Disclaimer: I don't own Max, readers. Sucks to be me.

Note: Doing some editing, removing bloopers and such - don't mind me.

Author's Note: The Flock has been captured by the school again, so this is set before the school get taken down by them. Basically, it ... well, that'd be giving it away. But mass panic and such are about to follow for the Flock. Please, please review, and I hope that you enjoy. :)

I punched the bar of the cage in pure anger. I really, really, hated this place. Just the smell alone was enough to make any hybrid mutant go mad. I would rather live in the sewer system. And, hey, we've been in there before. Trust me, if I had the choice, I would live there for the rest of my life. We all would.

I felt Fang's gaze on me, his dark eyes were calm and reassuring. "You alright?" He mouthed my way.

"Just dandy." I mouthed back. "Who doesn't love these cages?"

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah, I do." I turned away from him, looking to the rest of the Flock. It was early morning still, I thought, but couldn't be sure since there were no windows in the lab. They were all asleep in the cages, Gasman and Ig were snoring gently, Nudge mumbling something, and Angel was looking ... well, angelic. Their soft breathing was the only constant in my life, and it could be taken away from me at any moment.

Take one month ago, for example. We'd been living free – as free as fugitives from an evil School could – free as birds, so to speak. We were surviving on the wilderness – fast food and dumpster diving. We'd never been happier, not since Jeb. But I didn't want to think about that.

Then, the Erasers attacked.

Actually, it was the new breed. Gasman and Iggy called them flyboys. I called them annoying. Not only were they robots, but when they went boom, it was really, really, disgusting. And they smelled just as bad, if not worse, as the originals.

They'd taken Nudge first, threw her in the back of a truck, and then Gasman had been captured next. Then Angel, and Ig – he'd actually done well for someone who's blind. Most of us don't even think of him as blind anymore, only once in awhile does something happened that reminds us of what these dumbutt excuses for scientists had done to him.

Then they'd taken Fang. He wouldn't have allowed it if he hadn't been knocked unconscious.

So, of course I allowed myself to be captured so I could stay with them.

Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that, Max. I thought to myself.

Gasman moaned in his cage, waking up slowly.

"Hey Gazzy." I said to him.

"Mornin' Max." He was used to waking up here now, even if he didn't like it. "I'm hungry."

"Sorry, Gasser. I can't do anything about it. They'll bring breakfast soon." They always did, and it was just enough to sustain us for a bit. Even if it tasted like poo.

Yes, my friends, I said poo. Being in a cage for a month can make you pretty loopy, believe me.

"Tastes more like fish paste to me, Max." Angel thought to me.

"Morning, sweetheart. How are you?"

"I'm okay. My arm hurts a bit." Yesterday, they'd taken Angel, my sweet little girl, away from us. Nobody knew where they had taken her except Angel, nobody knew what she had had done to her. She refused to tell us. All she said was that it hurt and that she didn't want to talk about it. And that it had something to do with her arm.

I looked at her arm now. It looked fine, but hey, looks can deceive. If you saw us walking down the street, I'd like to think you wouldn't know that we had wings.

I was just thankful that they'd returned her to us. We were always hanging at that balance – we knew they would take us each, one by one, but we always came back. But really, how long could it last before they went to far.

"We won't give up, Max. We're invincible, you said so yourself."

"You're right, Angel." I tried to close down any negative thoughts so that I couldn't worry Angel anymore than she already was.

Iggy woke up next. His strawberry blonde hair was limp and his face was sad. He would never get used to it, I knew. It was times like these when we were reminded that he was blind. He didn't even know if we were all here unless we spoke to him, which we did. Every morning.

But this morning, we didn't have time.

The door burst open.