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Basically, Max never got free with the rest of the Flock. She escapes, only to be beaten and near death. Iggy, Max, And Fang are fourteen.

Max's POV

I was free! The School was almost out of sight as I soared towards the east. Away from the death facility. Erasers were after me, but only a small group. I was too tired to fight though; I was too tired to fly altogether. But I pressed on, determined to get away.

A while later I was falling. I lost too much strength, and the Erasers were coming. I tried to hide, but there was nowhere to hide from them. I fell near a strawberry patch, catching my breath as fast as I could so I could fly again. It was too late though.

The Erasers were mere yards away, snarling and snapping their hideous jaws at me, ready to kill me. I was slated to termination, and the way I was going to? They were supposed to strap me to a metal table and let the erasers claw me; do whatever they pleased. I managed to escape before they got to the doors, and ran towards all the exit signs I could read out.

"Die, Birdy." One of the Erasers snapped at me. As if it was a cue, the five erasers (including the one that talked to me) circled me and lunged, tearing at my flesh and bone. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't scream, though. That'd only make them do worse things than rip my body apart bit by bit.

After a few minutes, the same Erasers spoke again. "That's enough, guys. This lady will die here any minute." And they ran off, just like that.

I was numb. I couldn't feel anything; hear anything. I tried my best to get up, but I couldn't feel myself getting up. I did get up though, and walked around aimlessly, waiting for my body to give and die. Why was I walking anyways? There's no point. Nobody was here except me. I knew I was leaving a sickening trail of blood. I didn't care. My thoughts were running around at random things. How pretty the shadows were, how beautiful the house was over there…

Whoa, wait. House?

I walked –limped- over there and only managed to step onto the porch before I felt a thud and fell unconscious.

Fang's POV

Here we are, at the middle of nowhere. A house in the forest, you could say. There was a strawberry patch not too far from here. You see, one of these whitecoats was supposedly a good guy and set us free. By us, I mean Me, Iggy the blind pyro, Nudge, the overtalkative one, Gazzy, the boy with digestive problems, and Angel, the youngest, that can read minds. She's not called Angel for no reason. Iggy and I were fourteen. It was peaceful here; the whitecoat didn't follow us, instead gave us a nice house with free internet, cable, and food that'll last a century.

I thought there was a girl there that wasn't freed with us, but I didn't really care. I don't know why, but when we left I knew we were forgetting something- or someone. I don't know.

Angel came up to my room a few minutes after a wolf-like thing appeared and disappeared behind a tree. Five of them.

"Fang!" Angel screamed, right in my ear. I, being the oldest as of now, have to take care of three kids and a fourteen year old. I was fourteen too, but I was still older by three months. "Fang! I hear someone!" She screamed, pointing downstairs. And by hear, she meant she felt a mind here. "It's going to die1 all it's thinking of is blood and how good it'll feel when they're dead!" She was sobbing; she hated things like this.

I nodded and walked downstairs silently. This could be another one of Iggy's lame jokes. I opened the front door, expecting a pie to come out of nowhere and it my face, only to be terrified when there was a bloody trail leading to our porch- and a girl lying facedown on our porch, barely breathing. She was sprawled out, covered from heal to toe in blood and scratches, and every now and then she would shudder and cough up blood. I was shocked; she was the girl that we left behind. How I knew? Her wings.

Everyone came behind me to look at what was going on, but they soon left, wide-eyed and terrified. Iggy didn't know what was going on, so I just took his hand and directed him to the girl.

"Holy Crap." Iggy breathed. "She's going to die. She doesn't have a lot of time left."

"Is there a way to help?" I asked silently. I was somehow drawn to her. As if there was an invisible urge to help her. Iggy nodded.

"Yeah, but I'll need a hell of a lot of towels and out first aid kit- especially antiseptic, gauze, and maybe some type of gas to make sure she stays unconscious. Take everyone else outside, see what happened." He spoke quickly. I felt like I was on overdrive; I did everything he wanted me to do in a matter of minutes.

"Alright. Now we need to find the biggest cut." He said, glancing at my general direction.

"In-between her wings. Runs along the spine, but not too deep." I said quickly. Iggy looked shocked for a minute, but quickly composed himself and nodded, literally drowning the gash in antiseptic and tightly wrapping it around her.

"How's her breathing?" I asked. I needed to know. I didn't know why.

"Faint. Heartbeat too slow." He muttered. "By how she's bleeding, we only have about half an hour until she's gone. We need to bandage- FAST." He said, handing me a roll (out of about twenty of them) and I began wrapping parts of her arms and legs, as he worked on her torso- that was the worst part.

We wasted no time. It was twenty five minutes later until we were done, and she was literally a mummy.

"She's alive, right?" I asked. I didn't want to touch her. I was afraid too much pressure would kill her.

"Yep." He sighed, wiping his forehead. "She should be out for a couple days, and when she comes to, you'll need to feed her these," he said, taking some pills out and handing them to me. "and make sure she eats only soup for a while. By how fast she's healing, she should be fine in a couple days, then we can let her go." He concluded.

"I don't want her to go." I whispered. Iggy raised an eyebrow, but couldn't go on. The kids came back, terrified. Nudge explained.

"Oh GOD, Fang!" She screamed. "I think Erasers got her! The blood led all the way to the strawberry field, and I could sense that that's where she was attacked. There was SO MUCH blood EVERYWHERE. I don't think she should be alive! Hey, what's with the almost-mummy?" She concluded, adding in a question.

"It's her." I explained. "She has a lot of cuts and has to be bandaged like that."

"Oh my." She breathed. She was speechless for the first time in our short lives.

"C'mon guys, it's time for bed." I said, ushering everyone up, even Iggy. "I'll watch her just in case she wakes up." Iggy nodded, and helped me get everyone tucked in and asleep.

"Fang, she'll be out for at least two days." He murmured. "Why are you going to stay with her?"