Eme3 is back with some more Flock-filled fun! Personally I think I liked Chapter 1 better, but who knows. Please tell me what you think: review, tell me where the story should go next, ect. On to the next chappie!

I DO NOT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM OWN THE AWESOME MAXIMUM RIDE CHARACTERS AND EVERYTHING ELSE (Phew, that was a mouthfull.)

Chapter 2

Max's POV

Today was the one day in Max History that I did not wake up before Jeb. I was infuriated. Call me a control freak, but I have to wake up the flock before anyone else. It is like I have an internal maternal device that works like a GPS or alarm.

I walked out into the hallway and peeked into Angel and Nudge's room. No one there. Fang's room: No one. Gazzy and Ig's: No one. My heart rate increased and I started panicking. I wasn't going to show that of course.

"ANGEL! FANG! IGGY! NUDGE! GAZZY!" I yelled throughout the house. I only heard an echo.

"ANGEL! FANG! Iggy... Nudge... Gasman?" I called, listening as my voice disappeared into a whisper.

Geez, Calm down. We're in the living room. No need to burst our eardrums. Thank goodness for Angel the Mind Reader! I skidded to a halt in front of the living room. The Flock was behaving. Gazzy was vacuuming, Nudge and Angel were dusting, Iggy cooked up a buffet, and Fang was folding laundry.

Hey, Fang looks kinda cute doing lau-... wait, what! I mean... What did Jeb do to them! Looking up and seeing my face, Nudge explained that Jeb was meeting with someone to bring a mutant back to the house to live with us for a while and expected us to clean up. In no way was this new mutant ever going to become part of the flock.

A few minutes later, Jeb's truck was heard pulling up to the house. I put on my best grim 'I don't want you to be here face', but the rest of the flock didn't follow suit and ran excitedly to the door. Man, I was starting to hate this new mutant already. We then all went outside to greet the mutant. Out of the truck stepped out Jeb and a girl about my age. She had long curly blonde hair to her waist and clear green eyes. She wore cheap capris, a white Goodwill shirt, and a quirky smile.

"B40-... I mean Luna, this is Angel: age 4, Gazzy/ The Gasman: 6, Nudge: 9, Iggy: 12, Fang: 12, and Max: 12. Guys, this is Luna. She's 12 and is more like you than you know," Jeb stated.

"Oh... yeah? How?" I snarled as the Flock and I unfurled our wings.

"For starters, she grew up in a terrible lab just like the School," Jeb countered.

"Still doesn't make her anything like us," I muttered protectively. Luna's eyes showed hurt for only a millisecond and then narrowed. That is when all the wings came out.

Luna's POV

That was two years ago. Jeb left us not long after I came. We don't know where he went or what happened, but the whole Flock likes to avoid talking about it.

I stirred my jasmine tealeaves around in a pot with honey and clover. The aroma wafted up to my nose, making it tingle with excitement. I loved enjoying a fresh cup of tea early in the morning when no one is around. That is part of why I want to be an herbalist when I grow up. The other reason why is because I want to cure and help people, without all the pharmaceutical drugs.

Max wasn't going to be happy that I woke up before her, although she has never woke me up like she has done to the others. There she was, stumbling down the hall with her brown hair in a knotted mess. When she got the sleep out of her eyes she saw me and scowled.

Then the Nudge Channel turned on, thankfully, so Max stopped shooting lasers out of her eyes and went to go quiet Nudge only to be startled by Fang, who had been watching the whole time from the doorway. Max's face flushed and she pushed him out of the way as she hurried down the hall. Fang gave a lopsided smile and followed her.

Gazzy must have heard the Nudge Channel because he came into the living room to listen to some real TV. Then came Angel, probably waking up from everyone's crazy minds being active this early in the morning.

She was shooting eye-laserbeams too! Ahh! I'm forced to come live with the Flock and suddenly Angel and Max hate me! What gives? By the time I had finished ranting, Iggy had perfectly aimed himself at the couch and plopped down.

I went over to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, one of my favorite pastimes because I could use the plants I grew. I grabbed some baby tomatoes, green onions, and some red bell peppers. I started to cut the tomatoes on the cutting board and then turned around to grab the peppers off the counter.

"GAH!" I yelled. Iggy was two inches from my face. I blushed furiously.

"Hey, was wondering if I could help with breakfast," Iggy suggested, looking bored.

