A piercing scream from the building nearly shattered six-year-old Angel's eardrums. She exclaimed in surprise and clapped her hands over her ears. "Max!" she said, desperately tugging her mother-figure's sleeve. "They're still in the building! They're falling! We have to save them! They saved us!" she said, tears coming down her cheeks.

The problem- she didn't know if they were crocodile tears or not.

She didn't know the two. The boy was Allen. She didn't know the girl's name. And she couldn't really read their minds. There was a wall blocking her so whenever she got in, she was shut out again. But she managed to get a few thoughts slash pictures slash feelings.

From the girl she got heat so intense it was blistering hot, screams of terror, a sickening crack! sound, the feeling that her back was on fire, hatred, and... blood. Lots of blood. And bodies. A lot of bodies. From the boy, she got screams of fear, a screaming pain on her hand as if someone had pierced it with a knife, the feeling of teeth biting down on her arm, a loud shk! sound, hatred again.. And blood too. Blood and bodies.

No, not blood and bodies. The girl had blood and bodies. The boy had bloody bodies. Angel found herself wondering if those two people were mentally unstable or even killers. She also found herself wondering if she should be helping people like them escape. What if they were killers?

But the two people had helped her escape the School.

"Max!" she screamed. "Save them, please, please, please!"

She saw the conflict in Max's mind and hugged Max, sobbing. "They're gonna die! You can fly fast- you might have a chance!" Max stared at the falling building, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she said soothingly, "I can't get there in time- not without me getting killed as well. "

True to her words, a few seconds later, the building crashed into the ground with a loud BOOM! and Angel, since she had raptor vision, saw the windows shattering and the things inside getting smashed into pieces. The two people won't have a chance of living! Angel thought, appalled, and clapped her hands to her mouth.

The building was in total ruins, its windows all shattered, the glass of the building either cracked, severely cracked, or split in half. Even if they managed to survive, they wouldn't be able to get out and would get pierced by the broken shards of glass. "Oh... My... God," Nudge breathed, her face was blurry through Angel's un-fallen tears.

"I don't think they could have survive that, sweetie," Max said, hugging Angel tightly. "I'm glad we're alive."

"I am, too," Angel said, trying to be brave. "But, can we at least check to see if they're alive? Pretty please?" She gave Max-and Fang, who was staring at her sternly-the Bambi Eyes, and they reluctantly agreed. "But first," Iggy interrupted. "What happened? I heard a crash and a boom, like a bomb going off in a porcelain vase."

While Gazzy, Nudge and Fang was left behind to explain to Iggy what had happened, Max and Angel zoomed down to check if the two people who had helped them escape were, somehow, miraculously alive. Even if they were alive, they would be seriously injured, or even at the brink of death.

Yet Angel insisted on checking. Why? Because she was stubborn this way.

She swooped down, checking between piles of debris, big slabs of cracked glass, under large boulders, almost everywhere, when she heard a weird sound coming from the other side of the frosted glass she was currently in front of. It sounded like... "EEK!"

It was a human sound. The two people might be alive! Angel's heart gave a leap and she heaved the heavy frosted glass up and tossed it aside. In reward, she heard Max exclaim in frustration as her wings were almost chopped off. "Angel!"

Said person smiled cheekily at the fourteen-year-old and peered into the darkness. "Hello? Anyone in there? Survivors?" she asked cautiously, folding in her wings. "Say 'here' if you're there! Or make some noise!" Then she put one ear to the darkness and listened hard. Nothing. She heard nothing at all.

"Hello?" she called again, her voice wavering. Maybe she had missed it. She heard police sirens and ambulance siren wailing and she knew she'd have to go soon. But she couldn't give up now, not yet. She had to be strong!

She called out again, but she heard nothing, absolutely nothing. What if-what if she had imagined the 'eek!' sound just now? What if she was just hallucinating?

Angel called out yet again, but still, she heard nothing. The silence was tense and eerie. Maybe the two people were dead. Maybe she had misheard. Maybe she had been hallucinating.

Yeah, and maybe she was some three-eyed monster with six hands and five noses. She couldn't give up! Max wouldn't give up!

...

...

...

Or would she?

"Angel," Max-Surprise, surprise!-'s voice called to her. "Angel, sweetie, there's nothing to see. There are no survivors. The police are coming in any moment, and we have to go. Now."

"But Max-"

"No, Angel. We have to go."

"Max-"

"Angel."

"Please, Max, just one-"

"Angel. If they're alright, the police will find them, no worries."

"Max, they helped us! We would be 2-D by now if they didn't help us escape!" Angel was pleading now, struggling to hold back tears. She managed to, of course, but barely. "They might be alive, but dying! What if when the police found them, and they're dead already! Max!" Angel shrieked as Max wrapped her in a big hug and started flying up, away from the ruins, away from the debris, away from the police.

"MAX!"

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