And the ginger ninja beavers. Can't forget about them.

Well, I'm going to try to not get all teary-eyed here. It's the last chapter, guys. Thanks for sticking around for so long. You have no idea what I went through to get this chapter here. I mean, who gets writer's block on the LAST chapter, seriously? And then the power outage. And then FanFiction acting weird. Ugh. Well, I do hope you guys enjoyed the Ride (haha, I made a pun). Don't forget to review one last time :)

The sequel, Taken Again, will probably be out in a few weeks. If you want to know when it's out, the best hope you have is to Author Alert me (it would be delightfully stalkerish) or you can just stay on the alert by yourself. Gosh, I can see the angry mob forming already. What? Who said that? :P

Now, I present to you people who read my writing: The last chapter of Made Again.

MAX

Fang looked like shit. Correction. He looked like shit covered in shit that took a bath in shit and then got pummeled by pain.

But, you know, not quite as disgusting.

He had a cut slashed across his cheek and his jaw was bruised, his nose crooked and bloody. And that was just his face. Light purple marks were wrapped around his neck. Gauze wrapped around his left bicep under his shirt. His hair was messed up and coated with blood. He was a complete mess, and most of his injuries couldn't even be seen. Nudge and Gasman had some bruises, that son of a gun that called himself our brother had nicked Angel with his knife, and I was dead tired. Now we had to fly across freaking Nebraska and Minnesota and Wisconsin and crap to find our real brother before some evil douches killed him.

...We were royally screwed.

Okay, I'll say it one last time, for kicks. What. The. Crap. Can I kick you now?

"How long, Angel?" I asked stiffly. After flying top speed for an hour and a half with an injured boy and three little kids (Yeah yeah, so Nudge's not a kid anymore, go ahead and whine about it) after fighting an evil clone of your brother at four in he morning, I was tired, pissed, and determined as hell. Really, by this time there was no difference between them. I just wanted to crawl in a hole with some cookies and die. Too bad people kept poking me, telling me I had to save the world and stuff.

Looking at you, Jeb.

"I can't sense anything yet." She said sadly. "We're in Wisconsin now, so they must be close. Wha-wait, there! I think I can sense him!"

'Where?" Gazzy cried.

"Down in the trees, they're driving. Fast. Branches everywhere. About two miles ahead."

"How many?" Nudge asked.

"I don't know. I can only sense Iggy, because I know him, and his mind's familiar to me. I can't make out his thoughts, but I can tell he's there." She giggled. "He's there!"

"Okay gang." I cracked my knuckles. "Let's get our ginger back."

"Wait." Fang coughed, clutching his chest as he flapped his wings weakly. My heart heaved when I looked at him. "How do we...do we know that it's the real Iggy down there?" He erupted into a coughing bit, trying to nonchalantly wipe the blood on his hand onto his pants. I scowled.

"Well," I paused, biting the inside of my cheek. I poured on some more speed, flapping my wings and motioning for everyone else to follow me. The trees below whipped by in a green blur. "I guess we don't know, you know?" I let a hardened look wash over my features. "But I am dead freaking sick of doing nothing and paying for it. So we are going to go down there, beat some whitecoat ass, and find Iggy. If its not the real Iggy, then we'll deal with it. But we have to take the chance."

"I can tell that it's Iggy." Angel said sternly. "The whitecoats have only made one Iggy clone so far, because they only thought they'd need one to get rid of us. That's the real Iggy down there. It has to be."

And if it isn't, you'll have to pay the consequences.

Well, howdy do, Voice. Where the freaking hell have you been the past two weeks?

Your own thoughts and decisions have been determined by your instincts thus far. The Voice sounded in my head. Now, I think you may need some assistance, Max.

What made it think that I wanted its help? I could totally save Iggy without its assistance.

There are more than you think down there.

I could take them.

Even you can't save the world single-handed. Do you want Iggy to live or not?

I set my jaw and shook my head, ignoring it. Stupid Voice. I didn't need its help. I had my flock. All we needed to do was grab Igster and run. I didn't need any help.

But you do need luck.

Shuddup.

"You guys ready?" I asked. Everyone nodded seriously at me, and I sighed. I tucked in my arms. "Let's go."

