Another stolen car, a different place, a different time… A different flock. But no matter how many mutants that talked as much as Nudge, read minds like Angel, let loose like the Gasman, or couldn't see like Iggy, Fang never felt right. He knew he should've stayed with the flock, but maybe Max was supposed to be with Dylan. He knew he couldn't return now. He had to finish what he started.
It would've been so much easier, so much more enjoyable if he were with his flock. With the people he loved. With his Max. His beautiful, sweet, tough, loving, caring, don't-mess-with-me Max. But, for now, he had to be tough, one step ahead of everyone else. Fang was the leader.
By now, he'd only picked up 10 mutants. None of them knew how to fend for themselves, and only three were over 12. The first five he'd picked up introduced themselves as a "heard." Like the flock, they grew up together, but none of them were related. The youngest was 4. Her name was Ash, and she had a Jamaican-looking origin. She had one power: floating. Like flying, but without wings. The other heard members were 8, 10, and 15. The 8-yeard-old's name was Topple, an incredibly clumsy child with silver hair and white eyes. He had wings twice the size of his height. They were beautiful: white with black speckles and silver tips. The 10 year old reminded Fang of Angel. She could read minds, seemed completely innocent… until you got to know her. Her name was Aqua. She had blond hair and a beautiful round face with symmetrical blue eyes. Their leader, Sterling, could freeze anything in his path, and quickly clicked with Fang.
But this flock had something Fang's didn't.