Fang's POV MR2

yeah i posted this like last year... but i revised it so it's so much better now!
Enjoy! And comment! I want to know what u ppl think!
btw i did the different colors because i found them easier to read than all white... ^_^

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, pointing into the empty sky. 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, rolling her eyes. But, please, call her 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 pretty tired, too, but I tried not to show it. After all, I am practically second in command.
So, who are we, why are we running for our lives, and who the heck would name their kid Maximum?
I’m Fang. There’s also Max (age fourteen), Iggy (also fourteen, like me), Angel (six), Nudge (eleven), and The Gasman –Gazzy-(eight). We named ourselves (guess that’s pretty obvious).
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 has an interest in gross bodily functions. Iggy, who is blind, can tell who a fingerprint belongs to, and Angel can -this is pretty weird- read minds, breathe under water, and CONTROL MINDS. Kinda disturbing.
I beat my wings a bit harder and moved up alongside Max. She looked kind of stressed. Her beautiful brown hair was a tangled mess, and she still had dried blood on her face. 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 don’t like to beat around the bush. I’m not that kind of guy.
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 Max pulled up above me.
“Here, have a dog,” she handed me Total, Angel’s dog. Then she sped up, flying in front of us.