Hey everyone! I'm back from Chicago. I ate way too much, nearly puked all over my great aunt, and only broke three of my uncle's prized china plates. Isn't Thanksgiving great?

Zane's POV

Crap. Now I had a hormonal teenage girl crying in my arms, her twin who looked ready to murder someone, and both of their parents MIA.

I pulled Evangeline over to the couch, and managed to disentangle her from my arms long enough to set her down. I walked back over to Max's bedroom, looking at the glass spread over the floor.

After staring at the glass for a good ten minutes, I realized something.

The whole window was broken. If Max was just ditching us, she would have used the door. So she was taken by force.

I skimmed my fingers along the border of the window, wincing as shreds of glass caught in it. Then I felt something…furry if you will.

Furry? Yeah, furry. There was a piece of brown rough fur stuck in the corner of the window. As I rubbed the fur in-between my fingers, I suddenly got an overwhelming feeling of remembrance.

Flashback

I sat on my mother's lap, laughing as Uncle Fang had a staring contest with Aunt Max. Max was smiling already, and I could tell Fang was trying hard not too. They were at my third birthday party, Evangeline and Talon sleeping already. Suddenly, Fang's head swerved toward the window, along with Max's, my mother's, and my father's gaze. I heard Max whispering to my Mom.

"Get the kids out NOW." Max sounded more commanding than usual. She slowly raised up, balancing her feet perfectly from each other, giving her stability. My mother picked me up, but not in time. A furry claw burst through the window, showering my mother in glass and grabbing me. I started screaming, knowing if it pulled me out, I wouldn't be coming back in. Then Fang hit it, and hit it hard. I thought I heard something crack, and the creature howled before retreating.

End Flashback

Jeez, I haven't had one of those kind of flashbacks in a while. But the claw did feel suspiciously like this fur. I pondered this for a moment, trying to remember Max's advice on that day.

"If anything should ever happen to any of us, don't' go to the police. They are already on Itex's side. I thought Itex was done when we blew up the headquarters, but apparently not…anyways, figure it out yourselves. Be smart, be safe, and stay together."

This little tidbit of information came swirling into my head.

Just then, Talon came bursting into the room, Evangeline at his heels. Evangeline was gasping through her tears.

"I think I know where my mom is." She looked up at me, tears running down her face.

"I think I do too."

Just then, Talon said what was on both of our minds.

"Preschool."

Sounds creepy right? Yeah, I didn't think so. But listen to this; about twenty years ago, there was this HUGE Company started running schools for regular kids.

Hitler-Youth group style, except for the twenty-first century.

Basically, the people who ran the company remodeled a bunch of abandoned schools, turning them into places to teach children how completely evil kids with wings are.

Which is why we aren't allowed to tell anyone about our little wing problem. We blend right in with the rest of America.

Except for the fact that we're practically superheroes. And we're going on a rescue mission on a school night.