AN: Well here I am again, bored out of my mind because I can't go outside. Honestly I don't really care how cold it is, or that I may have a slim chance of getting sick in this so called '20 degree weather'. Its sunny and I like the way that it can be sunny and icy outside at the same time. I had an idea yesterday that I should make this story, and so here I am. Right now it feels like a waste of time. I have to do some things that are much more important, but someone won't let me go outside.

On with the story.

Max's POV

We were on the run. Again. Me, my brother-like best friend Iggy, my sister/daughter-likebest friend Angel, and my other brother-like best friend Chase. Iggy had messy, strawberry-blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and blinded, pale blue eyes. He was 13, almost 14 like me.

Angel had long, golden curls, ocean-blue eyes and lightly tanned skin, like Iggy. But they weren't related. Angel was 6.

Chase has chestnut, ear length, wavy hair, sea green eyes with a silver outline and semi-pale skin. He was 12, almost 13.

Back to running. We were in a mall in Lanai, Hawaii. Just walking trying to act like normal humans. Only, as insane as it seems, we will never be normal humans. And it's all because of three things.

One; and evil place we call the School. Yeah, yeah I know, schools aren't that bad. I only wish I was talking about the kind of normal school, were all you had to worry about was homework, grades and not being beaten up. But this isn't a normal school. It's an evil place where these spawns-of-Satan scientists did awful, inhumane, ghastly, rotten, despicable, gruesome things to us.

Two our wings. We are 2% avian 'er bird. And that 2% equals the wings. We can fly, our bones have holes in them, we have air sacks and also our appetite's are like a giants. And yet, we're still sticks.

And three; I have to save the world. Yep. It's my destiny, the reason I was created, yada yada yada. And my friends are with me all of the way.

Well, while in the mall, Angel and Chase were in Candyopolis, sneaking candy into their thieving little pockets. Ha, I guess I didn't raise them as good as I thought. As long as they get something for Iggy and me...

Iggy was in a music store across the way. Listening to the sounds of the music and the mall. He could easily hear the entire top floor. I was in the aisle in between the two stores, making sure they were all safe.

I turned to see that Iggy was hastily heading towards me. He tapped my hand twice and nodded his head to the left. I looked right. There were three people that really caught my eye. A woman in a white lab coat. Whitecoat obviously. A tall, masculine, dark man in an official looking black suit. Another person I don't want to have to deal with, most likely an Eraser. And another guy, he was dressed in regular clothes; green T-shirt, dark blue jeans and sneakers. He was scanning the area.

Iggy and I walked towards Angel and Chase. I tapped them both on the hand and we headed to the escalator. They were on our trail.

"C'mon guys we have to speed it up. We've been spotted." Why did the last part sound like such a cliché? Man how cliche's bother me so.

We started to go faster. But one thing lead to another, that thing being Angel tripping and Chase helping her up.

The guy in regular clothes grabbed for Angel's leg.

"Help us, please, my abusive father is trying to hurt us again. Save us please!" I screamed. Instantly there was a crowd, and eight men, and ten women, were ganging up on the three that were chasing us.

I thank the Lord that there are laws against child abuse. Only this wasn't child abuse. I was worse. And I wouldn't let my family go back to that. Not ever, even if it means death.

We ran out of there as if the place was on fire. Er I guess if it was on fire we would have flown out of the place.

We were barley a mile away when Iggy heard a van driving in the direction that we were flying in. this means trouble.

"Down below there's trouble. Stay high." I commanded. They nodded.

That's when the trouble started.

"Guns." Iggy said plainly. "They have guns. Cocked, loaded and ready to shoot."

I looked at everyone. "To the clouds." It was late in the afternoon, and there was still clouds in the air, mixed in with smog and other toxins. Oh my, what has the world come to. I thought to my self.

Total destruction, Maximum. That's why your here.

Yes, of course, Voice. What ever you say. I thought to my Voice, sarcastically.

I know what I'm supposed to do. I just don't know how everything will turn out.

"Max watch out!" Angel pushed my out of the way of a speeding bullet. Even though it wouldn't have hit me, it was still sweet of her. I smiled at Angel.

"Thanks, Ange, but theses guys have bad aim, so I'd have been fine anyways." She grinned sheepishly.

They kept shooting, but, for one we were in the clouds. It's really hard to see a person in the clouds. And for two, their aim, it's not that good. Shooting blind and with a bad aim is very dangerous. For the people your shooting at. They could accidentally on purpose hit you.

