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Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, but I do own Silica, Mr. Soapy, Mr. Soapy's lawyer, and some of the teachers. Hey, I own a lot! Sweet! Ha-ha. Back to the story.

Max POV

I didn't care where we were, we landed and made Fang explain. I was not going straight back to school knowing there's someone there who wants to kill us without some details. We were currently flying over Tuba City, Arizona, so we landed behind a deserted building and walked inside. It was old, dusty, and there wasn't a soul in sight. Perfect.

"Okay, so, we know there is someone at the Day and Night school who wants us killed, and this person is supposedly really powerful." Iggy said, clarifying what we already know. "The question is, who wants to kill us, why do they want us killed, and how do they plan on doing it?"

I ran through the people we knew at school who didn't quite like us in my head. There was Ms. Hamilton, she definitely had some beef with us, but she wasn't all that powerful (or at least I don't think she is) and she wasn't the murderous type. There was that kiss-up kid who we met at recess, the one who said I was insane for telling Nudge to jump off the roof, but he didn't even know us and he was just some kid who we could have made easy mincemeat out of. Mr. Kaden seemed to be annoyed with us, but not really all that dangerous.

"Another question is," Iggy continued, "how did Fang get this information?" Iggy turned his head toward where Fang was sitting, looking slightly above his head.

Fang sighed and leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on his knees. "I was in Arizona, just passing through. There was an article about us in the paper, and I saw a comment that said mostly negative things. The commenter wasn't a person, but an organization. I looked it up on a laptop I swiped and hacked into some really top secret stuff. The head quarters of the organization, I saw was called the RGEN, also known as Rid Genetic Engineering National, is in Arizona. Just south-west of Grand Canyon National Park." Grand Canyon National park was close, really close. Just thinking about how easily we could get to them, or they could get to us, sent a shiver down my spine.

"I flew there and snuck in. You wouldn't believe the amount of information you could get from one computer in there. Unfortunately, I couldn't print out anything in time before the security guards came and I had to make a run for it. A lot of people are a part of the organization, but most of them help run it. It's all about being against genetic engineering. They think we're a freak of nature and don't belong in the world. So their goal is to get rid of us. For good. And never let us happen again." This really wasn't that surprising news.

A lot of people thought we were freaks of nature, because we are. But if those people want us dead and are currently at the place where we've been for two days and are suppose to go back to, and we have no idea who these people are, it sort of gave me the creeps. Like we were being stalked. We've been stalked before. But we were hoping to not have it happen again.

Yeah right.

"So…" I started, "Why don't we just go back to the Day and Night school, beat this guy up till he leaves us alone, then go on with our lives?" It seemed like a no-brainer, but of coarse, everything has to have a catch.

"We don't know who this person is." Fang said. "He, or she, could strike at anytime. Plus, it's not quite as simple as just beating some guy up. Like I said before, I looked this place up. They're really powerful, and have a lot of connections. They're mostly known for the most violent attacks possible. They could bomb the school if it means getting rid of us."

That thought hadn't come to me.

"Maybe, if we found out who's at the school that's apart of the RGEN," Gazzy suggested, "we could get them outside and bomb them first." He grinned while wagging his eyebrows, already coming up with an explosive design in his head.

"Okay, we don't necessarily know that they're going to bomb us," I said. "Angel, did you happen to pick up on anything suspicious while we were back at school?"

Angel shook her head. "I only picked up on schoolwork, boy crushes, girl crushes, and more schoolwork the entire time we were there. And Silica never shuts up when she thinks! I could barely ever make out what she's thinking. It gave me a headache."

I sighed. There was no way out of it. I know if you're thinking we should've just not gone back and hoped Jeb would understand the circumstances, but it was more complicated than that. More skin-deep. Do you know that situation where you have to do something but you can't really explain why, you just have to? This was ten thousand times worse than that.

We decided to go back and just watch our backs. We knew we'd be in trouble with Jeb and my mom if we didn't go back. And we've dealt with things similar to this before. Actually, out of all the situations we've been in, this was one of the easiest. We just had to hope that we would make it out of this one with only a few cuts and bruises.

We arrived the next day, Friday, as planned.

We circled around the school, then landed with caution as Ms. Hamilton and a few teachers met us outside, followed by a crowd of students.

"Thank God you're back! We were starting to get worried!" Ms. Hamilton said, inspecting us for any sign of broken bones or injury worthy of a Band-Aid.

"We're fine," Angel said, coaxing Ms. Hamilton. "It was a piece of cake. We weren't in the court room for more than forty-five minutes."

