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"FANG! What is your problem?!" Max screeched out at three in the morning. She was fuming. She was beyond fuming. She was on

the warpath. By now, the flock was waking. They'd spent the night in a rather large cave in the side of a cliff. Everything had been

fine. Until now. Fang stirred, then looked up. Had she just screamed, he would have bolted upright, instantly alert for any sign of

danger. The whole flock was like that. Years of running had conditioned them to avoid capture at all cost. None of them wanted to

return to the school. As it was, Fang looked just bored. "What'd I do?" Nudge looked around, wide-eyed. The gasman was

snickering with iggy. Angel had looked up, realized what was going on, and had lain back down. Angel knew things like that. You

see, she was gifted. And not the cheesy, high-IQ gifted parents always bragged about. She could read minds. The whole pack was

super strong and fast for kids their age, and some had something extra. They all had wings. They could all fly. And none of them

had parents or any clue what lay in store in the future for them. Rolling her eyes, Angel pointedly turned her back to the rising

confrontation. Hopefully fang would make it out alive. Probably not, though. Max had turned pink. Fang blinked. Wait, was Max

blushing? "Max. What is it?" Now he had to know. This was priceless. Instead of answering, Max leapt forward and grabbed his

arm. "In. Private." Fang looked back. The kids would be fine for five minutes, hopefully…

They flew up the cliff, Max's stony silence and Fang's customary one, slightly betrayed by a grin beginning to creep around the

corners of his mouth, at awkward odds. She stopped, folded her arms, and glared at him. "You were talking in your sleep." At that,

any retort he could have mustered almost flew away on their own wings. "So?" Max ignored the question behind it. "What were

you dreaming about, fang?" She was calming down now, he could tell. Fang almost looked nervous. "Nothing." Wrong answer. Max

glared again. Fang couldn't help but notice how the wind was playing with her hair, teasing wisps of it to frame her face. "I asked

first, Fang. Tell me what you were dreaming about." Fang was definitely getting nervous. "Nothing," he insisted. It was probably a

good idea to stop and give in, if he wanted to live to his next birthday. Whenever that was. Nobody in the flock did know, since all

personal details were stored away on some ultra-secret diskette. The scientists at the school they were running from never told

them. Seeing the expression on her face, he asked, "Why? What was I saying?" Max looked down. Yup, she was definitely

blushing. "Max…" She looked up again defiantly. "My name. And…" Fang was starting to flush too. "Never mind. I get it. I'll try to

keep a more definite hold on my sub consciousness." By the end, sarcasm had crept into his tone. "Make sure you do that." Max

looked away. "Let's go back." Fang hesitated. There was so much he wanted to say…but not. Now is the wrong time. Silently, he

promised himself, next time. Next shot I get.