"So, you think the Dylan you used to know is the Dylan that is with the Super Seven?" Star asked when I finished my story.
"I don't think he's the Dylan I used to know, I know that he's the Dylan I used to know," I sighed, explaining this for what felt like the millionth time. I put my head in my hands. I had been with Fang's 'Flock' for three weeks now, and they still didn't get how year old clone could be the love of my life from years ago.
"But he's a clone! He can't be your Dylan. He's just a clone of him," Maya said, once again.
"No clone is that perfect of a copy, especially if he's lived this long. He is exactly Dylan," I said.
"What do you mean?" Kate asked.
"Maya is different from Max. They would look exactly the same if Maya got rid of the streak and they were dressed in the same clothes, but we would be able to tell them apart because Maya stands, walks, talks, and acts differently. Dylan acts exactly the same as my Dylan did," I explained.
"So, what you saying is, he can't be a clone because he acts the same as he used to?" Kate asked. I nodded, releved that we finally got somewhere.
"Guys? Come here," Fang said from the other side of the dinky hotel room we were staying in. He was bent over his computer, a frown on his face.
"Uh oh," Starr said, no emotion in her voice as she remained seated in the opposite corner from Fang. "Something's wrong in blog world."
I got up, and read the blog over Fang's shoulder
Noneofyourbeeswax: Fang, get our feathery butt over here! Dylan and Iggy are missing. Meet us at the cave with the hawks.
"Iggy," Fang said.
"Not just Iggy. Dylan is missing," I whispered.
"Only birds can get to the cave with the hawks," Fang said. He turned to Kate, Ratchet, and Starr. "You'll need to stay, and wait for us to come back."
"To hell, if you think I'm going to meet up with Miss Look-A-Like and the Wondercrew," Maya snapped.
"Fine. Lyght and I will go and meet up with you guys later," he snapped back.
'Whatever," Starr said. Fang tossed his backpack over his shoulder, and I grabbed my bag. WE slid out the door, and into the black night. We whipped out our wings, and took off, heading to the southeast. (A/N The were on the border of Oregan and Canada, enjoying the sea air.)
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Caves over Lake Mead," he replied shortly.
_My_Line_._Tremble_In_Jealousy_._
"Which one?" I asked as we hovered over the lake.
He pointed, and we dove down. We landed softly, and a red eyed Max looked up at us. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of me.
"Why did you bring her, Fang?" she asked, her voice thick with tears.
"The only part of my Flock willing and able to come help," he said. When a look of anger tried to settle on her face, he said, "Unless you would have rathed me forced Maya to come." Max snarled at him.
"where do we even start looking?" Gazzy asked, tears in his eyes.
"Not the School. That was found and closed last week," Fang said.
"The Institue?" I suggested.
"Maybe. Are there anymore labs?" Fang asked.
"The one in Canada, where Dylan came from," Angel offered.
"They both seem like good places to go. Let's hit the Canadian one first, then the Institute," Max said. "We start tomorrow."
Sorry it's short. But I'm over the deadline I put for myself, and I sooo don't want to die at the mercy of two, undoubtably sharp, knives. Please review!
~Isabelle~