"You went to court?" Some student who obviously wasn't caught up screamed, pulling out a cell phone to ferociously text her friends.

"And Fang is back," Nudge said, hugging Fang for the millionth time since we found him. "So I guess he'll have to take another test and be put into his classes."

"Yes, we'll do that right away," Ms. Hamilton said, waving a teacher over to give him instructions.

Fang gave me a look that said Do I have to do this?

I shot him a look saying If we had to take it, so do you.

Fang took the stupid placement test, and was placed into most of my classes, and some of Iggy's, all before lunch. Sometimes I wondered what they learned after all those years on the computer and watching TV. Although I was pretty impressed with how fast he took it. When we took the test, we didn't start our classes until the next day because of our timing. Since I promised the flock to put family before relationship, I tried to keep my distance, and he did the same. Although I did sometimes have to sneak my hand into his.

That day at lunch was one of them.

We sat at our table, all the way in the far right hand corner of the cafeteria, eating our baked macaroni and cheese, today's special. We were on our third serving, almost satisfied with our day, until Miriam Fettuccini came to our table.

Miriam was a tall, strawberry blonde girl (strawberry blonde is so close to redhead that it unnerved me) with enormous hazel eyes, and a curvy yet slim figure. She wore a dark purple halter top, black skinny jeans, a loose gold belt dangling from her waist on the outside of her shirt, and grey converse that were signed by some band. She looked like she was a regular spoiled teen who just got back from a concert. What on earth was she doing here?

Of coarse, she walked right over to Fang, who was sitting across from me on the end of the table.

"Hey, you're that kid that was on the news the other day, right?" She said in a seductive, almost familiar voice, "I just thought it was so cool the way you stole that car. You're a real dare devil." Was stealing a car an attractive thing? I didn't think grand theft auto was something someone like her would look for in a guy. Maybe there was a reason she was here after all.

Fang just looked at her, obviously not thrilled by her company. "Um… okay." He said, uncertain of what to say.

I suddenly remembered where I heard her voice before. She was the girl who asked me if I knew Fang when he was on the TV in the dorm living room. I never learned her name until recently when the teacher was calling attendance earlier that day. I had most of my classes with her.

"Yeah, so, um, your name's Fang, right? That is such a cool name." Miriam stretched out her arm and let it linger on his shoulder. That set me on edge. I was about two milliseconds from dragging her a couple thousand feet in the air and dropping her.

"You're such a bad boy," Miriam said, pushing her chances of living past dinner, "I really like the bad boy type." I nearly jumped out of my seat so I could strangle her before Fang replied the best answer possible.

"Then why don't you go find yourself a bad boy," Fang said, "one that's far away from here?"

I felt like cheering. I was so happy that I couldn't stop myself from grinning.

Obviously not noticing anyone else but Fang at the moment, Miriam leaned in closer to Fang.

"Oh, I think I've already found one. And he's sitting right in front of me." She said in her most seductive voice that would bring any man to his knees.

"Only in your twisted fantasy land." Fang said, shaking her hand off his shoulder, and stuffing his mouth with another fork-full of cheesy macaroni. No wonder I loved him so much. He was clever, romantic, a snappy dresser, and a comedian. Lucky me.

Miriam the moron must of not taken the hint, because she then said, "Oh c'mon. We're having this awesome party at dorm building 1 this weekend. All the cool people are going, and you have a special invitation." Miriam winked at him, possibly giving the last wink she ever would because if no one held me back, she was going to get her eyes ripped out of their sockets.

Fang just shook his head and said, "I'm not the party type, and I have a girlfriend. And right now, I'm more worried for you than for me if she found out you were attempting to ask me out."

Nudge giggled a little, and I smiled back at her, giving a small wink. This was going to end well for us, I just knew it.

"Oh, forget your girlfriend! She doesn't have to know." Miriam said, a little desperate sounding.

I stood up, meeting Miriam at eye level. "Actually, she already does."

Miriam just looked at me like I was worth filth. "And who are you?"

I smiled devilishly. "I'm his girlfriend, and your worst nightmare." My voice was just as scary and powerful, if not more, as I intended it to be.

That scared her off, for she staggered backward and walked quickly back to her seat with a look on her face that said What is that girl's deal?

