Me: I was bored so what do I do?

Iggy: She writes a fnicking Fax story -facepalm- Any normal teenager would talk to her friends on MSN, or watch TV. But you go and write a random Fax story that she hasn't thought through...

Me: Well, I really like this idea. It was a random thought that occured to me while watching night at the Museum.

Iggy: And why did that give you inspiration!?!??!

Me: -shrugs- I have no clue

Iggy: -facepalm-

Me: Anyway, this is just the prologue for the story, so Fang doesn't come into it just yet. But he will in the next chapter. I just needed to explain what was happening and then he'll come in and the Fax will truly begin

Iggy: Great...

Me: Oh, and, just to annoy Iggy, there will probably be EGGY later as well.

Iggy: :O

Me: Since when can you do face icons?

Iggy: Since I figured out how to press the right keys :D:):P:O

Me: -sighs- Well, let's get on with the story. I hope that you enjoy it :D

It had been six years. I know, it sounds like a long time, but in reality it only felt like days. Even more so since the dreams had started up.

I can still remember the sad, scared eyes of the flock, people I had considered my family, looking at me through the bars of their cages. I remember the cold, white walls bringing nothing but sorrow and fear throughout the room. Apart from these things, there was nothing else to remember. There was nothing else in that cramped room but the walls, the cages and us.

There was me, of course, with the name that I had dubbed myself – Maximum.

To my left was a small chocolate skinned girl who never said much – not that any of us ever did – and we had called her Nudge. At the time, she was only five years old

On my right was the small one year old with an angelic face who we had, obviously, named Angel. She was still only a baby when I saw her last.

Across from me on the left was Angel's three year old brother, the Gasman. We'd named him this after only two days of knowing him. I don't think it takes a lot imagination to figure out why we called him this.

Then, still on the opposite side from me, but on the right diagonal from me was the blind strawberry blonde boy, Iggy. He had lost his vision in surgery, poor kid. We were the same age at the time, maybe......eight?

And the last boy was in between Iggy and Gazzy. The thing is, I always remembered him most clearly because of one of his most intense features – his eyes. It was like; you could have a whole conversation with him, just by staring into those magnificent eyes. He never showed much emotion, but it was all there in his intense gaze.

I could never forget those dark eyes staring at me through the bars of his dog crate.

Anyway, as I said, none of us ever said much to each other, but there was one thing we knew for certain – we all considered each other family.

And I would do anything to get them back.



I woke up with a jolt and looked around alarmed.

"Fall asleep again, Max?" My friend, Alison, asked me.

I smiled sheepishly at her and brushed my hair out of my face. "Yeah," I muttered, trying to remember where I was.

I looked up at the white board and determined that I was in math class and moaned inwardly. It was no wonder that I fell asleep. Have you ever had a teacher that talks in the same tone of voice for the whole lesson and doesn't care whether you listen or not and keeps talking anyway? Well, that's Mr Hone for you; always going on about something unimportant.

"So, what is it this time, Max? Stay up late studying? Went out to dinner again? Sister keep you awake? Forgot to sleep?" Ali joked, resting her head on her hands.

I laughed. "I was studying for that exam we have fourth period."

Her head immediately shot up from her hands and she stared at me, wide eyed. "Exam!? Since when!?" She almost shouted.

"Uh, since three weeks ago," I replied. That's Ali for you, always forgetting to study and panicking at the last minute.

She moaned and plonked her head on the desk. "My life is over....."

I sighed and patted her back. I hated lying to her, but I had no choice. By 'studying' I meant 'I went out for a midnight flight to stretch my wings and clear my clogged head.'

Yes, you heard right, wings. Whenever those dreams begin to bother me, it's as simple as stretching my wings and jumping out my bedroom window into the night. I would often fly for hours on end and not come back until it was early morning –hence why I was always falling asleep.

"It's okay," I told my friend. "We have a free next period so I'll help you study then."

"Thanks Max. Why is it always you bailing me out of these things?"

I smirked. "Maybe it's because you always forget to study and I'm the one that always reminds you. Or, it could be the fact that I'm just smarter than you," I mocked and she shoved my arm.

"Right. And I can fly," she joked.

It took every muscle in my face to not frown at that comment, but I managed a small laugh. Still, I couldn't help but think, 'if only she knew.'


I helped Ali study in that free period and we both took the test. She said it was easy and she knew that she'd passed. And as for me....let's just say that it can't be better than all of my other test scores that I've received over the years.

As I exited the school gates, I spotted a family of three entering through the main gate to the school. I shrugged. It was probably another new student. They seem to be flooding in these days. I'd been here since I had been taken out of the school by my birth mom – Valencia Martinez. She was a vet at the local veterinary clinic and had rescued me from that hellhole when I was eight years old and brought me here to this small town- not saying where.

But, the thing is, the one regret I have in leaving the school is that I left the only family that I'd ever known behind me.

I made it home and took my house keys out of my pocket to unlock the front door, but my mom beat me to it.

"Hey, sweetie, how was school?" Mom asked, greeting me with the usual hug.

"Fine, as usual." I sniffed the air before I wide smile spread across my face. "Is that chocolate chip cookies I smell?"

She sighed. "Yes, I made them for you and Ella. She's already in there pigging out on them so I suggest you get in there before-"

She didn't have to finish the end of the sentence before I bounded through the living room and into the kitchen where Ella was eating up the cookies faster than I could fly.

"Hey!" I shouted as I dived in after her, filling my face with the sweet goodness of the cookies.

"Damn," Ella muttered. "I was trying to finish them off before you got home!"

"Humph, as if," I said in between bites of the scrumptious cookies.

I swear that I had the best mother in the whole entire world.

And I hoped that the other members of my family were doing as well as I was.

Me: There's the prologue. I will update as soon as I can and bring in Fang, teehee :D

Iggy: Great. I get to listen to Bell write about my brother and sister making out.....-shudders-

Me: -rolls eyes- Whatever.

R&R!? Please? I just want a second oppinion here. Just tell me what you think. Like it? Hate it? Want to rip me apart?

Iggy: Yes

Me: Ignore Ig, he's just tired

Iggy: Then I guess that I'm tired all the time!

Me: -sighs- I think I'd better end this before Ig and I end up in our usual argument.

Please review ;)

Bell and Ig