I finally decided to make a sequel to my other fanfic 'Kids Of The Future'. Quite a few people seemed to like it and I finally had a good idea for a sequel so here you go! Review with any comments :)

JP owns the original flock, just so you know!

Max POV

"Give it back GAZZY!" Nudge screamed from the stairwell. My eyes rolled and I put my fingers to my temples. They'd been yelling back and forth for the past 10 minutes, making trying to relax pretty much impossible.

"It wasn't your's to start with!" Gazzy agrued back. A thundering of footsteps sounded and I twisted at the waist so I was facing the stairs.

"Give a rest you two!" I yelled over the noise, glaring at the birdkids on the steps. Nudge looked at me with upset eyes.

"He took my ipod! And now he won't give it back!" Gazzy swiveled to look at me.

"Nu-Uh! Dr. Martinez got it for you and me to share!" He countered. My head throbbed for some unexplained reason.

"You'll just tear it up for bomb parts!" Nudge cried, going down a step. The Gasman backed up one as well.

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will!"

"Enough!" I finally cracked, standing up. Both Nudge and Gazzy looked stricken. I set my hands on my waist and set a famous glare on them. "If you can't share then go find something else to do." I pointed out.

With sharp nods they clomped back up the stairs, mumbling something under their breath. I exhaled, closed my eyes and dropped back down onto my mom's plush sofa. The flock and I had been staying with my mom and my half sister Ella for the past 3 weeks and it had been pretty awesome. We did have a small M-Geek problem when we went to the fair last week but we managed to squash them all with only minor cuts and bruises.

But for the past few nights, I've had odd dreams when I go to sleep. Flashes of faces and places I've never seen or been to before. Now all day today I've had a splitting headache. It wasn't like my old brain attacks, just a constant throbbing all over my skull. And nothing I did seemed to cure it.

My back slumped into the cushions and I suddenly became aware of someone standing in front of me. I peeled one eye open and saw my boyfriend's face just inches from mine.

Fang smirked at me and then sat down beside me. He reached over and cupped my chin before planting a kiss on my mouth. Normally, Fang's kisses can make me feel instantly better, but not today. My head was still aching.

I pulled away from him and groaned, placing my hand to the side of my head, attempting to push my brains out as some form of comfort.

Fang gave me a look of slight concern. "Head still hurting?" He said. I nodded.

"How's the research going?" I asked, sitting up so I was directly facing Fang.

He shrugged. "Not much better. All I can find is the same vague stuff, nothing really helpful." He said. If you haven't noticed, Fang is a little more talkitive than he used to be.

I sighed. "Has Nudge tried yet? She's always been good with hacking Itex info."

Last week, when we fought the M-Geeks, one of them had been carrying a large manilla envelope with a stack of nonsense words typed on them. We've all taken turns trying to understand what the heck they could mean. All we've been able to figure out is our names, something about the future, kidnappings, and half a dozen names of people I don't know. It's really aggravating.

Fang shrugged and scooted closer to me. "You know, stress could be why your head is hurting Max." He whispered. I gulped, but gave a small smirk.

"You think so? Well, what should I do to fix that then?" I teased.

Fang ignored me and pushed me back lightly, crawling overtop of my body. He held his weight on forearms, which created a barrier around my head. He smiled crookedly and leaned down so our noses brushed.

"Relax." He breathed, closing the distance between us and capturing my lips. My eyes slipped closed and I tried to forget about the stabbing pain in my head and focus on nothing but the dark haired bird boy hovering over me. My hands ran through his hair, before slipping down and grazing his shoulders and the silky feathers of his untucked wings. Fang smiled against my mouth and kissed me a little deeper with his fingers burrowed in my hair, massaging my scalp. I moaned quietly and let my hands go under his gray t-shirt, fingers barely touching the tight muscles of his abdomen.

A loud knock on the door made Fang and I pull apart, gasping for breath. Fang climbed off me and I sat up, running a hand through my hair so it wouldn't look so...yeah.

Ella was away at summer camp for another week and Mom was still at work so I had no idea who it could be. Fang and I looked at each other momentarily when I heard someone coming down the stairs. Iggy came into view, looking frustrated.

"Does no one around here know how to answer the door?" He complained, stalking past us.

"They've only knocked once Iggy." I huffed, folding my arms over my chest. Iggy stopped and turned his blind gaze in my general direction.

"Someone's been knocking for like 5 minutes Max! Or were you and Fang too far gone to notice?" My face flushed. Really? Had Fang and I been making out that long?

Iggy shook his head and went toward the door. I stood and a sharp pain resounded through my head and down my spine, making my whole body tingle. I yelped and dropped to my knees, holding my head with one hand. Fang dropped down next to me and I heard the door open.

The pain disappeared as soon as it came and Fang pulled me to my feet. "What happened Max?" Fang asked, clasping my shoulder. I shook my head and shrugged him off. What was that?

"Max." I heard Nudge say, coming down the stairs, Gazzy and Angel behind her. "Who was at the.." She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the entryway.

I glanced at Fang and took a deep breath. Suddenly, Nudge hit the floor, out cold. I rushed over toward her just in time to see Gazzy and Angel do the same thing. I whirled toward the entryway and saw 4 people crowded there. Two boys and two girls. Iggy was lying on the wood floor at the dark haired girl's feet, knocked out. The other girl, a strawberry blonde, was holding what looked like a gun with a barrel the size of a 5 gallon pickle jar.

I clamped my teeth together and knelt to feel Nudge's pulse. She was still alive just...sleeping. I was about to stand when Fang fell ontop of me, knocking the wind out of me. I struggled to push him off as the people gathered closer. My adrenaline was pushing my hearbeat a hundred miles an hour. If I could get Fang off, I bet I could have taken at least the girl with the gun out no problem.

But I never got the chance, because the girl stood over me, pointed the barrel directly at my outraged face and pulled the trigger.

I felt an odd blast of air and the last thing I remember before blacking out was a somewhat familiar voice saying 'Remember Max.'

So? What do you think? I know, it's cliffy, but it wouldn't be me without a good cliffhanger people.

~Elizem18