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Well, I guess you want to know what happened to everyone on Iggy's birthday! So here's chapter 2. Enjoy! Don't throw too many tomatoes, please!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't want it, I'm happy with my story already, thanks! I own Rina and the plot and a few other OCs, though, so don't steal them! Oh wait, you don't know the OCs, so you won't know if you're stealing or not. Well, you'll see in this story or another!

Chapter 2: Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and Max

POV Angel

Gazzy and I were really eager to meet our parents for the first time, even though they gave us away for money. Gazzy told me all about the box the whitecoats gave them that showed the check, so I was pretty much filled in. But despite our excitement, we were both kinda nervous. Especially me. Why did they give us up? Would they be glad to see us? Would they even believe us? Sometimes I wish I could tell the future, like Rina.

After Rina made us vanish, we appeared at a gray neighborhood. It looked like everything was made of cement and asphalt, except for the dead grass that took up space in front of the buildings. Everything looked extra dreary, even in the mid-morning sun. A tall, colorless, skinny, three story structure towered over us. I think it was supposed to be a house. Some brown windows and metal fire escapes covered the outside, and it didn't look very pleasant for a person to live. We must be in the slums of New York or something.

"That must be where Rina wants us to go." Gazzy pointed to the building.

"But how do we find our parents?" I asked.

"Maybe Rina knows they'll answer the door. Only one way to find out!" Gazzy marched up the dead grass with me practically glued to his side. Remembering Rina's words at the last minute, we barged through the front door.

We were greeted by a cold, dark, dirty hallway with one window in the end, next to the stairs. Two doors were on either side of the walls, and when we looked to our left, we saw a room without a door, and about five people staring at us from what looked to be the cramped living room. There was a blonde, petite woman sitting on the brick seat by the fireplace with a book in her lap. A man with big blue eyes sat next to her, his arm around her shoulder. There were two teens, a boy with jet black hair, and a girl with brown hair, sitting cross-legged in front of the couple, apparently listening to the woman read aloud. They were all thinking along the lines of "Who the hell are they?" Except one man. He was a really skinny man with a gray beard, and he was wearing scruffy hobo clothes. He got his shotgun from the side of the broken armchair he was sitting in, and pointed it at us.

"Put your hands up and tell me what you're doing here." His voice was as rough as his clothes. Our hands shot up, and I spoke.

"Uh, hi, I'm Angel. This is my big brother, Gazzy. We're looking for Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, please?" I better see how they respond before I control them. They became inflexible, and the blue-eyed man next to the woman took his hand off her.

"What do you want with them?" He asked, with a stiff attitude.

"We need to talk to them. It's urgent." Gazzy said. Those must be the magic words, because the man and the woman got up.

"Come with us." The woman said. Her tone was pretty harsh for someone who looked so sweet. "What do they want with us?" she thought. They're the Stewarts? I sent a thought to Gazzy. We let our hands down and followed them up three flights of stairs to the attic. This must be where they lived. There was a small mattress in the corner, a tiny furnace in another, and a circle-shaped window. As soon as the door was closed, they turned to us. The man pinned Gazzy to the wall, and the woman pinned me next to him.

"Who sent you here?" Mr. Stewart asked, his tone a step away from hysteria. "The FBI? The IRS? I told you already, we paid what we could! Or are you selling something? We don't want any." He shook Gazzy. "Answer me!"

"Should we tell them now?" I asked Gazzy in my mind.

"I think we should, before he breaks my back." He sent back. Then he spoke. "Mr. Stewart, I don't know how to ask you this, but did you and your wife have two children, a boy and a girl, two years apart?"

They were speechless for three seconds. Then Mrs. Stewart spoke. "But that…that was ten years ago! We thought no one would remember!"

"We do. But did you give them away to a company called Itex for ten thousand dollars each?" Gazzy pressed on, frowning at the memory of that check.

"We had no choice. They were going to take them away anyways. But they knew we had nothing. The bank was after us. They said they'd make it easier and pay us." A tear escaped from her eye, and Gazzy and I felt a wave of huge relief wash over us. "We never saw our kids again. But they wouldn't want to come back. Not to live here, not to meet their poor parents. But what's it to ya?" She recollected herself before she gave too much away. But she gave us all we needed to hear.

"It means a lot to us, actually." I said. "We're those kids that disappeared."

Once again, they were struck dumb. Mrs. Stewart (well, okay, mom) was thinking hopeful thoughts, examining us carefully, deciding that we were her kids. Dad, on the other hand, didn't believe us one bit, still convinced that the hospital sent us here to get them to pay for when we were born.

