Fang P.O.V

I sat in wait for Max to come back. I was standing right by the pool. Invisible. Since no one else is probably gonna tell you what happened, I will. Six years ago, Max's dad, Jeb, kidnapped us, Max, Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, Angel, And I. He took us to a place called the school. We were tested on and given wings and other asorted powers.( Yeah I'm not gonna tell you their powers, you already know.) We escaped a few months later. Jeb got kicked out of the family, haven't heard from him since. People around town just think he ran off with another girl, and had a family. So no one talked about it. When we escaped, there had been another little kid, like, seven years old. We don't know what happened to her.

But, when Max saw her tiny frail form, she couldn't help, but to get her out.

Xander P.O.V

Bang! I felt a searing pain in my left arm, as the bullet whizzed by, burning the flesh, tearing right through it. Despite the pain I held my ground. I was protecting another little girl, one younger than me. I'd say about six years old.

"Run!" I hissed through gritted teeth. When I heard her running I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

My attention snapped back to the jerks when I heard the gun cock again. Out of the corner of my eye, was a girl, say sixteen. Long golden brown hair, large chocolate eyes, and in a large green jacket. In her hand she held a small, yet deadly sharp, pocket knife.

Ok, I had some chance, but from the bloodlust in her eyes, I'd say I'm screwed. Capital C-R-A-P. Then instead of attacking me, she tossed the knife with deadly procision, straight the barrel of the pistol. The gun clattered to the ground. The jerk-offs all turned their heads. I saw my opportunity.

" DIE DEMONS OF HELL!" I screeched. Before they could react, I had lept forward, connecting my foot solidly to one guy's head. He collapsed instintly. One down. two to go. The one that had had the gun lunged, I kicked him wear the sun don't shine. You boys out there should know, I have nothing against crouch shots. He He. Anyway, the girl, 16 or 17, already had the third on the ground. I don't even know how he got there, and personally, I didn't want to.

I slumped to the ground, leaning against the side of a building. It was starting to rain. The girl cautiously started to make her toward me. I instinctively shrank away from her out stretched hand. So what if she had just kicked ass. She could've just been holding a grudge against these goons. But despite my misgivings, as soon as I smelled her, I knew I could trust her. Never judge a book by its cover, right? Okay, how 'bout its smell?

Max

The girl sat slumped on the ground in front of me, bleeding heavily. I pulled off my jacket quickly, draping it over her shoulders. Now that I was up close, I could see she was in fair condition. She pushed back her hair in an annoyed fashion, revealing a birth mark on her cheek. It was big enough to cover most of her right cheek, and shaped like one of those proffesional snow flakes. I studied her over for a moment. For some reason she really reminded my of some one, but I couldn't place a name.

" From a distance, I could've sworn your eyes were black," I said breaking the silence. She smiled at me then replied,

" I know they change. Usually their black." I stoopped down, helping her to her feet.

" You need help, so your coming home with me. What's the difference any way? Stray cat, stay kid, who cares?" She smiled thankfully. " Oh, and I'm Maximum, but you can call my Max." I said, winking at her.

" Xander" Hey. 'whatcha know, this making friends stuff is pretty easy.