Me: SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! Okay, now here's an update for you guys after a long period of no updateness. Thanks for reviewing, everyone and sorry I couldn't update on your birthday disneydork! I had to do a paper on the Persians and the Greeks…anyways, time for the update!

Quote of the Update: "I stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts,"-Lord Byron

Chapter 20: New Plans

Shadow's POV (Before she was thrown out a window)

I rested my hand on the seat of the motorcycle. Why did I have to play babysitter for Max? She's a big girl. She can take care of herself. And anyways, I came here way earlier than I promised. Thirty minutes earlier, to be exact.

I turned around and started to walk out the parking lot. It was really dark, not that I really care. It's just that Chris was in charge at the house. Usually when that happens, all hell breaks loose.

Again, I felt something pulling me back to the club. I looked back and sighed. One peek wouldn't hurt…

I whirled back around walking towards the club and started to let my mind wander. The stars were exceptionally bright tonight. And the sky was a dark, dusty blue. And-

Suddenly I got a flash of Max. She was looking at me, her face calm, yet fierce.

"You brought me here. Ask what you're going to ask," she said, her voice sounding angry.

What the heck?!

Suddenly, she faded from my vision. I stumbled as my surroundings changed and became the parking lot again. For some reason, I felt a bit drained of energy and dizzy. I stumbled to a car and leaned on the hood, trying to catch my breath.

Okay, what the hell was that? That was weird. Almost as weird as being a fourteen year old with wings and having to destroy a company that owns about half the world. Like I said, almost.

"Miss? Are you okay?" I immediately straightened up as the person's hand came onto my shoulder.

I knew that voice.

I grabbed the person's hand and flipped them onto their back. Shocked golden eyes stared back at me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" We shouted at one another at the same time. There was silence in the parking lot for the exception of a few honking cars passing by.

Hunter stood up, dusting himself off. I scrutinized him. He was wearing a suit. Well, the jacket was torn from the back, his pants had blood on them and he smelled like gunpowder.

"What the heck happened to you?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Well, I got lured somewhere, fought five-not four, five-wolf mutants, diffused a statue, got into an argument with a PYRO, and stole an artifact from the museum AND HAD TO WALK OUT OF THERE LIKE EVERYTHING WAS A-OKAY! And here's a plus. I JUST GOT FLIPPED ONTO MY BACK FOR ASKING IF SOMEONE WAS ALRIGHT OR NOT!" Hunter ranted, throwing his hands in the air a few times.

"Um…I'm sorry?" I said a bit surprised. I've never seen Hunter like this.

"It's not your fault, it's my stupid father's!" he exclaimed. It seemed like on that moment, all my senses were focused on him. "His stupid vision of…of-I DON'T EVEN KNOW!" His fists came down on the car. Immediately, the alarm started blaring and I saw dents in the car.

"Shit," he muttered. I looked around, and spotted the alleyway. I grabbed his arm and ran into the dark lane. We both peeked out the side to see a waitress walking towards the car. She switched it off and observed the dents. She kicked the car, yelled something, and stomped back in.

"Someone's not happy," I muttered.

"I'm sorry," Hunter said. I turned around to see his apologetic face. "I shouldn't have ranted to you like that."

"No, it's okay," I said. The thing about his father still rung in my head. His father wanted them to do all that stuff in the museum? That must mean….

Hunter's father is the Head of the Fallen.

Well, that's something.

"So…what are you doing? Here, I mean?" Hunter asked.

"I was just going to get Max. She's…working here tonight," I lied.

"Really?" Hunter asked with suspicion in his voice. "On spy business or singing business?"

"None of your business," I countered, narrowing my eyes. Hunter tensed up and so did I.

"I think it is my business."

"Says who?"

"Says me. One of my guys is in there and I want to know if he'll be alright or not," Hunter explained, crossing his arms.

"Hey, so what are you doing here then?" I asked, my paranoia already hitting the top of the charts. I could already feel myself slipping into a fighter's stance.

"Like I said, I'm just here to check on Fang," Hunter said. I could see his fists clenching and his muscles tense.

"How come I don't believe you?" I snarled, sidestepping him. The door into the club's kitchen was right there. Hunter blocked it again.

"Because you're not a person who trusts easily," Hunter countered. I narrowed my eyes even further.

"Get out of my way," I said flatly.

"Why? So you can alert your precious Leader?"

"No. To keep your right hand man away from my Leader." Hunter stood his ground. "Move before I make you move," I growled.