"Come on, dad, we really are your kids! And we're not selling anything either. We don't want any money. We want to see you!" I responded to his thoughts. Maybe I shouldn't have, because they looked at me like I was insane.

"Uh, Itex kinda did some stuff to us when you gave us away."

"What kind of stuff?" Dad was still suspicious.

Gazzy sighed. "Well, Angel has the most superpowers. She can read and control minds, talk to fish, and breathe underwater. They only gave me the ability to mimic other people's voices, and there's something wrong with my digestive system, hence my name. And they kinda gave both of us something else…" I think they needed some proof.

"Mom, you're thinking that we're very strange but definitely your kids, and dad, you're thinking that we're mutant freaks who can't possible be related to you." And to make things more interesting, Gazzy did a perfect imitation of dad.

"These kids are mutant freaks who can't possibly be related to us!" I giggled while mom and dad exchanged glances.

"Okay, but I still need proof that you're our kids."

"Tim, they have my hair and your eyes!" It turns out I got the Bambi eyes from mom, because she did them to dad, and it looked so much like mine, only hers were brown. Dad examined us carefully. Then he came to his conclusion.

"You're our kids! Maggie, can you believe it? Our kids!" He was pure joy, and it only got better when we hugged them both.

"But how did you find us?" Mom said through tears while stroking my hair. "We erased the records as best we could!"

"We have a friend who knew where you were." Gazzy said. It's a good thing he didn't give much away, although I could tell they were curious.

We had a great day with our parents. We explained the wings to them, and the school. They were outraged, but they were poor and they couldn't do much anyways. They showed us the people who lived with them (the teens were runaways and the man made money off of the rent) and told us all about our baby stories. It turns out they loved each other very much, and they would have gladly kept us, but they had no money, the government was after them for not paying taxes and bills, and living on the run and in rags with no food would be a bad way to raise children (too bad we already experienced it!). But our parents were really cool, and we had a lot of fun. We almost didn't want to go when Rina sent a clone and said it was time to go have dinner.

POV Nudge

What was that Rina said about a younger version of me? I barely heard her say the rest when I was at this house on a hill. It was only one floor, but it was painted in all sorts of bright colors, it had a zillion plants, and the grass around it was green and alive. It looked inviting enough, but what was inside it? Were the people evil or workers for the School, or were they nice people who loved their kid even though they didn't know who she was for years? I wish Gazzy were here. He wouldn't be afraid, he's comfort me, and when I felt better we'd march up to the door and ring the doorbell together. Or Max could come and comfort me. Or Rina, since she could tell me if they were nice or not and whether they'd like me. Well, there's only one way to find out.

I hiked up the steep cobblestone path to the house. I paused, then rang the doorbell, unaware of what I would find behind it.

Sure enough, when the door opened, I saw a younger version of me staring up at me. We had the same eyes, same hair, same skin tone, same physical type, and I bet if you dusted our fingerprints, you wouldn't be able to tell who was who. She seemed just as surprised, if not more, to see me, and then she recovered and asked "Whadaya want?"

"Uh, I need to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Wilson?" Wow, I remembered the name!

"And what do you want with them?"

"Uh, it's kinda urgent. Can I talk to them, like, right now?"

"They don't want to be bugged." Jeez, how stubborn is she? She started to close the door, but I caught it before it closed entirely. She stopped, surprised at my strength.

"Look, I'll level with you. Have your parents ever told you of a time when they had a baby girl named Monique?"

"Maybe." She sounded interested, at least.

"And then some jerks stole her?"

"Yeah, she disappeared before I was born." She agreed.

"I need to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson about that baby girl."

"What specifically?" Great, now she was just snooping!

"We might have found her. So will you let me talk to them?"

"Yeah, sure. But come inside, they don't like bugs." I stepped in after her onto a woven rug. She left down a hallway, and after looking for emergency exits I studied my surroundings. On my right was a coat closet and some shoes, and the left had a sitting room that was connected to the kitchen. There were pictures of the girl everywhere, ranging from a baby girl to pictures taken yesterday, from carnivals to birthday parties. There was one I was particularly interested in, which was a baby girl that was being held by a man and a woman. The woman looked darker in skin, with the same unmanageable hair me and that girl had. The man was lighter, with short, straight brown hair and deep brown eyes. My eyes, I realized. Those must be her parents. And they're probably mine, too!

At that moment, the girl came in with the same people in the picture. The woman's hair was a little longer, and the man had a few more wrinkles, but they were pretty much the same people. They eyed me suspiciously.

"All right, what do you know about our Monique?" the dad was the first to speak.

"Well, shouldn't we take this into the sitting room? You might want to be seated for this." I suggested. They obliged, even the little me, and took a seat on the couch. I took the loveseat.

