Sorry I should have updated earlier but here is the second chapter…

I woke up to a sharp throbbing pain in my left arm. I looked down and saw an almost-entirely crimson covering my lower arm. I sighed and lay back on my bed. I suddenly was hit with a memory of the flock, tears welled in my eyes, but I quickly brushed them away. I sorely missed them. I looked over hoping to see Fang stretched out on the opposite bed. It was empty. I launched out of bed, pulled on a different pair of jeans and a hoodie, bolted through the door towards the mini-kitchen, ignoring my arm which was screaming with my super-quick reflexes. When I came into the kitchen, I spotted Fang, knife and cloth in hand, kneeling in a pool of shiny crimson liquid. It took me a moment to realise it was blood. I darted forward and grabbed the knife from his grip and held it above my head, blood dripped off the end of the knife.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' I screamed at him. His eyes clouded over with worry.

'Drop.the.knife.Max.just.drop.the.knife!' he commanded in a tone I'd never heard him use before. He never even broke eye contact, not even to blink. It was so frightening that my grip loosened automatically and the knife clattered to the floor. It took me a moment to break the connection and regain my senses. I felt light-headed for some reason and stumbled back. Fang leapt up to catch me as I fell. His trousers were coated in blood; obviously he had been trying to clean it up before I saw. I couldn't concentrate too well, my vision was blurry and my arm throbbed like hell had resided in it.

Fang placed his hands on the sides of my face, his lips moving but I couldn't hear a word. Suddenly a lightning bolt seemed to shoot through my head and I could see and hear clearly again. Fang jerked his hands away, he'd felt the shock too.

'What the hell were you doing cutting? Were you going to leave me all alone? Hey, speak would you, 'cos I'd like to hear why?' I hissed.

'Me? Cutting? Max that was your blood back there,' he whispered looking at e with concern.

'No, Fang, the blood of mine that is in you does not count as my blood!'

'Max, I'd never cut! You can check me all over for marks that aren't there, but did you bother to check your bandage?' he asked. I bit my lip, I'd just thought it was there from our last fight. I looked down and pulled at the bandage, I unwrapped all the layers, they became damper and darker with the blood. I winced as I pulled off the last layer. I gasped as it revealed three deep slash wounds in my lower arm. I held it away, trying to get rid of the image of it.

'No, oh, no, I'd never do that, oh, please let this be a dream, oh please let me wake up soon!' I whispered starting to shake. This couldn't be true, I would never do a thing like that, no matter how much I hurt inside.

'I'm sorry, Max but its very much the truth,' Fang whispered.

'Wrap it up, I can't look at it anymore,' I sobbed. Fang gently took my arm, reached out and grabbed a wad of bandages from the first aid kit that was lying on the kitchen floor, obviously he had patched me up last night and left it there. He tenderly and carefully wrapped the bandages around my arm. Suddenly a thought struck me.

'If I lost that much blood,' I whispered pointing towards the huge puddle of blood about a metre from where I was, 'how come I'm not dead?' Fang grimaced.

'I hoped you wouldn't ask that,' he said, 'As soon as I touched the deepest gash, which you could see part of the bone through, it started to heal, it took a lot out of me to get the muscle and bone fused back together, so I stopped and by then you had almost stopped bleeding and so I bandaged you up and took you back to bed.' I nodded, beginning to understand. So, Fang had a new power, that he had kept from me, interesting. I had a secret power too but I wasn't about to give that away! Fang looked at me, I had obviously seemed a little distant, like when I talked to Jeb in my head. Arghh, it hurt to say his name, that evil son-of-a-bitch, spawn of Satan himself, devil's sidekick, the person who will rot the deepest in hell. The one who made my flock, except me and Fang get caught by the School. I hated him, he was my father, I mean sure he saved me and accidentally saved Fang but he caught the rest of purpose. Why couldn't it have been me, I am the oldest and the little ones aren't even in double figures, how are they supposed to stand all the torture! Fang, suddenly reached out and took my hand, he squeezed it.

'I think we need to save them and fast!' Fang whispered, making me more confused then ever.

Hey that's the next chapter up, please review.

I want five reviews before I will post the next chapter!!!!!

Lots of flying virtual love

Beth

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