Nudge was the next to go. It happened a week after Gazzy left. I was looking at my scar covered hands, thinking about Gazzy. About what I could've, and should've, done.

The whitecoats came in, and my head shot up, burning hatred in my glare. They stepped back before regaining their composure, and opened the cage of Nudge.

They grabbed her by her arms and began dragging her out. I was not going to lose Nudge too. I saw red, and the next thing I knew I was out of my cage, hand pressed tightly into fists, and saying in such a menacing voice that they dropped Nudge and started backing towards the door, "You take her and you die."

I took a threatening step towards them, and they turned and high-tailed it out of the room. I immediately felt weak. But I mustered up the strength to unlock the others' cages, and to help Nudge up.

"Let's roll." I said, doing my best to keep from falling asleep right then and there. I masked it up quite well, thankfully nobody noticed.

Angel, now that she was out of her orb, was keeping everyone in their offices. We went looking for Gazzy, although I knew that it was useless.

He was dead and gone. As we passed a room, I noticed the stench of death and knew what was behind the door before Nudge opened it.

She almost screamed, as did Angel. Luckily they both held it back; otherwise the alarms would've gone off. But I couldn't blame them for almost screaming.

For inside the room, the room of death, was hundreds of failed experiment corpses, and almost right smack dab in front of the door was Gazzy's.

I felt hot tears slide down my cheeks as I stepped forward and picked up the body to give it a decent burial. Fang came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder, but I barley registered it.

I was too busy looking into the now peaceful face of my little trooper. I thought of the time we prayed at the chapel, and wondered if God allowed bird kids into heaven. Gazzy deserved it.

As we exited the building, I heard the faint sound of alarms. At least is sounded distant, but I'd bet it was quite near. I'd fallen into my routine of being distant again as soon as we had left the building.

Iggy came over and took Gazzy from me, and I ushered the others into the air.

I turned around to face the School, and muttered under my breath "I'm free, and I'm trouble. Get used to it, you scumbags."

I sucked in a quick breath as I started turning around, my eye catching something, or someone, coming towards us at a run

It was Omega. "Oh, Maximum, Maximum, Maximum. Do you really think you can escape?" He said in a sing-song voice as soon as he was in range for me to hear him, "Oh, why is there only 5? Where is the little blonde boy? Did they take him and kill him as I suggested? Goodie."

He was the reason Gazzy was dead. That knowledge came rushing at me, turning my