Max, Chase. He's hurt. My Voice said.

My head whipped around to see Chase. He wasn't flying too well anymore. He was slowly falling and barley flapping.

"Chase!" I cried out. He was 30 feet lower than he had been before he started to fall faster. I dived for him catching him before he could be shot again. I carried him for a while. His eyes were closed.

"What happened?" Iggy asked.

"It's okay, Max. Maybe he's just a little tiered and shocked from the shot." Angel said reassuringly.

"What happened?" Iggy asked again impatiently.

"We have to land somewhere so I can inspect this." I stated.

"What the frick happened?" Iggy shouted, annoyed that no one answered him question the first time.

I sighed. "Chase got hit, and he didn't tell anyone. No he's unconscious."

"Oh," He was quiet for a moment.

"Angel, Iggy, stick your head out of the clouds and tell me what you see." I asked, dodging a nearby bullet.

They simply nodded.

I looked at Chase. He always looked peaceful in his sleep. But he's unconscious right now. And it's most likely from blood loss. Sleeping and dying are often confused and put together, or mixed up as one another.

They both are peaceful. They both usually take you to spectacular places. You get told to 'rest peacefully' or 'rest in peace' on both of them. You never know where your going until you get there in both of them.

But here's the thing. When you sleep, you know your gonna wake up again. Unless God wants to bring you home, wait, then it's dying from the Earth. But when you die, you don't wake up. At least not to Earth. To, where ever God wants you to go. None of us has gotten saved yet. We've all thought about, with all of out near death experiences you'd want to know where your going and that it's a nice place. But, we have no time, nor any idea how. I just wish for the best to Chase.

Angel and Iggy returned after three minutes.

"There's a small island about a mile in this direction." Iggy reported.

We headed out for about ten minutes. The shooting stopped. But I knew it would only be for a small amount of time. We landed on the other side of the island. That way if they were watching the sky we wouldn't be seen.

As we landed I laid Chase out on the sand. I examined his wings. The left one was okay. But the right had a bullet hole.

"Iggy can you..." I didn't even have to finish the sentence, he was already examining the wound with his nimble, delicate hands.

He slowly pulled out a small bullet. No bigger than a bee. But a bullet, or anything hitting our wings at a certain speed can be dangerous and fatal in a way.

I pulled out the first aid kit. Cleaning and bandaging the hole. It bled really bad. But we had it under control.

Angel wet a rag and started wiping Chase's face with it. At the moment he couldn't fly. When you fly, your blood pumps. Well it pumps regardless. But the blood pumps through your body faster, just like any sport or something would. But with an opened wound, even though bandaged up, he would lose blood. And losing blood isn't a good thing.

"We'll have to stay here until morning, 'kay." I said to them.

After about an hour we had a were roasting hotdogs. Chase was still sleeping. We could only pray that he'd be alright.

I took first watch. Everyone was asleep, and nothing seemed to be out of place to far.

Max, soon, you'll meet him. There is no need to worry at this moment. Chase will be fine. And soon you'll meet him. Oh wonderful, my Voice.

Who is he? I asked my Voice.

You'll find out soon enough, Maximum. And with that the Voice left me. For now.

"Max, you can sleep now, it's my turn." Iggy said.

Not even realizing how much time had gone by, Iggy came over to do his watch. I looked up at him, wait, Iggy's voice is deeper, and his eye's are pale blue. My face lit up as I recognized Chase's chestnut hair and sea green eyes. I rapped my arms around him.

"Your alright?" I asked, although it sounded more like a statement.

"Yeah, Max, I'm fine." he grinned. He has a huge grin that could make anyone join in and smile with him. "I'll takeover here now."

I looked at him. He was fine, we've been shot at before. He was a big boy. And he would be fine if he said he was fine. Same with all of us. Though sometimes we hide it. And if bad turns to worse we tell about it. Most of the time.

I looked back at Chase. He was staring at the sky. He loves looking at the stars.

As I fell asleep, I dreamed of a dark boy. Olive skin tone, darker that midnight hair and deep green eyes. He was dressed in dark clothes. And he said my name. "Max," I liked the way he said it. The way it rolled out of his mouth so smoothly. It was nice.

There were others too. A dark skinned girl, with ultra curly, brown hair and a killer joyful smile. A boy, he looked just like Angel. Same blonde hair, only spiked, same ocean blue eye's, and same skin. He had this wonderful, mischievous grin, that said 'I did nothing...yet, but that's why you love me!'. They all seemed apart of me in someway. Except the last girl. She looked almost like Chase. Same chestnut hair, only hers was longer and had some streaks of blonde in it. Her eyes were green, but not sea green, light green, with a silver-ish outline, just like Chase's.