"You're going to have to do better than empty threats to move me," Hunter said, smugness in his voice.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You think this is an empty threat?" Hunter stayed silent as we stared at each other, daring the other make the wrong move. Then, it was Hunter who made the mistake.

I saw his muscles relax and he smirked.

"C'mon Shadow, let's just come to an agreement and-"

"I don't make deals with the enemy," I said, my voice low. I ran at him, punching him in the face. Just when I grabbed the doorknob and was about to throw it open, someone wrapped their arms around my stomach. The next thing I knew, I was rolling on the dirty, wet ground. I hissed at the pain that shot through my right side and stood up shakily. Hunter was opening the door. I grabbed him from behind and yanked him back. He lost his balance and fell. I dodged his falling body and went on top of him, straddling him.

"Listen mister," I hissed, getting in his face. "Don't give me a hard time." He glared at me.

"Get off me right now missy," Hunter growled.

"Like I'm going to listen to you? Please," I scoffed. Just then, I felt myself lose control of the situation when Hunter flipped us over.

"And look who's on top now," Hunter snarled. My hands went for his neck but Hunter was quick. He pinned them to the cold ground. I started to struggle and he growled again. I glared at him.

"You're so gonna get it when I get up from here."

"If you can get up," Hunter snorted.

"Oh please, if I can-" before I could finish, a horrid bark-like laughing filled my ears. I looked towards the source to see an Eraser there.

"Look, they're doing our job for us," one of them said.

"Or from the looks of it…" the Eraser cocked his head to one direction. "They're going to make more of themselves!" I could see from the corner of my eye Hunter's face turn a light pink color.

"Hunter," I hissed. "Get OFF me NOW."

"Count of three," he muttered.

"I am NOT going to wait till the count of THREE," I shouted-whispered.

"One," he said.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"Two…"

"Are they frozen there or something?" an Eraser asked.

"Probably defective experiments," another one said.

"Two and a half…"

"Hunter!" I hissed.

"Two and three quarters…" An Eraser started approaching us, making panic run down my spine.

"I swear on my wings I will kick your ass if you don't-"

"THREE!" Hunter rolled off of me and lunged at the nearest Eraser. I got up unsteadily just to have an Eraser tackle me into a wall. I grunted in pain as my back and wings collided with the wall. My legs felt like mush and I bent over. An Erasers claw met my face and I hit the ground. I groaned and tried to collect myself. How can I let myself get beat up by some oversized fur balls?!

I stood up and focused on the nearest Eraser. It growled and came at me, claws outstretched. I leaned backwards to dodge it and kicked it hard in the stomach. It stepped back from me, holding its gut. I sent it a roundhouse kick and it fell to the ground. Just then, the waitress from before came out from the kitchen.

"This is for messing up my car," she growled. As she ran towards Hunter, she started to change into an Eraser. Now, who would've guessed?

I looked at Hunter to see if he could take her. He had 3 Erasers on him, with 2 of them trying to hold him down for the female.

Oh, well that's sorta unfair.

"Hey," I called. The Erasers holding him looked at me. Immediately, Hunter threw a punch at one of them and ducked to the ground. The female that was already in mid-air, ready to rip his throat out, had no choice but to hit the wall. I jumped and rolled out the way, as an Eraser grabbed at me. I swept his feet from under him, making him hit the ground and quickly stood up.

"C'mon! Let's get Max and Fang," Hunter yelled. I locked onto him and nodded. We both ran for the door and into the kitchen. A waitress screamed in surprise and dropped a tray as we streaked through the kitchen. Hunter jumped on and ran over a table as Erasers started to come in.

"Get down from there!" I said to Hunter. He stuck his tongue out at me and jumped down from table. Just then two chefs blocked the exit with poles. I nearly fell backwards as I tried to stop myself from running into the poles. I looked around as I saw exceptionally beautiful waiters, waitresses and chefs staring at us, smirks marring their faces.

"Oh, this is just perfect," I heard Hunter mutter.

"We're so screwed," I mumbled. The waitress that had lunged at Hunter just moments before walked in, trying to fix her hair.

"Take care of them for me," she said. "I have to serve the other ones." My eyes widened as I thought of Max and Fang. They may be able to help us…

As the waitress walked out, I exchanged a look with Hunter. The door started to swing shut and both Hunter and I went for it. The chefs transformed into Erasers and floored us. That's when all the Erasers lunged.

I felt claws penetrate my skin and screamed. Hunter's yell mixed with mine and a furry claw came down on my mouth.