I tightened my wings against my back and speared downwards, breaking through leaves and cutting out at the last moment, whizzing along the ground at thirty feet up. The rest of the flock fell securely around me, and we laid our sights on the pavement below. I caught sight of something white (This is no time to play I Spy, Max, settle down) and sped up. Vertigo came up and slapped me for a minute, but I blinked it out of my eyes. Almost there. I could see the van. We were so close.

"Max!" Gasman called. My eyes steeled. We were there. It was time to get my Iggy back. I looked down at the van.

Ahem, correction. Vans.

"Oh come on." I moaned, cursing inwardly. A long line of white Itex vans stretched across the black road, each exactly the same as the one it was following. There had to be at least a dozen, if not more.

"I'm counting seventeen." Fang deadpanned. I didn't say anything. I was in shock.

Do you want my help now?

SHUDDUP.

"They knew we were coming." I whispered. "That bastard warned them."

"Focus, Max." Fang thwacked me on the head, and then hissed in pain. Serves him right. "Iggy."

"Right." I clenched my fists. "Iggy."

I immediately dive-bombed down the the nearest van, smashing my feet down onto the metal roof and crouching down to absorb the impact. "Gasman, to me!"

Gasser dove down to my van as Fang crashed down to the one behind mine. Nudge and Angel flew down with Fang. I whipped a pair of giant trimmers (damn it, I never leave home without my pointy weapons of awesomeness) from my backpack and slammed them into the roof of the van, twisting them and ripping open a small hole into the metal. I pierced the metal again with the blades and then used them to flip onto the back of the van, bringing my feet into the back doors and caving them in. I jumped inside, scanning each face quickly. No whitecoats, no Iggy. Just a bunch of confused dudes with some crates and barrels. Heh.

"I think you guys need a career change." I remarked, putting my hands on my hips. "Interior decorating doesn't really seem your thing." I shouted up to Gazzy. "Yo, Gasman! Mini Iggy time!" I flipped them the bird with a smile and then dove out of the vehicle as the inside exploded. It swerved and the van behind it collided with it, sending both of the evil machines of douchebaggery into the trees. Nudge squealed as she jumped from their van, joining us up in the sky again.

"No Iggy?" I asked. Fang shook his head breathlessly. I was about to go down to the next van when Angel gripped my arm.

"Max, we can't destroy them all." She insisted.

"Why not?" Gasman asked. I shrugged my shoulders, tilting my head in his direction.

"It'll take too long." Angel exclaimed. "Fly me in low, and I'll find which one Iggy's in. Then we'll sabotage that van and get him out."

"Well said, Admiral Cutie." I smiled. "Fang, Nudge, stand by for Angel's word to get inside and grab Iggy. We'll need to fight. Gasman, take your Mini Iggies and nails and get these vans to stop. Don't destroy them until we know that Iggy's not inside."

"Got it." Nudge chimed.

"Aye aye, cap'n." Gasser saluted. I grabbed Angel's hand and soared down parallel to the vans, letting her concentrate.

"No. Next." She commanded, and we zoomed to the next one. Fang and Nudge jumped across the van's roofs, while Gasser disappeared on the horizon of the vans. Angel and I flew by six of the caravans before she dug her nails into my wrist.

"There!" She shouted. "Three vans up-it's Iggy!"

Watch your back.

"MAX!" Fang screamed, and I whipped my head around. I shoved Angel out of the way as gunfire ricocheted off of the nearest metal shell; I flipped and skidded across the tar, shaving some of my feathers off of my wings. I somersaulted over the pavement, grunting with each flip and impact. Fang reached down and snatched my arm as the van he was riding whipped by, yanking me from my crunched mid-air position and pulling me on top of the moving vehicle. Nudge screamed as bullets made holes at her feet, and Angel speared through the air above us. Suddenly the guy with the gun, who was leaning out of the window of a van behind us, the idiot, cried out as his van exploded, Gasser flying above it cackling like the madman he was.

And that's how it's done, losers.

"Are you alright, Max?" Fang asked, kneeling down beside me. I whacked away his arm, jumping up and ruffling my wings.

"Save it." I grunted. "Iggy's five vans up. We have to get to him."

Fang smashed me down against the roof of the van with his good arm, and I huffed as I regained my breath. He crashed down on top of me, the nerve, and I hit his arm.

