This story is going to be hardcore... sort of...

Full Summary: Soon after Max's near recovery from Fang leaving the flock, Jeb calls them all to Dr. M's house to tell them frightening news. The world will fall sooner than expected. Meanwhile, Fang, who has been rescuing and recruiting new and improved experiments for saving the world, gets the same news. Max and her still broken-down and hurting Flock, and Fang, with his band of super-mutants, race the clock to get to Japan before the largest Itex industry on Earth launch their final, and most radical assault. However, there is still one overbearing, unbelievable twist in the Fall of Man that is to come. Jeb's theory was wrong. Max cannot save the world. But if she can't, who can?

Max's P.O.V.

It had been two years sense Fang had left us for the next twenty years, and I was still hurting. All of the Flock was. But, with the help of Angel, we managed to make life a little less hard for the past year, at least. We had pretty much just caused a bunch of trouble. We hadn't even met with the C.S.M. for a long while. We had become scavengers again even though we all knew that we had the choice to be living in big houses with king-sized beds that could give us all massages(not really, but you get my point). However, Angel's next plan hadn't been her smartest one.

We had taken a vacation to California, and at that moment we were on some beach... with are hoodies still on. You see, with wings it's kind of hard to be able to swim without getting them wet and wearing a bikini without freaking out people. They aren't used to us 'Avian-Americans'.

"See! I told you going to the beach would be screaming 'hey, look at us, we're freaks! We're wearing hoodies on a hot beach!'," I said throwing my hands in the air, "Nice one Ang," I hissed.

I'm sorry, but I am still a teenager, I do care what some people think of me. I looked over at Nudge, and she was making the same look I was. One that was really annoyed and ticked-off.

"Relax, we're in California. No one cares what you do, or how you look," Angel said, obviously reading Nudge and I's mind.

Nudge growled, "How can you tell?" she asked, probably loosing her patience with life. I had been starting to wonder how the past two years had affected her, and let me tell you, it's bad!

Angel simply pointed to her head, signifying that she was reading the people's minds.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Angel, you know that you're not supposed to read minds without my consent," I said, exasperatedly. I had actually given up on that rule a long time ago, but, I figured 'what the heck'.

"I know, but you guys were thinking such dark thoughts. Especially Nudge," she said, cringing when she looked at Nudge.

I looked over at Nudge, and noticed something disturbing. She looked how I looked. She looked really stressed-out and like she was ready to fight at any given moment. She also looked like she had grown-up. A lot. I had just noticed that she looked more like 18 than 14, and that she had kind of filled out. I again was disturbed. Not because I had just noticed that Nudge had started to look more like a woman than a 14-year-old girl, but because it was like looking in a mirror. Well, except for the color part, but never mind that. She seemed to be leaning forward as she walked, much like me. She looked irritated, much like me. And she just seemed to want to hit something as hard as she could. However, she still, somehow, kept a look like she was sort of a diva. I snorted and took a small, barely noticeable step away from Nudge. She didn't intimidate me, but... okay, yeah, she did. Was that how I looked all the time? I'm sorry.

I heard Angel giggle from behind me, and whisper something into Gazzy's ear. After about a second, Gaz was smiling too.

Angel, do I always look like that? I asked her mentally.

Kind of. There is a reason why adults seem to be uncomfortable around you. Angel explained to me.

After a couple more minutes of walking, Nudge lost it. "This vacation sucks!" she screeched, "There is absolutely nothing to do!"

I had jumped when she started her rant and prepared for the worst. Blabbermouth + Frustration = Bleeding eardrums.

"Everything sucks! You suck! I suck! Jeb sucks! Angel sucks! Gazzy sucks! Iggy sucks! California sucks! America sucks! The world sucks! And fucking Fang fucking gives fucking blows-jobs to every fucking man on this planet! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, not caring about the people who were passing by.

I walked up to Nudge, half expecting to get punched in the nose. However, she began to cry. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, "It's okay Nudge. We all miss him," I cooed(which felt strange sense I was cooing to a 14-year-old), "We all do," Fang had hurt more than just me when he had left. He had hurt us all. Especially me. I loved him. I love him. We all loved him. Of course, none of them the same way I do, but none the less.

"No Max! It's not going to be all right! It never will! Not without Fang!" she said between sobs.

Well that helped us all a lot. If you didn't notice the sarcasm in that... no... just... no.

"Nudge, you have to be strong. We all have to be strong. We can't just give up because Fang is gone!" I said, loosing my patience. Bad idea.