"Yeah!" I replied, grinning like an idiot.

Angel's POV

They were so cute together: Flinging bell pepper pieces, dunking each other in flour, playing paper football with baked crust pieces, and laughing. Luna lifted her face from the flour sack, flour coating her golden head. She looked kinda like an angel, but that was my job. Her face was like an open book and told all her thoughts. I scowled. That made me that much more infuriated that I couldn't read her mind.

Luna's POV

And our big, happy, messed up genetic hybrid family sat down for breakfast. Vegetarian Breakfast Quiches!

"Vegetarian?" Fang questioned.

"Yeah, it has gravy and egg... that's close to meat to you, isn't it? Anywho, I'm a vegetarian and made a vegetarian meal, is that like a poisonous word or something?" I asked.

"Yes!" the whole Flock responded. I huffed and sank down in my seat in a curled up ball and ate my quiche.

"Whoa..." (AN: is it woah or whoa?) Gazzy said, "this is Food Heaven! Thank you!" My turn to say "whoa." The Flock rarely says thank you. In all my two years with the flock I had never heard those words. That may have been because of me... but still! I glanced over at the Gasman who looked like he was in pure ecstasy and smiled. I had that giant goofy smile plastered to my face the rest of breakfast.

Still same POV (if I don't mention a POV change assume it's the same)

Angel wanted the Flock to go pick strawberries after breakfast, that's why we were fighting Erasers in a strawberry field right now. We were losing horribly: Iggy's nose was bleeding and he was sporting a black eye, Nudge and Gazzy were unconscious, Angel and I were tied up (except Angel was being taken away), Max was crying out for Angel, and Fang was struggling to get out of a wing hold (painfully pulling wings behind bird mutant) to chop the Eraser behind him in pieces.

Ari, supposedly one of the Flock's childhood friends, who is not to mention an Eraser, gassed the place and knocked the rest of us to unconsciousness.

I woke up and my first thought was: They took Angel, the pride and joy of the Flock. Without her, we were no longer the Flock, just heartbroken mutants. Nudge started to untie my bands and Max did a painful head count.

"Report," she ordered.

"Scratched, still blind, but still Iggy," Iggy said.

"Healthy but infuriated," Gazzy called.

"Ditto that," Nudge stated half-heartedly. One of the shortest sentences of Nudgekind!

"Ready for action," Fang said.

*A period of silence...*

"Luna? Report!" Max screamed in frustration.

"Oh... sorry. I'm fine, I guess," I replied.

"Luna? Why aren't you scratched like the rest of us?" Gazzy asked with big, trusting eyes.

"Yeah, about that..." I started.

"Forget it. Tell us when we get home, if you would of tried harder then maybe Angel wouldn't be heading off to where I think she's going!" Max yelled.

"Max, maybe she really did try her best," Fang said quietly, hoping his lopsided grin would smooth things over.

"Whatever..." (He calmed down the Maxado! [Maxado: a tornado + Max] Dang, he has skills.)

Back at the House: No one's POV

The "Flock" sat around the kitchen table with the remains of breakfast scattered around as Luna got pummeled with questions. (Mainly just one big question.)

"We need to make a plan to go get Angel. But first off, we need to find out what Luna hasn't been telling us," Max said, "So why weren't you hurt like the rest of us, Luna?"

"Ah... well... you see, I'm sorta, kinda invincible? The scientists did a bunch of injections and tests to where my body cannot be physically broken. So, I'm like Superwoman, except without all the kick-butt moves and retaliation battle powers. I never really had gotten the chance to tell you about it because I wanted to be part of the Flock like I am now. Plus, you probably wouldn't of helped me practice hand-to-hand combat if you knew," Luna explained.

Fang thought: It was true; every time we fought Luna we couldn't knock her down. (Although she couldn't knock us down either.) It made me aggravated every time she wasn't knocked down. I wouldn't of fought her if I knew I couldn't beat her.

"You think you're part of the flock now?" Max spat, "You were never part of the Flock, not now, and never will be!" Luna's eyes turned wide as she started to cry. That was when the tears of blood came.

Well that's all for this chapter. A little bit too wierd? Was Max too OOC and cruel, or does she just plain not like Luna? Tell me what ya think! :)

Also, I figured out how to insert horizontal lines today! Yay me!