"Uncle, you big asshat!" I yelled. "Get off of me!"

More bullets soared over our heads from in front of us, and I moaned. Fang jumped up and shot out his wings, allowing the wind to bring him up into the sky. I rolled over off the side of the van, spinning into flight. I yanked Nudge off of the car as Gasman shrieked back to us; all of the vans slammed into the one in front of them and skidded off of the road. Gasman cheered in joy that his traps worked, and I calmed down as the guy who was shooting at us fell out of his van. The hood of Iggy's van slammed into an oak tree. I landed on the road running, and was at the van before Nudge had even landed. I yanked open the doors-

And found myself face-to-face with a shotgun barrel.

I crossed my eyes at the gun, and resisted the urge to growl when I saw who as holding the weapon. Ari looked worse for wear, and half of his face was wrapped in gauze, but somehow I was okay with that. I smiled crookedly. "'Sup."

"Hey, Max." Ari sneered. "How have you been?"

"Oh, you know." I shrugged impassively. "Beating some clones, chasing some douchebags. Hey, is Iggy in there? I've been kind of looking for him."

"My dad says that I need to keep you alive." Ari's voice shook, totally disregarding my joke. How dare he. "And the blind kid, too, though I don't know why. The boss needs you. Step inside the van."

"See, Ari, I would do that," I cocked my head, my eyes flickering above me. "But I don't want to."

"ANVIL!" Gasman screamed loudly. The car engine rolled off of the car roof and knocked Ari to the ground, making him go bye-bye for a bit. Gasser dropped down from above, smiling broadly. "I've always wanted to do that." He announced proudly.

I caught the guy's arm that came charging at me and flung him out behind me and into Fang's fist without looking. "Of course you have, Gaz."

I stepped up into the van, ripping the collapsed door off of its dangling hinges and throwing it out onto the street with a burst of adrenaline. I punched one of the men in the face so hard his lights turned off and then threw another out the door for the flock to beat down. There were three people surrounding a struggling figure in the corner of the van-a figure with long, blood-splattered jeans and a black bag brought over its head. One of the guards turned around and met my fist. One of the other's face got to know my elbow, and the last's kiwis needed rewiring after having a conversation with my knee. They all collapsed around me. Suddenly someone stepped out from behind the seat, looking quite terrified of me and horrified of the fact that he was the only goon left. Poor goon.

"Oh hello." I smiled, waving a little. "...And goodbye."

The guy turned and ran like a little girl, not stopping even though we were in the middle of freaking nowhere. He was smart.

"Guys, fall in!" I called, and then ran to the figure in the corner of the van. Everyone gathered around me as I knelt down beside him. I untied the ropes holding his ankles and wrists, and then ripped the black bag off of his head.

It was Iggy.

I realized just how stupid I had been now. Iggy's clone, the lying jerk, had been far less damaged than the real thing. Not actually seeing Iggy after the...uh, incident, left us not really knowing how hurt he was. But now I just wanted to slap myself. His left eye was completely swollen shut and bruised, his nose even more askew than Fang's (I guessed that was something they could talk about together, bro to bro). He had cuts and scratches to match his bruises all across his face, and a cut lip. His hair was greasy and spiky. The skin around his collarbone was tender and purple, accenting yellow in the middle. Bruises marked their way down his arm, some blue and purple, some green and yellow. I wanted to start sobbing. But of course, I didn't.

'Cause I'm Max. And that is enough explanation for anything.

Iggy blinked his one open eye confusingly, swinging his head slowly. His hands found the walls of the van, palms pressing into the metal. He panted, his tongue licking his lips nervously.

"Wha-" He muttered.

"Iggy!" Angel cried, falling down onto her knees.

"Iggy, we missed you!" Gasman cried.

Iggy's confused gaze turned hostile, and he backed up farther into his corner, panting even harder. "St-stay away." He croaked.

"Iggy, what's wrong?" I asked, taking his hand and placing it on my jaw. He yanked it back harshly, and I stared at him in complete shock. "Iggy."

"I'm Iggy." He exclaimed, shaking. He swung his head around at us fearfully, his voice cracking. Dread clawed its way up my throat, and the words I least expected in the world, no matter how many scenarios I played in my head, came flowing out of my Iggy's mouth. "Who the hell are you?"

To Be Continued.