Sorry about the sudden plot twist. I couldn't figure out what to do! I hope you enjoy and please REVIEW ON WHETHER YOU WANT FAX OR MALEN! (Malen is Max and Galen.)

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MY POV

Gross! It's a dude jogging without his shirt! Usually I wouldn't care, but, let me tell you, he desperately needs a shirt. That is utterly disgusting.

Winnie's voice broke into my thoughts, "So, who were those people back there? I mean, I know they were NCIS, but why were you with them?"

I turn around midair, looking at the team, and the crowd that is looking at me – I still hadn't flown very far away because I was taking my time – and my wings, They don't look too mad at me, but how could they be? I'm irresistible! (Note the sarcasm?) They are staring at me in awe, even though they have seen me fly before, like, twenty or thirty minutes ago. I crack a smile, Tony looks like an idiot, staring up with his mouth open and his eyes wide. Man, if only he could see me fight, or better, kick his ass. Now that, my friend, would be a sight to see.

I answer, "I landed on their roof, you know, because of the expiration date that I no longer have to worry about because it has come and gone, to cool my wings off. They thought I was going to commit suicide. I passed out, woke up with them staring at me and they asked me how I had gotten on their roof, so I went to the roof to show them, and you know the rest."

I look back at the team, their faces quickly change from looks of awe to looks of confusion, and some horror. I spin around, quietly asking Nissa and Winnie if they would be okay if I had to suddenly throw them onto a roof. They say yes and I scan the skies, and the ground, for any signs of danger. Shit. Erasers. Why do they always have to come ruin the fun?

I throw Nissa and Winnie to the same roof right next to me and get into defensive, or offensive, whichever is needed, positions. I almost yell positions, but I remember that the flock was taken by the School and killed three years ago. I searched for them, and I found Fang. Only Fang. He had no idea where the rest of the flock was, we searched for two years. I have never lost hope, but I couldn't spend all of my time searching. Places to go, people to see, you know? The Erasers draw closer. I wonder if this would be a good time to test out my panther skills. See what I can or can't do. I cast out my hearing.

I hear Nissa tell Winnie, "I'm sure it's her, but she is different now. She might not want to be on a team with us now. She may have a boyfriend and not like Galen anymore, or…who knows? The possibilities are endless."

I snort. Me? Having a boyfriend? I mean I have a friend that is a boy, but no boyfriend. I don't really remember Galen. All I do know is that he saved my life a few times.

The Erasers draw even closer. I hear Ziva say, "Are those hideous things her friends? Did she deceive us? Most likely not, though, she is in a defensive position. She is very skinny, though. I don't think she will be able to fight very well."

At this, even during this situation, I burst out laughing. That was funny. Almost as good as the birdseed. The birdseed was the best, by far.

Okay Max, get it together, the Erasers are here. One lunges for me, I dodge easily. I punch him using my force in the head. His eyes roll back into his head and he falls rapidly. Praise these new skills! I launch a "flying" kick at another's ribcage. I hear a satisfying crack and punch him in the nose. I kick another one where the sun don't shine and hear his screams as he falls. Ha! This is fun. I now have about eight Erasers on me right now. The others are kind of hanging back; they don't want to miss the excitement. I grab a fist that comes flying at me and I twist the attacker's arm behind their back and pop it from their shoulder socket. I dead leg him and give him a bloody nose. I kick another in the head. I keep on kicking them in the head because it is a very efficient of knocking them out, and essentially killing them indirectly when they go splat on the ground. I decide to have some fun with the last one. I come up behind him and yank his wings up so he can't use them. I catch him underneath his arms. He is a young one. He looks extremely scared. I turn him around and he grabs onto me, clinging for his life.

I take his head in both my hands and ask, "Do you want to die?"

He rapidly shakes his head no.

I say, "Too bad," and I twist his head all the way around. His arms go limp and he falls. I know, I am a coldhearted, ruthless, merciless killer. I like it that way. I need to do what has to be done.

I fly over to Nissa and Winnie who look both anxious and scarred.

Winnie speaks up first, "You just. All of them. Punching and kicking. You killed them. You are a murderer."

Nissa joins in, "You aren't like how we remember you."

I close my eyes briefly. They are right. And they are wrong. "I did just kill them. I am a murderer. I am not how you remembered me because I am two different people joined into one, two different souls. Now that those two souls are one, they both help me, they both hurt me. Max is a coldhearted person who deeply hates, or whatever is the worst word for it, the very mentioning of Erasers. Those things I just fought. Keller has the amazing abilities, better than Max's kick ass skills, which help make it possible. I still have a heart, but I don't when it comes to Erasers. They killed my family. All of them. Except for my brother, sister, and mother. They killed two of my sisters and two of my brothers. Don't you see? Don't you see how I could hate them so much? Do you have family? Do you love them? I did. The operative word being did. Did. Was. Had been. Never will be again. They are all the same. I did have a family. My flock was the best thing that ever happened to me. They had been the best people I have ever known. They never will be alive again. All because of the Erasers. I almost died today by the hand of the people that made the Erasers. I somehow was brought back and healed. All that did was make everything seem so much more real. All of this. Everything."

"Whoa," Tony says. I spin around, confused. When did he get here? The whole team is here! Ugh, that ranting sort of speech was not for their ears. I cannot appear to be weak in front of them.

"Sorry, that wasn't meant for you to hear."

Ducky steps forward, "There is nothing for you to be sorry for, my dear. You have been through a lot."

I grunt and look over the side of the building, "Including about thirty-five Erasers."

Ziva looks confused, "Erasers? Like pencil erasers? Did I miss something, or is this another one of your silly American idioms?"

I give a weak chuckle and say, "No, let me explain. When we… I mean, when I was little, I named those human lupine recombinants Erasers because every enemy needs a name. They would also kill a lot and were very dangerous. They could erase you off the face of the earth. Hence the name, Eraser."

McGee steps up and says, "Max, I feel very sorry for what you had to go through. I hope there are no hard feelings between us, you know, because you… punched me."

I raise an eyebrow, "Thanks, but aren't I the one that's supposed to be asking for forgiveness? You have a weird way about things, McForgiven. (A/N: Somehow this led to me thinking about McDonald and how that could be a pairing of McGee and Ducky. EEW!)"

McGee smiles and puts his arm around Abby, who had earlier told him she liked, or loved, him in private. Way to go McGee! (Another A/N:[sorry! I have a lot to say!] I personally LOVE this pairing, along with Tiva, but I don't want them to get together yet. I like the cat and mouse game they play.) Abby smiles at me with tears in her eyes.

I am such a wuss. "I am not such a wuss all the time, you know. The last time was three years ago. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to go to Arizona, get Fang, and I will come straight back here. See you in five minutes!"

I give a little salute and I'm off.

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Sorry that Max is such a wuss in this chapter. Well, part wuss, part badass. I couldn't help but be mean to that boy Eraser. The idea just popped into my head and it seemed fun. On the outside, I'm a sweet little girl who always does what she is supposed to do and cusses a few times. In my mind, I want to be like Max, and I also probably could put a sailor to shame with how much I cuss! Hehe. Lollipops and rainbows and unicorns that poop butterflies! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! holmesian13 is probably thinking: YOU WISH! THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN! IT WOULD MORE LIKELY HAPPEN TO ME! And holmesian13 is probably right but, I CAN DREAM HAROLD! (I LOVE THE ASDF MOVIES! And laser collection!)

Thanks for reading and REVIEW! I can't wait to post the next chapter! Once I've written it, that is.