Just a heads up, you can't hide from pain. Or the people that tend to cause pain. Like say, evil deranged scientists that graft avian DNA into babies. Yeah, those people. They just follow you. So as I saw Fang lying on the ground I remembered all the pain we were forced to endure.

Then my motherly instincts kicked on and I yanked my backpack off my back and dug through it, finding the rags we used as bandages.

I knelt on the ground next to him and lifted his head into my lap, tears running down my face. I moved his long hair aside to look at the side of his head and shuddered at the sight of the torn skin. I tore the rags into thin strips and bound his head, after washing the cuts.

Then I heard the startled yelling of my flock as they landed and saw Fang bleeding horribly. "Iggy help me with Fang!" I called. I was no longer crying. I couldn't worry the younger kids, not after the last time Fang had been hurt this bad.

Iggy did a quick assessment of Fang and said, "Broken arm, broken leg, broken collarbone, broken ribs, three to be exact. He's got some pretty bad bruises but it's his head we should worry about."

"Um, Iggy, I think he'll be okay." I stated.

"Of course he will Max." He replied trying to soothe me.

"No! He won't! He'll die and it's all my fault!" I screamed.

"But max, look at him." He said in a whisper.

My jaw dropped and my eyes bulged and my head pounded.

"What the hell! How the heck did he get a new power!"