Hi guys! I'm new to I've actually started my FFs here because the MaxRide boards are down. (: This is a sequel to another short FF that I had on the boards, and if you haven't read the first one, I'm really sorry, I'll get it up after I get up the chapters for F:B. Review please! (: Thanks for reading.

OH! And here's a key:

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start/end of dream sequence

PROLOGUE:

"We must get her back!" Jeb said coldly.

"Now that her friend is out of the way, it should be easy to gain her trust." said another voice.

"One of our own killed her friend! How do you expect her to trust us?!" Jeb exclaimed, frustrated.

"I have my ideas..." came the other voice, a hint of a cold smile lacing his vocals, "Greg! Come, we have a job for you..."

Chapter 1: The Message

It had been a whole six months since Arcane died. Skye could hardly believe she had lasted half a year without her best friend. But then again, she had the falcon. She still hadn't made direct contact with the falcon's mind, she wasn't skilled enough to, but whenever the falcon did or screeched something, Skye instantly knew its intended meaning. New ability? She couldn't tell. Talk about creepy though. But it's not like she could complain, the falcon had kept her company throughout the harsh winter months. Now the pair were going to the outskirts of Washington D.C., to meet up with Max and the Flock. Goosebumps sprang up along Skye's bare arms as night crept nearer, but she and the falcon, who she had named Dark, kept going. They were almost there anyway, Skye could even see the red lights that glowed atop the Washington Monument. Any minute now, and she could be back with her friends.

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She touched down lightly in the cover of some trees, Dark balancing expertly on Skye's ivory wingtip. The girl tip-toed into the clearing, the designated meeting spot. To her surprise, the clearing was empty. Skye sat on the edge of the space, content to wait.
After awhile, Dark signaled in that weird way, saying that she needed to hunt. Skye nodded and watched the falcon take off, a splotch of ink against the maroon sky. Her attention was brought back to the clearing though as she heard a twig snap. She stood up and turned toward the noise, expecting Max and the crew to appear out of the brush. But it wasn't Max who rushed out of the trees.

It was an Eraser.

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He pinned down the girl easily, strong even in his human form. He grew his claws and fangs swiftly, but there was no need, the girl seemed frozen with shock. Greg paused for a second as he looked her over, somewhat puzzled at her reaction. She looked like an angel with her white wings and tow-head hair. She was beautiful. The girl seemed to recover her shock in that instant and snarled, rolling him over so that she now had the advantage. He growled back at her and tried to rake her arms with his claws, but she had his arms and legs pinned down.
She was a strong angel.
He went limp, remembering that he was here only to deliver a message, if she didn't react as planned, then he was to use violence, but not before. The girl seemed confused at his action, but didn't loosen her hold.

"Whadaya want?" she spat, her bright green eyes hardening with hate. Greg returned her glare,

"I'm here to deliver a message, but I would like to give it to you standing up." he said coolly.

"Suck it up cupcake, 'cause there's no chance you're gettin' up." the girl replied. Greg's warm gold eyes glinted with fury, and just a bit of admiration. This girl was definitely not a push over.

"I'm assuming you're Skye-" she nodded, "-The Institute is offering you a deal. They have newly discovered technology, technology that can bring your friend back from the dead."