The thing that got me was this. They all had wings. Just like us.

Fang's POV around the same time Max was at the mall.

"Hey, Fang, while were in Hawaii, we should go sight seeing. You know, since we don't when we're leaving, or how long we're staying. It just seems like a good thing to do. Oh, and did you know that Lanai was where Bill Gates had his wedding. Oh I bet it was wonderful. With the bright sun, and the beautiful flowers and the sea air and mystical view. I bet it was magical. I want to have my wedding here. Oh Fang can we come back here for my wedding? I want to have it here. I can't wait to come back here. This place is just so beautiful..." I blocked her out. I love her like a sister but she has a mouth that could hurt even a deaf persons ears.

"Hey, Fang, what's going on over there?" Gazzy asked, pointing to the crowd on the escalator. We were in a mall in Lanai, Hawaii.

" Help us, please, my abusive father is trying to hurt us again. Save us please!" It was a girls voice. I've only heard it in a dream before. It was beautiful. The most wonderful voice I have ever heard.

We didn't see who was the cause of the commotion. But instead, a Whitecoat, Eraser and some regular looking guy.

"Time to run." I said. We dashed out of there and flew away. They were on us, and fast. Shooting at us. We dodged and dived and dipped. One of them almost got Nudge. They had good aim. No doubt about it. But it wasn't that good. I looked up. And, I saw two kids. A little girl, and an older boy about my age. They seemed so familiar. Wait, no. there is no way I could have saw anyone. Because that would mean they could fly. And kids don't have wings. Besides us. It was a mind trick. Obviously a mind trick. Though, they seemed like I've seen them from a dream.

They were still shooting at us, but after we were a mile from the coast they gave up. There was an island about a mile away. We'd set camp there.

"We're heading for the island ahead, Kahoolawe. It's uninhabited." I said calmly.

They nodded. Within ten minutes we were there and had a fire going and we were roasting hotdogs.

I took first watch once everyone was asleep. Only, Tara wasn't sleeping, but instead, staring at the sky. She did that a lot. She was 9. She had long, wavy, chestnut hair with streaks of blonde. Her eye's were a light green with a silver outline. She was semi-pale. She was the second youngest in the Flock.

Gazzy was the youngest, at 8 years old. He has blonde, spiked hair and lightly tanned skin. He's a devious little boy. And loves making bombs.

Nudge was 11. She had dark brown, curly hair. Brown eye's, and dark skin. She was the second oldest.

Then there was me. Turned 14 two months ago.

I walked over to Tara and put my arm around her. She looked at me, then back at the sky. We sat in silence for a while. Then I realized that I had to say something, because she had a pained look on her face.

"T, you alright?" I asked her.

She looked away. "Just thinking." she looked like she wanted to say more, but thought better of it and kept her eyes on the sky. It was him. She was thinking about him again."You know we all share the same sky. And if your looking at it from one place in the world, and someone else is looking at it too, then your both seeing the exact same thing."

"That's right." I said to her. We both knew what she was talking about. It was our secret. No one else in the Flock knew about. "You should go to sleep now, it's late."

"G'night, Fang." She hugged me, then ran back to the others to sleep.

"Yeah, goodnight, T."

Time went by fast, and soon, Nudge came over and took over for her watch. As soon as I closed my eyes I had the dream of them again. One, had messy, strawberry-blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and blinded, pale blue eyes. He was 13, almost 14 like me.

The youngest one had long, golden curls, ocean-blue eyes and lightly tanned skin, like the first. But they didn't seem to be related, she looked a lot like Gazzy, and seemed to be 6 years old.

The last was him, has chestnut, ear length, wavy hair, sea green eyes with a silver outline and semi-pale skin. He was 12, almost 13. he was Tara's brother.

And then there was the last one. She was beautiful. Dirty blonde, wavy hair flowing down her shoulders. Lightly tanned skin, and lagoon green eyes. I heard her voice in my head. "Fang," the way she said my name was out of this world. Her voice was like bells.

AN: Well, I liked it so I guess it wasn't a total waste. Hope you liked it too. God bless. And review please. Thanxes. Aw man, I was hoping that I could make it to 3000 words, but I guess 2883 is okay. I;m going for the gold in the next chapter. Haha.