Disclaimer: If owned Maximum Ride or Twilight I wouldn't be writing here on this website. This story takes place after STWAOES.

Full Summary: After a fight with Omega leaves most of the Flock dead and the living members separated in the Washington forests, there seems to be no hope. But when the Cullens find one dark-haired bird kid in their house, can they help him find the other lost experiment and his last connection to the life he once had? Or have the wolves already found her?

FPOV: (A/N- I just love writing from his point of view; I do his point of view a lot easier than Max's)

We were in Washington.

I truly had no clue why we were though. We knew who Max's mom was now. So why didn't we go visit her? All of us; even me, I'll admit; have spent countless days dreaming of meeting our real parents and having them be wonderful people who love us even though we had two big bird's wings glued to our backs. And now Max has just that; a mom and half-sister who loved her with the wings, and even before they knew she was related to them! If I was her I would have ran, or in our case flew, straight to her in a heartbeat. Any of us would, even me, the emotionless brick wall.

But not Max.

All of us were shocked when Max decided to wait and tour the rest of the known continental United States before going to the little town in the middle of Arizona that her only living relatives-besides Jeb, who we see way much more than we are comfortable with, especially 'cause me and Max both still hate him and will never trust him again-that we knew of and that weren't dead, lived.

I will always regret that the last moments of Ari's life were spent with him protecting the girl who will always be my life and with me hating his winged-Eraserfied-frankensteiny guts. In the end, through all the jealousy and hate and to-the-death fights, Ari was just a misunderstood seven-year-old boy who got all mixed up in something that was too huge for him and in the end, destroyed him. But then again, this life destroys us all in some way or another.

A perfect example would be Max and her crazy ideas. I mean, what was the point of this? We were in the middle-of-freaking-nowhere, and I know the middle-of-nowhere when I'm in it because I've been in the middle-of-nowhere many times before my friend, and let me tell you, it is a very boring place to be. Right now, we were in the slap dab middle of one of the thickest and wettest forests I've ever been in the honor of camping in in my fourteen short years of life. I mean, right now we could be sipping on juice and eating chocolate chip cookies til the world ends. But instead we're all sitting on our soaked-through windbreakers surrounded by creepy trees that are covered in so much moss and other icky green mush that I can't tell what type of trees they are, munching on half-frozen Poptarts and Twinkies that we stole from some random camper's cooler ten miles back before he returned and tried to shoot us yelling, "You dam-sagget rascal children stealen' what's rightfully mine; how 'bout I shoot a few holes in yah? What do you think 'bout that?" We all collapsed in uncontrollable laughter after we escaped the crazed southern camper, and didn't stop for a good few minutes. Then Gazzy, the little creep, started mimicking his thickly-southern accented voice and yelling random insults about those 'dam-sagget rascal children' and we all started to die of laughter all over again. Though it was cut off prematurely when we heard the sound of a shotgun going off not twenty feet away from where we had collapsed. That was when we started running.

And now we have gone back full circle to our current situation. Angel and Nudge gossiping in one corner about some Beaver guy or something; I've heard him sing before, and let me tell you, I use to sing like him too, but then I turned three years old. Hope he hits puberty soon.

Gazzy and Iggy are in front of the burnt-out fire working on their latest bomb; it is suppose to be their largest and most destructive hand-held bomb they've ever made. I really don't understand their obsession with explosives, but then again nobody else does; the destruction in very useful when we're in a tight squeeze, but other than that explosives are unnecessary weapons that cause nothing but trouble.

Max was-well she was being Max. Beautiful, elegant, mesmerizing, unattainable… You get the point. I was absolutely, incomparably in love with her. I stared at her while she sat across from me.

Angel turned to look at me and grinned, before turning to Nudge and whispering something to her. Nudge whispered back, peeking at me momentarily. The two girls looked at me with goofy smiles on their faces and giggled. I glared back.

