(Enjoy! :D)
(3rd POV)
The Gasman looked around, and was glad to be alone. The sounds of cars shrieking by was actually okay with him. He liked the city noises. It reminded him that life was short, so he should live it to the fullest.
He sat with hig legs crissed crossed, on the edge of the highway. His wings were out of sight, and he wondered why he didn't do this more often. It was incredibly soothing.
The cars flew by, and his hair whipped around his face. He needed a haircut, but didn't really care that his hair was now down to his neckline. Iggy's was the same quantity also.
A red convertible slowed to a stop in front of Gazzy. A woman stepped out, in a tight black dress that hugged her curves. Not that Gazzy was looking there, by the way. It was way too noticable not to notice.
"Young man?" She asked. Well, more like yelled from her side of the car. It would've been hard to pick up, if Gaz was a human. But he heard her perfectly. She continued, stepping closer with her sleek high heels. "Young man, you shouldn't be sitting on the side of a highway like that. You could get hurt. Now, come with me to the police station, and we'll look for your parents." She smiled, flashing pearly white teeth. This woman was too perfect. Suspiciously perfect.
There had to be something wrong. She didn't have a single flaw that Gaszy could find. It was extremely odd, because the Gasman wasn't used to this. Yet.
"What's your name?" Gazzy asked, pretending to be careful. "I'm Jake." He said, and he felt a twinge of rememberance. For some reason he had no idea about it.
The woman crossed her arms, and came closer to Gazzy, still. She wouldn't tell him her name. Well, if that's the game she wants to play, then be it. It's on.
Gazzy played a frighened face, and flailed his arms out behind him. He fell backwards, watching the woman's face the whole time. Her mouth opened wide in a big 'O', and she clapped her hands together.
And he fell.
Gazzy allowed himself to freefall for a minute, until he was right under the bridge. He grinned, knowing that causing trouble for the woman was mean, but it was amusing for him.
His wings flared out, and he soared high, above the freeway now. He noted the woman leaning over the edge, looking for his body. He smirked deviously, for he was going to 'borrow' her Mercedes.
He hopped in the car, and slamed the door shut. Stomping on the gas, the car squealed to life, and Gazzy sighed as the wind pushed through his hair.
It was good to be a freak.
*gasp*
Angel knew everything. As a mind reading flying mutant bird child, she knew eveything. She knew that Max wouldn't be able to save the world. Max was an idiot. Of course, Angel loved Max with all of he heart, and she wanted Max to know, that it was her turn. Max couldn't handle the leader job anymore, because she is letting her emotions clouding over what is best for the Flock. Max couldn't do it alone. In fact, Angel knew, Max wouldn't be able to do it all. Angel would have to save the world herself. She knew how to do it, too. All she needed to do was to contact Jeb.
Ah, Jeb, the selfish bastard. Ah! Angel chided herself. She definitely shouldn't be cursing. Shame. Anyway, she knew where to go. The only problem was, the Flock. They were in her way, slowing her down. Couldn't they see that the world will collapse on itself? That humanity will no longer exist if the people continue this way?
She just had to find Jeb. How would she be able to leave/ditch the Flock altogether? Damn, she was working herself to exhaustion. Is it possible to leave the Flock? Well, Angel had remembered that nice woman at the School. When she was taken captive, forever ago in their "Angel Experiment." That woman, what was her name? It started with a D, Angel knew that.
The D woman specialized in cloning. Could the woman possibly clone Angel, to take her place in the Flock? Would Max be able to note the difference in them?
Angel would take that chance. She had to do what she had to do. There was no other option.
(Max POV)
No. I told myself to take a shower to ease my tension and stress. That thought wasn't helping. So I let the hot water cascade down my body, and I almost felt the stress melt off. I stood still and closed my eyes, taking in the pleasure of my muscles relaxing. The small bathroom was soon filled with the relaxing steam of my hot shower, and everything fogged up.
I don't know how long I was in there, but when I got out, my skin was like a raisin. I wrapped the towel around my body, and looked in the mirror.
Big eyes stared back. My eyes had sunken into my head from the lack of sleep, and it seemed as if someone had taken magic marker and drawn bags under my eyes. Yup, that's how bad it was.
Sensing something behind me, I turned around, gripping the red towel tighter to my body, my knuckles turning white. My breathing hitched up when I saw who it was.
Fathomless black eyes bored into mine, and I whispered one word that sent my heart into overdrive.
"Fang?"
The man shook his head, flipping the hair put of his eyes exactly how Fang would do. I gasped as he took a few steps closer to me, and I backed up, only to meet the bathroom wall. I don't know why but I simply just screamed Fang's name louder, trying to snap Fang out of it.
The bathroom door slammed open, and Fang was breathing heaviliy. "Max, what is-" He stopped mid sentence, staring at the exact copy of himself.
"What the hell?" Fang said angrily, stomping towards Fang II. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. Why the hell were there two Fangs?
Fang II smiled, showing daggerlike canines and a forked tongue. I cringed into the wall, willing my eyes to shut.
Fang II spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. "Max, it's time."
I winced as a hand touched my shoulder. "What do you want?"
The deep voice rumbled on, oblivious to my resonse. "Maximum Ride, you will follow our people. You will do as we say. You are the Eve of our new generation."
With that, we were whisked out of the room, leaving Fang gaping at our departure.