I laughed and slapped high fives with first Fang, then the rest of the flock. Even Dylan, who you would think would hate the idea of me being Fang's girlfriend. I guess even though Dylan was designed to be my perfect other half, he sort of wants to be his own person too, not somebody's little experiment. He completely let me go and accepted the fact that I love Fang shortly before Fang first left. He'd comforted and talked to me for a little, but it didn't help. After that he just gave up. He was currently still getting use to being a part of the flock.

Despite the agonizing hatred I felt for Miriam, those few moments were some of the absolute best at the Day and Night school. Miriam was far more beautiful than any of Fang's old girlfriends (the Redhead Wonder and Dr. Brigid Dwyer), and he didn't even look her over or anything!

It's because he loves you too much to notice.

Huh? Okay, was this my Voice, or Angel speaking? Because at the moment, I couldn't tell.

It's your Voice. But Angel is definitely listening, and she agrees.

I looked at Angel, who was sitting more in the center of the bench on our rectangular shaped lunch table. She smiled her cute-innocent-little-girl smile, which I totally didn't buy, at me. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, and let my Voice continue.

Fang only has eyes for you. Always have, and always will.

Now I was really confused. You lost me there, Voice, I thought, what do you mean 'always have'? Fang obviously didn't have eyes for me when he was lip locking the Redhead Wonder, or with Dr. Fantastic in Antarctica.

That's where you're wrong, Max. Fang's always loved you, but he just didn't know how to show it then.

I hesitated a moment, taking it all in and observing it.

Well, obviously! I thought harshly back at the Voice. I wouldn't have thought that was a way to show your feelings to a girl.

The day went pretty well after that. Since we had gym last period every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday (with health class on Monday and computer class on Wednesday), we got to go to our specially made gym class that day.

Our gym teacher was the one and only Mr. Salome (it's pronounced like salami). We went to gym once before, on Tuesday, but that was before Fang came back. Mr. Salome was the gym teacher for all the regular P.E classes too, but that didn't make him any less great a teacher. I liked him, respected him. He never took any crap from obnoxious kids. He took order, but still knew how to have fun.

For today, he said we would just play an easy, simple game of kickball. It seemed easy enough, the way he described it. But we never made things simple. We played outside, on the turf field somebody decided to build next to the playground. It was fun. Every once in a while, someone would kick the ball so far that someone had to fly out to get it. Mr. Salome considered that a homerun.

Team one was the Gasman, Iggy, Nudge, and I. Team two was Fang, Angel, Dylan, and Total. Fang said it was unfair that the dog had to be on his team, but I told him to suck it up. Total actually proved himself useful. He managed to catch a few fly balls (in his mouth) and scored three points, using his head to "kick" the ball. Unbelievably, the game tied at 182 points each. Mr. Salome was impressed that we could score that high in only an hour. He said we could be in the Olympics, but I don't think they allow genetically enhanced bird kids to compete.

After gym, on our way back to the dorm room thanking God that school was over, Angel asked about that party Miriam invited Fang to.

"I don't think we're going to that, Angel. We weren't really invited, and Fang rejected the offer." I said kindly.

"Max, I think one or two of us should at least check it out." Angel said, really trying to convince me, but painfully staying away from mind control because she's smart enough to know I'd kill her if she did that to me.

"Why? It's just some stupid party…" I said, putting the pieces together as I finished the sentence. Angel was a mind reader. She wouldn't ask of this unless there was an absolute reason, possibly coming from someone else's mind.

"You're right, Max. But I didn't really get all that much. That girl who was flirting with Fang at lunch, was sort of interested in Fang, but didn't invite him to that party of her own free will. Someone paid her fifteen hundred dollars to make sure he goes to that party."

I gaped at her. Only one person I could think of would pay fifteen hundred bucks to some loony teenager just to get Fang to a party: our secret murderer.

"Did she think the name?" I asked her, lowering my voice so that no one would hear us.

"She didn't even know the name. The person sent her an envelope containing her instructions and the money. They signed it as anonymous. They said it was very important, and there was no doubt in her mind that it wasn't."

"But he refused her. She didn't even fight all that hard." I said. If she knew it was important, why did she take no as an answer? It didn't make any sense. And if the anonymous person was our guy, why did he/she instruct Miriam to just get Fang to the party? Why not the rest of us?

"I think she's planning on going to Fang later, to ask him again. And I honestly don't know why this guy only wants Fang. I hate not knowing, Max. It's agonizing!"

I shushed and soothed her, holding her in my arms and petting her hair.

We arrived at the dorm building, and headed straight up to our room, giving Angel one last thought on the subject.

All I know is, someone, other than Fang, is definitely getting into that party.

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