Angel, don't read my mind, I mentally screamed.

Sorry Fang, but it's just so sweet how you think about Max. You care about her so much and you two make such perfect soul mates. Nudge agrees with me and calls you two "lovebirds" or Fax. Isn't that cool, you two already have a pet name! Angel's thoughts entered my mind with the same clarity that her normal speaking voice would have pierced my ears. Ugh, annoying little winged mind-reading pest. She is the opposite of an angel; she's a demon of the evilest and cutest kind. Nudge too.

Angel, I didn't want a pet name for me and Max. Max doesn't love me like that-she loves me like a best friend or a brother; nothing else. So stop pestering me and stay out of my head!

Yes she does-I've seen her thoughts, and I know for a fact that she loves you too. God, neither of you believes me when I tell you that the other loves you back; you're both in denial for some odd reason that I haven't found out yet. If it is embarrassment then don't worry everybody in the Flock; as in me, Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy, and Total; know that you two are crazy about each other. It's very obvious you know. Angel's useless and silly words, or I guess thoughts, were starting to really annoy me; there was no way in the world that Max was in love with me like I was in love with her, it just wasn't possible. I sighed.

Angel, just stop, you're starting to get on my nerves really fast. Me and Max's relationship is just complicated, OK? And it has to be that way; there is no other option. Me and Max dating -not that this will happen, this is a hypothetical case Angel- is an impossibility with her job as the Flock leader and having o save the world and all that crap. So please, just stay out of my thoughts Angel, please? Maybe thinking kinder but still firm thoughts will get her out of my head for a while.

It worked.

Fine Fang, since you said the magic word; and not pickles, the other magic word; I'll stop reading your thought FOR NOW. And I think that you guys dating wouldn't ruin anything in Flock; unless Iggy making sex jokes about you and Max is really that awful. You have to admit, the things he thinks of are gross but funny. If anything though, you guys getting together would help the Flock; but hey, whatever your guys want. It's your lives. Waste valuable time, see if I care. Even though I actually will. I really want you guys to happen. But please, ignore the telepath all you want, she isn't reliable or right in any way whatsoever.

By the end Angel sounded very much ticked, and I saw the scowl on her face and gave a tiny smirk. Man, she was sounding more like Max with her sarcasm every day. The time apart from the girls- and more importantly Max- was the most dreadful, stressful, horrible time of my life. I could barely sleep without hearing Max's soothing breathing right beside me. It did horrors to my sleeping routine. And my peace of mind. Not knowing where she was, what she was doing, or if she was all right plagued my fears every minute she was gone. I told her this the night after we reunited and she told me the same thing about her time away from me- that she was constantly worried, that it made her feel half empty, that she couldn't sleep. That warmed my heart a little bit and gave me a tiny sliver of hope that she cared for me too. At least a little bit. But hey, that was better than nothing. Plus the whole Valium scene was always running through my mind, fueling my hope. Stupid hope, it always killed me in the end.

Like now for example. While all I was doing was looking at her, Max wasn't even paying attention to me. She was staring out into the endless green woods that made a cage around the little clearing that we called our campsite. Sigh.

Max cocked her head, listening. I instantly started to listen too, wondering what it was she heard. As I focused my raptor hearing I could make out the sound of light footsteps landing on an earthy ground.

Trouble. Max immediately shushed the girls' talking and the guys' muttering. Everybody fell into a red alert as the footsteps got closer. Total, waking up from his nap in a patch of flowers, perked up and stood protectively in front of Angel, growling softly. He just loved her. Seconds later a teenage boy busted through the trees and underbrush.

Omega.

I recognized him from what Max, Nudge, Angel, and Total had described him to be. Yep, this guy was definitely a super boy. Ugh, this creep was going to get it, he was probably sent to terminate Max.

