and it looked exactly like Gazzy, cowlick and everything.

I silently gasped, my mouth opening. Fang raised his eyebrows, strong expression of emotion there, and Max looked surprised too.

"Holy moly," Max whispered.

Just then we heard the sound of the bums coming back to their hideout.

"They're back, Upstairs!" Fang whispered shortly and started pushing us gently in that direction.

Max and I whirled and started running up the stairs.

The front door shut, and I heard "HEY!"

Heavy footsteps started coming after us, and I heard a baseball bat hit the wall.

"That's your head!" I heard them scream.

At the top of the stairs, Fang and I darted to the left, and it took me a second to realize Max had darted the other way.

Crap.

By the time Max had motioned to us, the bums had caught up to us and they spotted Max.

"So," one of them growled. "You think you can pop our crib?"

They stopped for a moment, and I heard Fang whisper in my ear.

"I have a crazy plan, just follow my lead."

"We don't care whose chick you are, for the next hour you're gonna be our chick," the scuzzier one said. They both had yellow rotten teeth and were so gross.

Max crossed her arms in front of her chest as Fang shook out his wings and approached them from behind, shining the penlight under his chin.

"Boys, God doesn't like youuuu," Fang intoned in a spooky voice,

"What?!" They whirled around, facing Fang, who looked like an Angel of Death.

I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. I guess this was my cue. I whipped out my own wings and stepped forward.

"You know what God does to people he doesn't like?" I asked, also talking in a spooky voice.

"What," one of them asked, their voice shaking.

"Guess," Max said spookily, shaking out her wings too.

"RAWR!" We all growled at the same time.

They screamed in fear, trying to run away. They ended up tripping over one another and falling down the stairs.

We laughed our heads off.

"Fang, nice one!" Max grinned, high fiving him.

"Let's get out of here," Fang said as he smiled in victory. We ran up towards the roof and right before I jumped off, I paused for a minute. I ran back to the opening where the door met the inside of the place and screamed,

"ASSHOLES!" Then I flew off to join Max and Fang.

Hey guys it's Kate!

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