Yeah, this chapter is a little short. It's kinda like a filler, cuz i don't wanna reveal too much about Fang's note yet. and its not very well written, cuz i had a crazy

writers block, AND a very bad day. But w/e. this chapter aside. READ. and REVIEW. seriously. i NEEED FEEDBACK.

Disclaimer: No soy James Patterson. No era James Patterson. No voy a ser james patterson. - EVERYONE UNDERSTAND? books not mine, characters not mine. just read the fanFICTION. and enjoy it.

Chapter 3

"What is that?" she sounded so afraid. Think about it. If it terrified me, it would probably be ten times worse on her. And she'd only seen the first part.

"It's nothing, Ange. Go on, go back to sleep."

"Fang," she pleaded, "Is this why you left?"

I was so ready to lie, so she wouldn't be so scared. I couldn't have her scared. And then I realized she could read my mind. So I had to tell the truth.

"Yes, Angel," I thought, trying to keep my voice level.

"Who sent it?" Her voice was getting softer. I got more emotion instead. Fear being a primary one.

"I don't know,"

I refused to think about Jeb and Dr. HGH.

"Is Max in danger?" More fear, less words.

Probably.

"I hope not. But if they're serious, and if I keep doing what I'm doing, they might leave her alone."

Right. Since when did that happen in our lives?

"What do we do?" her voice was barely louder than a whisper in my mind. So, so scared.

This was a part of Angel I hadn't seen in a long time. Even though she played leader really well, and was tougher than most adults, she was still my 6 year old sister. And right now she needed a guide, someone to show her what to do. And if it wasn't Max, it was going to have to be me.

"Well, what you're going to do is relax, ok? Forget about the letter. I'm in Ohio, looking for mutants. You guys stay home, and stay safe. Don't trust anyone but the flock."

"OK" Her voice was returning, a little.

"And there's one other thing I want you to do." I'd toyed with this idea for a while, on and off, trying to convince myself that it was for the good of the flock.

"What?" she asked.

"Keep an eye on Dylan. Whenever you can. Watch how he reacts, how he behaves, how he talks. Everything."

"OK."

I could feel Angel's stifled curiosity, and I promised her it was for a good reason.

And then she had to go.

We said our goodbyes, I promised her I would try to visit soon, etc.

I tried to go back to sleep, afterward, but I couldn't stop thinking, and worrying about all the flock, and Angel, and Max. How much I cared. How I wish I didn't have to be alone, with them hating me. How much I loved them.

"I love you too, Fang."

The soft voice just barely touched the tip of my mind, but I heard it. And for the tiniest second, I swear I saw this little line of white light coming from my chest, flowing out the window, linking me to some unseen person in the Southwest. So me, being curious, touched it with the edge of my finger.

It was pure, unconditional love.

hmmm. start wondering about fang. he's not insane, btw.