Fang's Point Of View!

I decided to write a Fang's POV! I know that on the MR Messege Board, they have a Iggy's POV, and I decided to give Fang a shot. It was actualy a lot easier than I thought! It just started flowing out of me. That rarly ever happens!!! It was so fun! I'm not finished yet, though. Just in Chapter 3. When they discover Ari is alive.

Here it is (i'm only givin ya chapters 12 cos i'm not dun w/ 3 yet):

Fang’s POV

Chapter 1

Ahhh. There’s nothing better than going for a fly on a nice day like this—even if we were running for our lives.
“Oh, my gosh! A UFO!” Gazzy said suddenly. He’s been doing this for the past couple of hours. It’s been getting pretty annoying. Actually, it was always annoying.
“That was funny the first fifty times. It’s getting old,” said Maximum, more conveniently called Max. Don’t try calling her Maximum. Trust me, I’ve done it once and I’ll never do it again.
“How long ‘till be get to DC?” asked Nudge. She’d been doing this for a long time, too. Also getting annoying.
I was getting tired, but I tried not to show it. After all, I am practically second in command.
Okay, so you want to know who we are. Here’s the story:
I’m Fang. There’s also Max (age fourteen), Iggy (also fourteen, like me), Angel (six), Nudge (eleven), and The Gasman –Gazzy-(eight).
We’re not you’re average kids. We’re mutants, with wings. Some of us have powers (e.g., everybody but Max and I). Nudge can tell who used an item last and everything about them, just by touching it. Gazzy can imitate any sound- which is really inconvenient for a eight year old who is really interested in gross bodily functions. Iggy, also blind, can tell who a fingerprint belongs to, and Angel can -this is really weird- read minds, breathe under water, and CONTROL MINDS. Kinda disturbing.
I moved up alongside Max. She looked kind of stressed. Maybe because she had killed Ari, a mutant- wolf man –called Eraser- and a kid we had grown up around. She had only done it in self-defense, though.
“You okay?” I asked her.
“In what way?” she asked. “Could you be more specific?”
“Killing Ari.” I hadn’t meant it to be so subtle, but I couldn’t think of anyway to say it.
A look of sadness passed over her.
“It was you or him,” I said. “I’m glad you picked him.”
She let out a deep breath. But she didn’t look any happier. I decided she needed to be alone for a little bit, so I gave an extra beat of my wings and moved ahead.
A few minutes later Angel asked Max if she could take Total, a dog she picked up at the Institute, where we had just escaped.
Of course, Max said no, probably since Total weight half her weight. So she volunteered me. How thoughtful.
“Here, have a dog,” she said. Then she sped up, flying in front of us.

Chapter 2

It was getting dark. We were currently flying over an ocean, between Pennsylvania and New Jersey.
“Look, kids, we’re learning geography!” I said in mock excitement. Actually, this was probably as close to learning geography as ever, since we’ve never been to school.
We were getting closer to DC. I wondered what Max‘s plan was.
I was getting tired. Real tired. Then I noticed Max doing a 360.
“Fang!” she called. “Behind us, at ten o’clock!”
I frowned and studied the cloud that was nearing us. “Too fast for a storm cloud. Too small, too quiets for choppers. Not birds- too lumpy.” I could figure out what the heck it was! “I give up. What is it?”
“Trouble,” she muttered. “Angel! Get out of the way. Guys, heads up! We’ve got company!”
We all swung around at the same time to face whatever the thing was.
“Flying monkeys?” guessed Gazzy. “Like The Wizard of Oz?”
Then Max’s face took a whole new meaning of terror. “No, worse,” she said. “Flying Erasers.”