"Let's just finish them off," an Eraser said gruffly. I imagined that their leader nodded because in the next instant, I was hauled over an Erasers shoulder. I felt myself swing helplessly like a rag doll. I snuck a look at Hunter to see him turn his head and spit out a tooth. I shot him a sympathetic glance.

Then, a human started screaming her head off and I could see some already running for their lives. The Eraser shrugged me off his shoulder and held me up by my arm which felt a bit broken.

"Hope you have a nice flight," he sneered. In the next moment, I was hurling through space. Actually, the more correct term for it would be the window.

Then all was darkness.

Max's POV

Fang and I exchanged a look then grabbed our teammates. Shadow felt like dead weight as I ran with her to the motorcycle. I heard an Eraser howl and what seemed like a freaking herd of them following us.

"Max!" Fang called. I looked at him. Well, I mostly saw Hunter's bloody face. Fang shifted Hunter so he could fully see me.

"Max," he repeated. "I need you to lend me your motorcycle." Not my baby… "I can lead them away and you can use Hunter's car to hide away at a motel parking lot or something." I swallowed.

"Alright," I caved in. "But be careful!" I dug through my pocket and threw him the keys.

"Don't worry about me," Fang said, as he unlocked Hunter's car.

"I meant with the motorcycle," I said drily. He shot me a look as he got to the car and dumped Hunter into the backseat as soon as he opened the door. I handed him Shadow and put her in there too.

"Here you go," he said, throwing me the keys as I made my way to the driver's seat of the car. I unlocked the door and made myself nice and comfy in the seat. I saw Erasers getting in their own cars and some were trying to latch onto this one. I turned the key in the ignition and took off. Fang was next to me as we exited the lot.

"Fang," I called out the open window as we entered the highway. He came closer to hear me.

"You be careful too, okay?" I said. He smirked at me and nodded. I took the exit and he continued down the highway with the Erasers on his tail.

3rd Person POV

He sat at his computer, tapping his thick fingers on the keyboard. He gritted his teeth as he saw the hybrids drive away from the lot, with some Erasers on their tail and others left to wander there.

He typed furiously onto his keyboard, issuing a command to his pawn. The man at the keyboard watched from his seat, seeing his toy bring a walkie-talkie to his mouth and order some Erasers to trail the hybrids. The man at the keyboard smirked in satisfaction. The "toy" ran a hand through his dirty blond hair and sat there, robotically, waiting for another command.

"Doctor," the man at the keyboard jumped as the teen's voice filled the dungeon. He looked up and saw the pinnacle achievement of Itex lean against the cell bars casually.

"Yes?" the doctor said, his thick accent almost affecting the pronunciation of that word.

"Do you need anything?" The doctor smirked inwardly to himself. This was supposed to be the top experiment, one of the smartest out there, and yet, even it couldn't figure out his plan.

"Not ver now," the doctor replied. "But maybe later." Omega nodded and exited the dungeon. The doctor smirked as he started to finish the design for a new chip. This one wouldn't combust because of too much force, like the last ones did.

He also needed to start designing a stronger control chip. This one was starting to wear out, and that was bad. If his pawn started to break away now, then it could ruin the whole scenario.

And that would be bad for the doctor. He'd have people out for his blood.

Even though, if he can't get out of his dungeon, he highly doubted that people could get in.

The doctor sighed and rubbed his sweaty forehead. He put the finishing touches on the new chip and smiled to himself. He was done and all he had to do was make Omega build it. Now, to check on the group called the Flock…

He watched a video of the group lead by experiment M10116g25, the one that was called Maximum Ride. The interactions between them were interesting. Maximum was the mother figure of the group, coming off as a strong, fearless Leader. But later on, she'd relate stories of her hardship and rant to experiment K1483710Z. The one they called Shadow. A demonic smile spread onto the doctor's face.

What would happen to Maximum if we were to take her second in command away?

The doctor started to watch footage of Maximum interacting with experiment K0372609A. The one that was called Fang. The doctor already knew that in their past, Maximum and Fang may have had an intimate relationship. Did their feelings last even after the memories were wiped? This interested the doctor.

Whether the doctor watched too many soap operas, we will never know. But a plan formulated in his head which could've been a plot in As the World Turns or Days of our Lives.

The doctor sent another command to his pawn which read: Send the Fallen and the Angels on another Mission.

The doctor hit Enter button and smiled. Things were going to get interesting.

Me: (chuckles) I have given you more pieces of the puzzle. I wonder who's going to figure this out first. Review please!