"Well, we all know that you two had a little daughter named Monique that was taken away."

"Your point being?" the mom asked. I think these people are as impatient as me.

"Well, that's me. I'm the little girl whose name was Monique. I go by Nudge now, but I'm your daughter all the same. If you need any proof, I have the same skin, same eyes, and same hair as you guys, and I'm like an exact replica of this girl." I gestured to the girl who answered the door. I never heard anyone be as quiet as these three. I wish I could see what they were thinking. After they let it sink in, the mini me was the first to speak.

"So you're my…sister?"

"You're their daughter? And my sister? I have a sister!" I squealed. So that's who the mini me was! My sister!

"Yup, she's ours!" Mr. Wilson, well, okay, dad beamed. Mom was on the verge of tears, and my little sister was hugging me like crazy.

"I'm Raven, your little sister! I'm younger than you by a year! I can't believe you came here! We moved from Arizona after you were stolen! How did you find us?"

I grinned at her through her hugs. "I've got a friend who knows where you are. She, like, works for US records or something like that. She can get access to people's records and all that, and I really missed you guys and wanted to meet you so she got the records for me and I got your address! She didn't even know your last name, though, so it took forever to find you, and I really owe her. Wouldn't it be so cool if you could just look at a person's files and find out anything you wanted to know about them? Like if you had a crush on someone and you needed to talk with them about something so you look at their files and you see that they like football or whatever and then it would break the ice with your crush and-" I was silenced when I was smothered with a hug from my mom.

"We missed you so much! Oh, look how big you've gotten, baby! Doesn't she look just like us, David? She and Raven could be twins if it weren't for the height and the age difference! But what's this?" She pulled on one of my feathers and I winced as she plucked it out. "What's this, Monique?"

"Uh, it's Nudge. And maybe I should explain." And I did. I told them all about the School and the powers, and the flock, and the wings. I left out Itex, Rina, and saving the world, though, because who would believe me? They gasped when I got to the wings, and mom could have fainted when I showed them to her. When I finished, they were speechless for a minute. Then they accepted it in a variety of ways. Dad sat with a face like stone while he comforted my mom, who was crying into his shoulder at what happened to me. Raven wouldn't stop talking and asking me to show her my power and wings again.

"H-how could we l-let this happen?" Mom sobbed, muffled by dad's wet t-shirt.

"Chill, mom, it wasn't your fault! You didn't know that I would be stolen! In some ways, it's a good thing that happened to me. I got wings, super cool powers, and some great friends!"

"Yeah, like that kid you mentioned, Nazzy, right? You really seemed to like him. I mean, you blushed and everything when you talked about him."

"It's Gazzy. And he's just another good friend." I couldn't help it. My cheeks turned a little redder than usual.

"It's okay, Monique, or should I call you Nudge? I like Nudge better, it sounds so unique, like I've never heard of a Nudge before, but I've heard of a few Moniques. But anyways, it's okay, everyone likes to tease me that I have a crush on this one guy. Tyler. He's just so cute and nice and sweet, but I don't like him more than usual, I mean, he's already taken and all the girls want him anyways. I don't understand, why do girls always like the same guy? It's so weird, it's not like it's a coincidence, all the girls must like the same things in guys or something, but I can't blame them because-" I covered her mouth, just like the flock used to do with me.

"Thanks, Raven, I get it." Who knew I had a little sister who loved to talk as much as me?

The rest of the day was pretty fun. I found out that that baby in the picture I liked so much was me, not Raven! I got a tour of the house, and I got to know my family a lot better. It was like a dream come true! I don't know how many nights in the School I spent dreaming of meeting my parents, except those times I didn't imagine a sister or a small house in California. My mom is a stay-at-home mom and cooks really well, my dad works with computers (so do I!), and my sister is a boy-crazy motormouth (just like me, but I'm not that boy-crazy…I wonder what Gazzy is doing right now?). I was really upset when Rina sent a clone over and told me it was time to go eat dinner. Mom, dad, and Raven were interested in the clone, so I lied again and said that that was Max telling me to go.

POV Max

Can't talk. Eating homemade chocolate chip cookies. (Mmglphmm) Oh god, these are good! (burp)

Sorry, people, but I'm going to stop it short here. I've still got some stuff to do with Fang, I'll probably have it up later today, I just need to adjust some things before I give it to you. Plus if I just gave you Fang's bit, you'd have the longest chapter I ever wrote EVER. I'm not sure some people have the attention spans for that. So here's the first 4 flock members, I'll give you Fang in a sec!

Wow, doesn't that purple button look neat? Don't you just want to press it and see what it does? I bet whatever it does is super cool!