Moe: heeeey everybody… sry I haven't updated in a loooong time T.T my computer had crashed and I had insane writers block x.x

Max: all I hear is excuses..

Moe: but they are all true!

Angle: this liar does not own any of Maximum Ride, becuz it is strictly from the mind of the Brilliant James Patterson 3

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(Max's P.O.V)

I placed the ice pack on Iggy's head as I sat down on the side of his twin bed. The room was dark, though he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. His eyes were shut tightly as he kept the ice in place on his lower temple. Little whimpers escaped his throat and my heart broke and anger rose with hearing each of them.

"Iggy, what exactly happened?" I asked, in a low voice.

"Could you please stop yelling?" He groaned, turning on his side to face away from me and towards the wall. "It was so bright. It burnt so bad."

"What does that mean?" I begged. I tried to hide my annoyance, because he had been repeating the same basic thing for two hours already.

Behind me the door opened and shut. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Dylan rested his hand on my shoulder and I shook it off. Dylan followed me everywhere. He sighed and sat in Gazzy's bed which was parallel to Iggy's. Even in the dimness of the room, his turquoise eyes showed brightly. They were showing a gentle emotion right now, like border line pity.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Stop yelling." Iggy groaned again.

"I was coming to check on Iggy… and you." Dylan answered in an almost unhearable whisper.

I searched his face and responded with a nod, turning my attention back to my blind flock member.

"Iggy, Please tell me what happened." I pleaded again in a whisper.

With an over-dramatic sigh, Iggy turned over to face me. His eyes seemed to look directly into mine, which shocked me, but I put it off as a coincidence. Iggy sat up, resting himself on one elbow, still holding the ice pack to his head. The room was eerily silent as Dylan and I both watched Iggy. His eyes seemed to look around the room, which of course was impossible. I tapped my foot with inpatients and watched as Iggy wiped the condensation of the bag from his brow. With another sigh, Iggy spoke.

"I saw her, Max."

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(Dove's P.O.V)

My face was frozen from the dried tears. Rejection from my own kind was more painful than I originally thought it would be. Actually, it wasn't something I thought would happen at all. My hopes had been at an ultimate high that they would be accepting and we would go on being a marry family of mutants… But they had already made their jolly family and had no intent of inviting anyone else. They even had a mom!

I kicked a rock away from the park bench I sat on. The wind made it quite chilly, which surprised me, for apparently Arizona was not known for any sort of coldness. But the chill didn't faze me much; this type of weather would be an extremely nice day in Russia. The thought of Russia made me shiver. The people there were just as cold as the weather, maybe even worse.

"Not used to the heat?" A male voice asked.

I turned around, situating myself into a fight-ready position. The person that stood before me calmly was the same man who had asked about the flock outside of the restaurant. I eased a little, knowing he was in with the other bird children but tensed up again when remembering my encounter with them. His brown eyes seemed welcoming, but it didn't lessen my suspicion.

"May I sit?" He motioned to the other end of the bench. I nodded slowly and he sat. "I need to speak with you."

His ability to speak Russian caught me off guard. I nodded again, it seeming to be the only way to communicate my answers. His glasses made him look smart, but his eyes showed how wise he truly seemed to be, which frightened me.

"Your mind must be swarming with questions.." He smiled, crossing his legs and resting his arm on the back of the bench. "I must ask… how is it you learned English so quickly, Experiment 39?"

And with that, I lost my optimism on everything. Negative thoughts corrupted the good, sneaking in beneath them and blanking out any hope. This man knew who I was. I assumed the flock had ratted me out. They were working with the white coats! I knew from the chemical stench of the guy that he was a lab worker. The flying children were turning on their own fellow mutants! And for what?... probably mothers..

"Who are you?" I growled, backing away from him.

"Jeb Batchelder." He bowed his head. "Could I receive my answer now?"

"Monsters get nothing." I snapped, turning and running off.

(Max's P.O.V)

"I saw her, Max."

Iggy's words confused me as I sat starring into his foggy eyes. He saw her? What the hell did that mean? My brows furrowed as I went through each optional answer, but none really made any sense.

"You saw her? Saw who? How?" Dylan asked.

"Dove." Iggy said in a tone of an unsaid Duh.

"Iggy… What the hell does that even mean!" I growled in annoyance.

"Please stop yelling." Iggy sighed, laying down and turning his back to us once more. "It means I saw her. How do u simplify that?"

"You're blind…" Dylan said, looking over at me. His face showed as much confusion as my mind felt.

"You don't say?" Iggy's sarcasm was not missed. "Just get out and let me sleep!"

I sighed and both Dylan and I exited his room. As I closed the door, Dylan rested his hand on my shoulder. I shook it off as usual, but this time he placed it back on again.

"You want to go find her... Don't you?" He asked, as if reading my mind. I nodded. "Then let's go."

"Go where?" Fang's voice asked, coming from a little ways down the hall.

We both turned to look at the shadowed figure. It was hard to tell him from the walls until he moved closer. The light illuminated half his face, emotionless as always.

"We're going to go find the Russian." Dylan answered.

I noticed his hand still on my shoulder and shook it off again.

"Why?" Fang challenged.

"Max wants to."

"Because!" I started, elbowing Dylan in the chest. "Because I have to find out what she did to Iggy. He's talking crazy. Some stuff about how he could see her?"

"He could see her?" Fang's rare show of emotions came through. He was confused too. "I'll talk with him."

Fang pushed past us and opened the wooden door, revealing two empty beds. Iggy was gone.

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Moe: Yay or nay? :D Sry if its short :O

Angle: She did this in two days e.e

Moe: Yes sir, I surely did! Plz review!