Only, I realized with a gasp from Max, he looked a bit different from the stories. He looked stronger and sleeker, his skin a shiny pale white color that twinkled in the sunlight like a disco ball. Creepy, and not natural either. His eyes were a startling rose red color that rocked me to my core.

He looked at me with those piercing eyes, and I had to restrain myself to keep from flinching under his gaze. I couldn't let him know he intimidated me, that would be a horrible mistake if we wanted to kill this guy. Yes, I meant kill, this guy had tried to hurt my beloved Max, so he must die.

Omega's eyes shifted away from me and to Max and saw her flinch under the frightening gaze. Omega smirked.

Wait a second, smirked!

Omega didn't have emotions, didn't have a soul. That I gathered from the stories of the encounter in Germany. This experiment didn't smile, frown, cry, laugh, growl, smirk, anything. So how was he displaying emotions?

"Well, hello Max, hello Flock. I'm glad I finally sniffed you filthy birds out. Took long enough. You guys have been a hand full for me, did you know that? Flying all over the country like you had no care in the world. Pathetic. Now, be good little birdies and stand still while I exterminate all of you in the name of the fallen Director of Itex!" Omega finished his little speech with a horrible laugh that hurt my ears.

What was with him, he wasn't supposed to be like this! But some instinct told me he was a lot different from the Omega Max solely fought and defeated in Europe.

Max growled at Omega regaining her confidence, and mine too. "Well, looks like some little boy got some improvements. Not that I call skin that looks like some kindergartner through glitter all over an improvement," Max said with the smirk I loved; she was so bad ass when she was like this. I loved it. "But hey, we all have different opinions." Max shrugged. "Then again, I think everybody would agree with me when I say you look like some sidewalk freak show. You could go join Ripley's Believe It or Not? as the GlitterMan. Wouldn't that be cool?" Max smiled with a mocking smile that spewed fake excitement all over. I smirked my signature smirk that I know Max loves.

"You act like a fool now, but when you see me tear out the hearts of your friends and drink their blood dry from their bodies then you will rethink your attitude." Omega countered.

"That wasn't a very good comeback," Nudge scolded, joking. "Did you miss Witty Comeback Day at evil experiment camp? Plus, the blood thing was a tinie bit gross. Poor Angel will never be able to unhear that you know; you scared the poor child for life." Nudge tisked Omega while we all snickered. Ah, comedy before a huge battle is great preparation, you should try it sometime.

"You leave me no choice; not that you ever had one. Your jokes don't amuse me in any way whatsoever-" "darn it," Iggy muttered. "-and now we will be done with this. Goodbye Flock, your end begins now."

If only I knew at that moment how right he was.

Omega rushed at Max so fast that I almost didn't catch it; he seemed to almost blur with speed. Max had fast reflexes though, and leaped out of the way without a scratch before striking back with her fists.

"Go hide in the bushes, I'm going to help Max," I commanded, getting into battle mode instantly. "Go!"

Iggy lead the others obediently into the bushes so they wouldn't be in the way. Now it was just me and Max against Glitter Boy. Easy right?

Well, not exactly. Me and Max fighting together are like a well oiled machine, knowing each other's techniques and moves beforehand. It was great when we were fighting together because we wouldn't accidently hurt one another but, opposite of that, we would flow together, my moves coming in a perfect synchronization with Max's, making the most painful effect possible for our opponent. Our attacks came one after another, fitting into the openings that the move before created like a perfect disaster, a storm of unstoppable forces. Like I said before, a well oiled machine.

But even our combined power and fighting styles didn't seem to affect this guy very much. He wasn't bleeding at all, unlike Max who had a bloody nose thanks to a lucky punch from Omega and my split lip (same thing) and knuckles that were bruised and bloody from punching so much and with so much force; this guy was hard to injure with a solid six-pack and it hurt to punch him too hard.

Omega was good at punching too. Fighting in general, he was pretty skilled. I should have expected this since he nearly killed Max the first time, but then again, there shouldn't have been a second time in the first place. He was supposed to be dead!

