The ending is among us, and only one week after the last capture. But now is not the time to talk about updates, considering this is the last one.

Feels weird ending a story, in all honesty. Something you've been working on for months on end suddenly requiring nothing else, now all you can do is look on at the final results... it's going to be weird, but I have plenty of other projects.

But, on the bright side, this has amassed just under one thousand hits with the last eight chapters, so this one will put it over. Yay! ^-^

Anyways, thanks for the review on the last chapter to: oOEPICMoOoSEOo

And enjoy! :D

"So it's finally over," Max says to the Flock as they stretch themselves out. She had already berated them for their partying the whole night instead of coming to get her, but their explanation of "It's just one of those things you need to do on your own," had sufficed to cool her off. Not that it got them out of trouble for the partying, but it helped calm the storm.

"Yeah," answers Iggy. "I'm kinda surprised as well. I mean, even though it's only been two weeks, it just kinda felt routine to see someone missing from the campsite. And heck, some of our adventures don't even last two weeks."

"But," Max replies. "Like all good things must come to an end, so must the bad."

Angel laughs, "I think I might miss the weird guy. I mean, he is completely insane, but he was determined to have a birdkid. You have to hand him the effort."

Fang shakes his head, "I'd give him an 'E' for effort, but that rounds down to an 'F'."

A couple of laughs emerge from the Flock, but it turns into a collective sigh. They can't seem to figure out why.

Iggy says, "I guess we all had a little bit of fun escaping the guy, didn't we?" A glare from Fang makes him continue, "Well, except for Fang. Sorry, bro."

"I swear, there is not enough therapy in the world that will let me be the same again. The fangirls…"

"I hope you never to an anime convention then."

Fang does not appreciate the remark.

Total barks, "Well I didn't have much fun, either. I swear, that kid doesn't know the fine art of cooking properly. Doesn't anyone in the civilized world know how to properly cook a filet mingnon?"

Nudge looks at the dog. "Total, we don't know how to properly cook a filet mingnon."

He huffs, "My point exactly!"

Max complains, "Come on, guys! We're supposed to be leaving right now!"

"But I haven't gotten a line ye-"

"Too bad, Gazzy. U & A everyone."

And so the Flock jumps in the air flying a little better than their last attempts. The wind blows by, tickling their feathers, giving them the feeling of flight that they have long been waiting for. The soft rising currents, the treetops far below them, the sun reflecting off of their wings, nothing feels better, especially after so long without the privilege. Yet they fly in silence.

Max sighs, "Okay, maybe I'll miss the guy, too."

The Flock looks at her, gawking looks on their faces.

"I mean, I miss how he always visited us… and how he kept capturing us somehow… and how he…" She cracks up. "I'm sorry, guys, I can't keep this up any longer. That guy is long gone! Let's go to Africa!"

Now everyone cheers, awkward feelings out of the air, and laughter in the air. Apparently the only awkward feeling in the area was the fact that there wasn't anything awkward for the Flock.

-And so the Flock permanently leaves. We'll miss them. We swear.-

It's been a long couple of weeks, but it's finally over, unfortunately. All of that hard work in for what, no Flockie kept and a ruined house to boot. Well, I at least learned how to bake cookies. Now I can add that to my repertoire of 1 thing I can cook.

But now what am I supposed to do? I have 4 days to clean up a house that has traps hidden throughout it, a couple shattered windows, a trashed basement, a lot of other household problems, not to mention replace a computer and a house-full of groceries.

I find this problem very easy to solve; ignore it until it goes away. So I decide to walk around and be retrospective about the experience, considering that the only other thing to do is clean up after the birdkids.

Was it worth it? Probably. I mean, I got to hang out with some of my favorite people to grace the Earth with their existence, but I also learned that the Flock are kinda mean to people. I mean, they just kept lashing out at me for no reason whatsoever. Well, Iggy was nice to me, at least, so why weren't the others?

Ah well, what's past is past, now what should I do now?

I think back and remember that I had once said that I could make a book of these. This makes even more sense now considering that I did that story with Max, so a full-fledged story can't be that much harder.

Well, that clears things up.

Immediately I turn on the laptop and start writing: Have you ever wanted your very own birdkid?...

Well, this will be fun.

As I continue to write this up, I feel like I missed a birdkid. Someone kinda important. But I shrug it off, there was only the seven members in the Flock, no one else.

But why do I still have that feeling…

-And so we leave the Kidnapper, forever. But then, who does that leave?-

"Hey, Dr. Hans," Dylan calls to his creator, Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen. "I feel like the Flock just left trouble."

The doctor looks up from his computer and replies, "That's good. It seems that your danger sensors are working at peak condition. Now try looking into the future. Where will the Flock be going."

Dylan closes his eyes and holds out his hand to the sky. "They're going to arrive in Africa; Chad to be exact. They seem to be irked about something, but are laughing at it as well."

Dr. Hans claps his hands. "Perfect! Just perfect! Your powers are working to a 't'. Soon you'll be the perfect match for Max!"

"I also sense the words, 'I Fail Even More At Flock Hunting'."

The doctor slaps him, saying, "No, that's wrong, Dylan. That is not in the future. Now come over here, we need to start working on your perfect pop star voice before the Flock arrives..."

-And so we leave… them. And that is all! Wait, I wasn't even supposed to be in this chapter, so why am I doing this. You lied to me!-

And once and for all, everything is over. No sequels, no bonus chapters, no nothin'...

...Except for BONUS CONTENT (contradictions for the win) on DeviantART. Since this was the last chapter I have the cover (in a larger size than here, of course) and all of the OC Profiles, which in this case is the Kidnapper, Line and Natalie the Fang-irl. And also all of the other things I have pointed out in previous chapters. Just go to cjpolodo on DeviantART.

Anyways, my oldest still-living story has finally passed on into the finished section. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it, and enjoy your day. If you want, you can tell me how you liked the series, the chapter, the characters, anything about this story in a review by pressing the button below.

Have a nice day! ^-^