I really don't know if this is just going to be a two-shot or not, because with the last sentence, you're probably going to want more. But, you guys might want the opposite; you might want me to never come within five feet of Microsoft Word. I don't know what goes through your mind, or Hell, even my mind. So right now, I'm going to get down to business.

Disclaimer: I, HollisterLove, do not own Maximum Ride; Jimmy Pat just won't sell me the rights to it!

Gone

Chapter 2

Fang's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh. Is it really morning already? Great. Another worthless day in my worthless life.

I don't have a job, and since I'm eighteen, I don't go to school. I never posted anything on my blog since she left us, so that's dead. There's nothing else to do on my laptop, so I never use it. I should probably give it to Nudge or Angel, somebody else besides me because it just collects dust in my room.

Yeah, I said my room. We stopped flying around the world, looking for Max a few months after she left us and decided to just settle down in some secluded area. We currently live in the Poconos in Pennsylvania. We figured, Who would come looking for us in the woods? Seriously, that's what it is around our house; just a bunch of trees.

The house is a log cabin, but is finished on the inside. It's got six bedrooms and each of them has their own private bathroom. It's got what any normal house would have; a living room; a family room; a kitchen; and a laundry room. But each room is huge because we didn't want to be like little bird-kids packed in a sardine can.

Iggy is eighteen as well as me and works as the head chef in some fancy restaurant, so he makes a lot of money doing that.

Nudge is sixteen and is still in high school. She also works. She works as a fashion designer for some big company. Like, Urban Outfitters. Something close to that. I don't know. I don't pay attention to the world around me anymore.

Gazzy is twelve and is a seventh grader at the middle school around here. He's too young to work, but I think he wants to be a pizza delivery boy when he's Nudge's age.

Angel is ten and is in fourth grade at the elementary school for the town. She's too young to decide what she wants to do for a part-time job, but she'll think of something.

We haven't gotten any new powers, aside from my invisibility being stronger so that now I can walk around and be invisible, but Iggy has gotten his sight back, which is great for his job.

We don't know why he got it back. It just kind of happened one day when he was seventeen. He just kind of woke up and, instead of seeing just blackness, he could actually see.

It was about six-thirty now, so Iggy was probably getting breakfast on the table for the kids to eat. I should probably get dressed and get down stairs to grab something to eat before everybody else eats it all.

Getting off my bed, I walked over to my closet to grab a pair of black jeans, clean black boxers, and a black AC DC t-shirt.

I got changed into my clothes for today and walked out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen where Iggy had made French toast.

"Hi Fang," Angel said to me.

"Hi Angel," I said back to her.

I grabbed a plate and started to put food on it. After I had put a good bird-kid amount on the plate, I grabbed a seat at the table.

I started to eat when I noticed everybody staring at me.

"What?" I asked, chewing my food.

"Nothing," Iggy said in a calm voice. "It's just that you came down here to eat and I didn't have to send Gasman or Angel up to your room to give you your food."

"Yeah," I told him. "I felt like coming down and eating. Is that okay?"

"Of course that's okay Fang! We love seeing you!" Angel told me.

"Oh," I said. "Thanks, I guess."

I finished eating my food, and I starting to put the dirty dishes and such into the dishwasher. The kids were off, headed to school, and Iggy went to his room to go put on his work clothes. I think he leaves the house a little after seven each morning so he could start prepping the food at around eight-thirty. He worked late, and usually didn't come home until after midnight.

So I would be home by myself until mid-afternoon when the kids would come home.

Once I got done in the dishes, I decided to go into the family room and watch some TV.

After going through about fifty channels, I just decided on one of the news stations.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer Chung, reporting live from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania where a major company has been taken down. A girl named Maximum Ride has put Itex down to the ground."

I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying, but when I heard Itex and Maximum Ride, I was all ears.

I didn't get to hear the rest of the news story because there was a knock on the front door.

Oh shit, I thought. It's going to be somebody from Itex and they're going to kill us all.

Despite what I was thinking, I answered the door anyway.

The person that stood in front of me had dirty-blonde hair, ripped and blood-stained clothes, and was breathing heavily. She looked about my age, give or take a few years.

"Can I help you?" I said in a hard voice.

"I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Max; Maximum Ride."

I gasped inwards and my breath caught in my throat; I couldn't speak; I couldn't move. I just stood there as she caught her breath.

Why I did the thing that I did next is beyond me. I didn't really have control in my body for a few minutes there, I guess.

But I did what I did.

I didn't really like this chapter until the end. It started out just as a filler-chapter, but it became better at the end. And also, I got the feeling that this was rushed. If it is, I'm sorry but I'm a lot better at one-shots.

Review please! Tell me how I'm doing with this, what you want to happen, or anything else. I don't appreciate flames, but I will accept them.

HollisterLove