Omega threw in another lucky shot, getting me in the chest and I felt a rib or two crack. That's the third time! I came back with a vengeance as I kicked him between the legs (yes, guys do that to each other in desperate situations and I am desperate at the moment) which caused his knees to buckle and Max to get a solid karate kick into the side of his head. Omega's head whipped to the left so far I swear it should have snapped his neck like a toothpick. He stayed like that for a minute, not breathing while Max and I fixed our postures and gasped lung fulls of air; I was exhausted. Then, with a slow cracking sound like a bone popping back into place, Omega turned his face back to face us.

Suddenly, he grabbed his head in his hands and lurched it to the right, popping his neck. People who can do that always freaked me out; I avoid Iggy after he does it.

I heard a horrified gasp behind me but didn't care enough to turn and see who it was. Omega returned to his feet and laughed cruelly.

"You think you can kill me so easily? I am much tougher and stronger than our last battle; and I will not lose." And the fighting began again.

Now we were really losing badly. Exhaustion was getting to both of us- Max a little more than me- making our moves slower and sloppier than before, giving more room for return strikes from our opponent, and more room for misses. Omega didn't seem to tire at all, but stayed at a seemingly constant level of power; if anything, he got more pumped and in turn, more powerful. We were doing pretty bad, falling to the ground sometimes, breaking a few bones; ribs for sure, my knuckles definitely, and Max's arm seemed to just dangle there; but the point is, we were going to lose this fight.

But I couldn't let that happen. If Max died, all purpose in my life would abandon me, my best friend and love of my life would be lost. And I refuse to let that happen; it will be over my dead body. And the Flock! We still had three kids, a blind boy, and a dog hiding back there. If we lost, they would be doomed. And they hadn't flown away; we all swore we would never leave each other's sides again in New York.

Darn-it, we were all going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. This knowledge made me fight harder than ever, and more desperately; Max too.

That was when I heard Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel's voices yell out at the top of their lungs.

"Run! Jump into the air and fly as high as you can! Run away!" Nudge.

"Hurry; save yourselves! Fly up quickly! You have to hurry!" Angel.

"You're going to need to fly about two hundred feet into the air. So fly now; forget Omega! Just Fly!" Iggy.

"Please just do it! We need you guys to jump up right now; your lives depend on it! Fly away as fast as you can!" Gazzy.

"Do what they say! Fly you crazy birdkids, FLY!" Total.

Obeying their words without a second thought, I jumped up into the air from a complete standstill. I saw Max Jump up beside me and then shoot up past me; she was the faster of us two, and more use to standstill takeoffs. A second later I was about a hundred or so feet into the air, with Max a little above me.

Down below us, Omega was glaring at us with those red eyes. His gaze turned to the bushes as a rustling sound came from them.

"BOMBS AWAY!" I heard Gazzy and Iggy yell simultaneously.

A small metal gadget flew from the underbrush. Some instinct told me to turn tail and run, and that's exactly what I did.

"Max, run!" I screamed. I stared at her as we tried to get away from the explosive device that I saw Iggy and Gazzy working on earlier. But we just weren't fast enough.

The explosion was tremendous. It seemed to shake the air as it blew, right on Omega. The guy was definitely dead now, chunks of his flesh separated and burning or already incinerated. He would be reduced to ashes very soon.

I felt the pressure and heat attack my wings, arms, and back as I turned to meet and protect Max. Sadly and to my intense disappointment, I couldn't reach her in time. The fire and pure power hit my hard and sent me flying like a rocket. I faintly saw Max in the same situation as me, only going in the opposite direction.

Max…

So what did you think? Don't worry, I will do both Fang and Max's POVs in the next chapter. I will tell you that I like Fang's better than Max's, so I won't be doing her as much as Fang's and it might not be as good as Fang's but still be good. At least I hope. Read and Review Please!

~Sweevil Out!