MidnightFlyte brought up some mistakes I made on this story. Nothing much has changed. I just cleared up some things. If you've ALREADY read this than ignore this part and skip on to the next line break.

I changed my Nick/Fang mess up. Ooops!

Angel is adopted.

I elaborated on the government money thing a little more.

The hyphen and elipse thing, for some reason, won't go through on my computer all the time.

And Nick has his reasons for being a jerk. They will be explained as the story goes on.

Oh, and Light Iron Girder brough up somthing else, the Prolouge is set after she finds out about the blog, then the story goes back to right before hand. It's wierd, sorry!

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Yes, I'm making a new story. I'm not too sure about it yet. Sorry the summary sucks. Please REVIEW if you want me to keep updating...

And I'm going to keep up with my other story, I'll be updating it really REALLY soon!

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Prologue;

Here's some basic info on me;

My name is Max. I'm 14 years old. I have an arch enemy, and best friends. I would die for those I love. And chocolate chip cookies.

And there's one more basic thing about me. And it makes quite an impact.

I have wings.

I have never met anyone like me. Inhuman. A bird. A mutant. A freak.

I have, however, heard of someone like me.

What he says could be complete bull, but I don't know, I've never met the guy.

Yet I chose to-I desperately wish to-believe he's telling the truth. That he's like me. That I'm not the only one out there.

I really hope so.

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"Hey Maxie." Nick sneered in my face, his onyx eyes teasing. He knew I absolutely hated being called anything but Max. He also knew I hated him, but here he continues to exist, mocking me.

Stupid boy.

"Oh, Hello, Nickolas Devin.", I allowed as much venom as I could seep into his name. I admit, it's not normally a great comeback, but for some reason, he hated his name, especially his last name, and visibly tensed and winced whenever someone said it. Not that I pay any close attention to him, of course. Uh, I mean, to beat your enemy you..must notice his weaknesses.

Yeah. I was just collecting blackmail about him all these years, that's all.

Keep telling yourself that Max. The Voice(And no, not that one TV show with Christina Aguilera. It's this voice inside of my head the wackos from Itex put in my brain. Huh. I wonder how the conversation went when they were deciding this; "Hey Sal, lets add a weird defect to 002812-D29P's brain so some random voice thing can talk to her all the time with it's weird Yoda-like comments annoying the crap outta her constantly. So much that she wants to bash her head against a hard surface." "Yeah, Bob, let's do it. Just cause we can!"…. I hate you whitecoats.)

Shut up Voice, I responded.

And surprisingly it was quiet. WHOAH. It actually listened to me. Mark this in your history books children! Adults pop out the champagne, its celebrating time!

But, of course, Nick had to crash my party. "If I said anything to offend you before, I'm glad." Nick said angrily, his once teasing onyx orbs now flashing angrily.

Ouch, that one was worse than most. Gosh, sometimes I really wonder what kind of trauma he has gone through to make him hate his name so much…It's defiantly not bad as mine though.

I shook off my slightly pained expression and smugly said, "Man, I bet you were working on that one all night."

Nick just smirked and replied, "That's not quite what I was doing last night." Then winked.

AH! The nerve of him! EW-just EW! I spun around and stomped off to the garage, disgust clearly visible on my face. "That conceded, jerk, womanizing, arrogant…"I mumbled to myself. I heard him chuckle. That…that….UGH. I hate him.

I crashed my helmet to my head and spun off on my motorcycle to school. Yes, that's right, I have a motorcycle, and it's a Kawasaki Ninja, completely badass. I made sure to rev the engine really REALLY loud as I passed Nick. Try and scare him or whatever…though I couldn't ever think of Nick being scared.

You may be wondering how I can afford a Kawasaki Ninja. Or ya may not; I don't really know how much you people pay attention to these things. Well, after I-uh-left this evil place called Itex, the government gave me loads and loads of cash, trying to compensate to what happened to me. Maybe they didn't want me to sue, since Itex was once part of the government. Or maybe they just didn't want me to fuss about it and make them look bad. Well, whatever they wanted, they just shoved a unlimited credit card my way and made me promise to keep myself silent.

It didn't make up for it, I would have chosen being normal if I could. But the money sure made it more fun. I have a big mansion all to myself and whatever else I ever could want.

Living the life, huh? Not at all.

All this thinking is getting me depressed, and angry and sad. There is no way I'm going to school now. I have a rep to keep up. Ha.

I made a quick 'U' turn and headed off to a place I knew I would be welcomed.

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"Max! Yay! Max is here!" a little girl screamed, her adorable blonde curls bouncing up and down. I now understood Juney B. Jones reasoning on pinching a cute little curl.

I laughed, "Yeah. I'm here for the day, do you mind?"

"NOOO! Max you HAVE to stay! You've got to meet my new puppy!" Angel exclaimed worriedly.

"Okiedokie Ange, now what's this about a new puppy?" I asked her.

"Mommy saved its life! They were gonna put it night-night, cause he nibbles, but mommy didn't want it to go, so she took him here!" Angel explained happily, "Now he's my puppy mom said I could even name him!".

Angel's adopted mom, Dr. Valencia Martinez, was a vet, and sometimes she took her patients home with here. Goodness, if they kept taking in animals they were going to need to buy a barn.

"What are you going to name him?"

"Uhhhh, I don't know yet. What do you think I should do?" Angel asked me expectantly.

"Well, maybe you could go online and google dog names while I go talk to your mom." I suggested.

"Kay!", and Angel skipped off to the computer. I walked to the kitchen where I'm sure Dr. M heard every word.

"Max," Dr. Martinez said, scolding me, "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I-well-I just hate it there. And I had a bad morning. I just kept remembering…" I trailed off.

Dr. M's expression softened. She knew what happened to me, she was the only person that I still spoke to that knew. One day after I left, the government called her over to examine my wings, and make sure I was okay. She was the amazingly nice to me, and was the only person in there that actually cared. Once I was off on my own I bought a house close to her and her daughters, and they have been like a family to me since.

"Max, Hun, I know it's hard sometimes, but you really have to go to school. They might take you away." She told me softly, yet reproachfully. I don't even know how that's possible.

I sighed, "I know but-", and I was cut off by a,"Maaaaax! Can you please come here?" from Angel. Dr. M nodded her head, meaning that I could go. I walked over to the office room.

Angel was sitting on a swiveling chair pointing to her screen."Look, Max, I found my doggys' name! Total! I looked up all the names on the computer to make sure that no one had a dog with the same name as I was thinking, and I couldn't find ANY Totals! I'm gonna go tell mom!" And she skipped off to the kitchen.

I sat down in the swivel chair and stared at the computer screen. There were about 8 tabs open of googled names and couldn't help but laugh. I started exiting out of each tab reading what names she looked at.

She had googled; Princess Puppy-that had some interesting results, Duchess-isn't this a boy dog?, Toto-oh, how I love The Wizard of Oz, and one name had an interesting site that made me stop short.

The name was 'Fang', and somebody had put up a site called, 'Fang's Blog'. It was a blog about a kid with wings. Like me.

I clicked it.

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Holy sh-crap. It was the story of my life! But with a guy...

How does he know what it's like? Who is he? What should I do? Is this all fake? Am I not alone? Dozens of questions like this popped into my head. And I knew that I had to talk to this guy.

I clicked on the e-mail button, hoping to get some answers.

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~M