Guys, this story is going to end soon. I'm in my second month of school, and you've probably noticed I've been updating later. I have nine stories going, I'm serious. I can't keep nine stories going for much longer. A lot of them will have to end. Especially with Pre-Algebra getting harder and harder. As much as I hate it - school has to come first.

But there will be FAX at the end!

Journal NOT a Diary!

Max's Journal

September 4, 2010

I'M BACK, BABY!

With bird DNA, and the flock is the together again, we're back in Mesa. And no one is going anywhere.

As for Iggy, he's okay. Still a few scars and broken bones, but he's healing fast. We've been home for over a week. Mom has been pounding us with questions - she's read the last several entries, about our New York trip. So this is the only time I have to update.

So you're probably wondering about after the cat half attacked Fang. All he had was a few bruises and a limp, that's healed now. So, while we were on the plane...

I sat back and leaned my head back on the padding. It would take days to fly from California to New York, and we wanted to get there and back as soon as possible. And, with my newly... re-attacked wings, which would take weeks to fully adjust back, it was just painful. I'd hold us back days. Iggy was going to Mesa with Mom, Nudge, and Angel.

As soon as we were safely in the air, I felt someone plop down beside me. I opened an eye a tad. Fang was fastening his seat belt. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "Max, I don't blame you. No one does. It wasn't you choice to become a cat and try to kill us."

Great pep talk, Fang.

I tried to say 'Thanks' but it came out 'Fakes.'

"Something wrong?"

Actually, I had been dreading this meeting since this whole thing started. "Just tired," I lied. "Being a cat can take a lot out of you."

He blinked. "Right. Well, tell me when you're ready to talk." He shot me a half smile and popped in his earbuds. But he made no move to move back to his seat with Angel. Sighing, I laid back and closed my eyes, involuntarily falling to sleep.

I was woken up by Fang. I was laying my head on something - a hard pillow. I openened my eyes and saw I was laying on Fang's shoulder. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

It was just me, Fang, Angel, and Mary Lou. Gazzy was helping to take care of Iggy, as was Nudge.

Five hours later we were back in our house at Mesa. Fang and I had stayed as far away from each other as possible.

Max, Angel said, you know you love him.

I tried to kill him!

No, the cat did. But he loves you! Remember? You two were a couple before Cindy kidnapped us!

She was right. We were a couple. Now... I let Cindy tear us apart. Was that her plan from the beginning? To pull us together and tear us apart? She always had it out for us.

Wait.

Cindy.

Is.

Still.

Alive.

We were kidnapped before we killed her. She's still out there, probably trying to exploit some other poor couple that fell for her traps.

I've got to find her. I've got to kill her. But first, I have to do something. Something possibly more dangerous and scary then even meeting Cindy's minions. I've got to... talk to Fang. Could I wait another month? Yes. Will I wait another month, or possibly until he grows a beard? No.

Well, here goes nothin.

-Maximum