"Then what have we been doing for the past two years!" Gaz questioned me, "We haven't even been trying to do anything to help the world!" he yelled.

"Shush, Gazzy!" I hissed, "We can't afford to be shouting this stuff out!" I whispered.

"Shut-up, Max!" Nudge yelled.

"What!" I asked, my eyes widening.

"I said 'shut-up'!" she yelled, "We're falling apart, Max! And it's your fault!" she yelled even louder, tears starting to become slightly evident in her eyes.

"We're not breaking apart! It's not my fault." I yelled angrily. I felt like I was falling apart and I knew that if I fell apart then the Flock would too.

I looked at Ig pleadingly, he sensed my stare and replied to it, "Max, it's true. We're falling apart without Fang. Nudge can't take it any more, Gazzy can't take it any more, Angel can't take it any more, I can't take it any more. We know that you are struggling with it too."

Nudge nodded and latched onto Iggy. He was right. We were all falling apart. And fast.

I let loose a sigh. A few seconds later I felt my cell phone that my mom gave me vibrate. I ran a little ahead of the Flock and took it out of my back pocket and opened it. It read in capital letters 'JEB'. I glared at the phone, and started to not answer it when I had heard-

Max. Answer it. It's important. If there is ever a time to listen to me, it's now.

Ah, sweet old voice, you're back. I thought, sarcasm seeping from me. I haven't heard that voice in almost two years.

Maximum, this is not a game. Answer the phone.

You can't tell me what to do! I thought angrily.

Do it. The voice said solidly.

I somehow felt compelled to do it and eventually answered the instantly, I could hear Jeb's panicked voice yell, "Max! Max!"

"No need for yelling!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, sorry," he said, but I could tell he didn't mean it. "Listen Max, you have to come to your mother's house right away!" he said urgently.

Instantly, the gears in my head started spinning and I began to interrogate Jeb, "What is it? Did someone kidnap her again! Did someone hurt her!" I questioned him, "Did you hurt her!" I asked, feeling anger boil up in me quickly.

"No, no, no, and no," he assured, "I'll explain to you when you get here. They might me listening in on this call," he said, his voice even more panicky that it was before.

"They who!" I questioned.

"Max, I have to go now! You have to go now! I'll talk to you when you get here!" he said, and hung-up.

"That was rude," I muttered to myself.

Nudge left Iggy's arms and headed over to me. "What?" she asked.

"Jeb wants us to go to my mom's house right away," I said seriously.

"All right," she said, "Where are we going to take off at?" she asked.

I looked around. There would be nowhere to take off without anyone seeing us for at least another mile. "Right here," I said, "Go tell Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel what we're doing and where we're going.

"All right," she said, then ran over to Iggy.

"Okay," I had heard Iggy say.

I started running then jumped into the air and snapped out my wings, as did the others. I heard people gasp and scream, but I ignored them. It was nothing new.

After about three hours of flying, we finally made it to Mesa, Arizona. And to my mothers house. "Mom! Jeb! What's going on!" I yelled from outside the house.

After a few seconds my mom came to the screen door and gave us a weak smile. "Mom, what's going on?" I asked.

"Jeb is in the living room. Ella and I will be downstairs if you need us, okay?" she said. She sounded worried and she didn't even answer my question. Maybe she didn't know what was going on either.

After kicking our shoes off we walked into the living room where we found Jeb sitting on the coach tapping his foot impatiently. He looked uncomfortable. More uncomfortable than the time he talked to me about the 'Birds and the Bees'. And trust me, that was really uncomfortable for both of us. But his uncomfortableness was way different than when that happened.

I quickly sat down on the chair across from him and motioned for the Flock to take a seat somewhere. "What's up?" I asked.

"The Fall of Man," he said blandly. He slowly looked up at me, his eyes had something I had never seen in them before. Genuine fear. Jeb was never afraid of anything for as long as I knew him. He didn't even waver when he broke us out of the school. They could have killed him without even hesitating. Even I'm not so brave to die for six pathetic bird kids. So seeing him scared made me scared.

Still, I just stared at him not showing any emotion whatsoever. "Yeah, that's what I'm supposed to stop, remember?" I asked him questionably.

He shook his head slowly. "I was wrong. You can't stop it," he said, shaking as he said those words, "Not alone. You need the whole flock, an army of mutants and God's mercy to stop what is to come. And even then, it's not guaranteed."

I thought for a moment, "We can hunt down Fang!" I said, getting a little excited, "I'm sure he hasn't been totally useless for the past two years."

Jeb looked down at the floor, a tear streaming down his face, and said "Fang is dead."