Shout out to iLoOoVeOrAnGe, who really likes oranges and weird capitalization. Anyways, she/he has a fic on fictionpress called "What Happens Now?" It's pretty good, check it out.

Okay, guys, Chapter 4!

AGHHH! I cannot wait until Nevermore comes out… I'm still bummed that James Patterson moved the release date from February to August! Seriously, bro, make up your mind! At least the movie is coming out… hopefully?

Anyways, here's the chappie for you, so you guys can stop tormenting yourselves. Let's haf some action in this chappie, yah? Or should we haf the all-eemportant Fax? (mockery of Ter Borcht)

Max POV

"Fang, is that really Max? I can't really remember her, but I know she was, like, really brave and all that. Wasn't she taken by the whitecoats? I wonder what they did to her…" Nudge said, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm glad to have Max back and all, but what did the School do to you?" Iggy inquired, his blind eyes shifting to meet mine.

Should I answer them honestly? Of course not. But every lie has a ring of truth in it, so I'll just twist what happened, and leave out the fact I was sent to them to lure them to the REC. I keep my eyes down at the fire we've lit up for camp. Camping in the woods, how classic. Not meeting any of their eyes, I begin: "Well, the School took me to the REC. Reconnaissance Espionage Counterintelligence. It's the best, most advanced spy-assassin agency in the world. Even better than the School," I add, for emphasis. My voice shakes a little, like I was scared of what had happened to me in there. I do say, I give an Oscar-worthy performance. "They did tests and stuff on me, like at the School, but they also trained me. They trained me… they trained me to be an assassin. They gave me all these powers and stuff…" I trailed off.

"What powers?" Nudge asked. She opened her mouth to start blabbering again, but I interrupted her.

"A lot. I can control elements, survive huge impacts, no poisons work on me, I'm water-, fire-, bomb-, bullet-, stab-proof. Well, kind of stab-proof. It depends on the blade," I say. What? I had to let them think I have some weakness. It lets them trust your lie better. "I have telekinesis. And… oh yeah, I'm really fast and strong." Seeing the objections on they're faces, I quickly add: "Stronger than you guys, believe it or not."

"We're pretty strong, you know," Iggy said, disbelief in his voice. "And how can you have all these powers? It's like your indestructible or something."

"Yeah, I know you're strong," I say, placating him, "But I do have all these powers, and one of them is being super-human/birdly strong."

"I don't trust her," Angel said. "She's too powerful. And I can't read her mind, either."

Of course someone wasn't going to trust me. As great an actor as I was, there was always a doubter. In this case, Angel was right, of course, but I was going to convince I was trustable. "Well, Angel, I am powerful, but you are, too. I can't read you're mind, either, so what's wrong with that?" I actually could read her mind, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

Angel just set her jaw stubbornly. "Look, guys. As leader of the flock, I don't think we should let Max join so easily. She could be a spy. She was trained to be an assassin!"

I can't let her steal my leadership from me, Angel was thinking. Wow, evil little birdkid, huh? Like a six-year-old Hitler, just not interested in killing innocent Jews. "Look, Angel," I begin, in my super authoritative voice, "I'm not here to be leader, not unless you guys want me to. And don't let me join so easily? I'm already part of the flock. I was here before you were even born, and I've been there from the beginning of the flock."

"No, you haven't. You left, remember? You're not part of the flock anymore, and we don't want you back!" Angel says, anger bubbling up in her eyes.

Wow. This kid really was evil, wasn't she? I raise an eyebrow slightly, then shift my gaze to Fang. He hasn't said anything so far. "I left? I left? I was taken away by the whitecoats, kid. And who are you to speak for the flock? They can tell me what they think, and the flock doesn't need you to talk for them!"

Fang spoke. "Angel, Max stays," Seeing Angel's contradiction expression, he added: "That's final. You can't change my mind on this one."

Finally, he talks! Seriously, I was starting to think he didn't know how. Then I saw Angel's expression, and I knew what she was about to do. "Yes, I can, Fang," Angel said, a too-innocent expression on her face. "You guys are all going to listen to me, aren't you? We don't like Max because she's a spy, so we're not letting her in the flock, right?" She said, still using that creepy, sweet voice.

She was trying to control their minds. "Trying" being the operative word here. It probably would've worked, but I can control minds, too, and also stop mind control. The flock started nodding, until I said: "Angel, quit it. You can't influence them with me around." Immediately, the flock snapped out of it. "See, Angel? You're not the only one around here with some power. Don't play a game if you don't know the rules," I add, with a smirk.

"She's lying!" Angel was practically screaming now. Touchy much? "She didn't say she could read and control minds!"

"You expect me to remember all of my powers?" I ask, sounding incredulous. I actually have an enhanced eidetic memory, which means I can remember everything that ever happened to me. "Seriously, I'll need to keep a list of my powers handy. You haven't been totally honest, either. You kept the fact that you can change you're appearance, and you haven't told everyone you can breathe underwater."

"We-well, I-i…" Angel stuttered, trying to find an excuse.

"Yeah, Angel. You haven't been totally honest, either," I smirk. This is just too easy. Angel was supposed to be a threat, not someone so easy to manipulate. Oh well.

The flock just stares in shock, at me, then Angel. "You lied? But, Angel! We're supposed to trust each other! You could have told us!" Gazzy cried out, shocked that his sister could be so evil. Big surprise, eh?

Then, guess what happens? Angel lunges at me with a knife. Typical.

Cliffy, cliffy, cliffy. You probably hate me now… but, whatever. Oh, yeah, and to make you hate me more, I won't be updating as much because I'm writing a fiction on , so it might be like, five days before I update.

MWAHAHAHA!

Review, review, review, it might make me write the next chapter faster… maybe. I want AT LEAST 10 reviews, people. If you don't review that much, I'll make you suffer by not updating for a week or something… well, I never said I wasn't evil.

MAJOR twist coming up, and possible FAX next chapter