My face became distorted with pain as the knife skimmed my cheek. I quickly kicked the knife-weilding thug down via my foot to his gut, he lay on the ground moaning, and I quickly began to finish the rest of the goons off.

I grabbed Angel, running out the door of the abandoned factory, and flung the young girl into the ai, where she snapped open her breathtaking wings and took flight.

I turned to face my remaining flock,

Fang's shoulder was bleeding, and Iggy had a split lip, and a black eye. Nudge was favoring her right ankle, and her knuckles were gushing crimson blood, there was also a small cut just aboe her right eye, Gazzy's cheek was cut, and his wrists were swolen.

I did a quick once over on myself, and tried to pinpoint my pain. Alot of feathers had been ripped from my wings, and I had been stabbed three times, but no where serious.
I motioned for everyone to take flight, and they did one by one.

Fang stayed hovering near me as if her were afraid I would fall right out of the sky.

Well guess what?

That's precisely what I did. It was like my wings had been cut off, then I suddenly wasn't falling anymore, and a warmth was surrounding me, engulfing me.

Now I'm glad Fang had been so close.

I knew with feathers missing I probably couldn't fly.

I was too tired anyway.

My head lolled to the side and I drifted off into much needed sleep.

When I woke up, I was not where I remembered being.

I tried to sit up, but when I felt a stabbing pain in my wings, I desided it was better to stay down.

I looked around, it seemed I was in a cheap hotel.

I lie still for awhile, and finally decide to try and get up again.

This time I succeeded.

I heard a television on in what seemed to be the same room, or extremely close to it.

I look around. There was a door on the opposite wall that was slightly ajar. I walked over to it and slipped inside.

Fang was sitting on a bed, watching to tv.

I hobbled over and sat down.

"Where's the rest of the flock?" I asked curiously.

"Went to get supper." His dark orbs moed from the teleision to my face, "You were only out a couple of hours, but still."

I turned my attention to the tv for the first time since I had entered the room, and almost burst out laughing, but controlled myself.

"So...Oprah?"

He looked up at me lazily. "Nothing else is on."

"Uh-huh."

"Shut up."

"Just don't go all touchy-feely on my now," then all me control flew out the window and I laughed heartily.

"'Cause that's totally me," cue the eye rolling, " There's seriously nothing else on."

"Anything is better than this."

"There's only four channels."

"What's worse than Oprah?"

"Well let's see,, there was a spanish soap opera, , or porn in german."

"But Oprah?"

"You want to watch a spanish soap opera?"

"Sure."

I got comfortble on the bed as he flipped it on.

I sat watching it for about five minutes before I started twitching.

"Alright, Oprah's better."

He smirked and flicked it back.

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