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Note: When I use the word alcohol in here I don't mean the drinks. I'm talking about the type of alcohol you disinfect stuff with :P
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I got up super early. I could not sleep at all. I guess I was just thinking about what Max said. Would she seriously kick me out of the flock?

I put my hair into a ponytail and had on blue jogging shorts and a short sleeve sweater. I laced up my jogging shoes and exited out of my bedroom door. I crept out the front door and jumped off the platform and started to soar in the air. I looked around on the ground for a good jogging trail. Yes, I wanted to go jogging. I missed actually using my legs to go places. I haven't jogged in a while.

I finally found an OK jogging spot. I landed quietly. It seemed like a deserted trail. I don't like the thought of going onto a trail without anyone. There were forests on each side of the dirt path. The dirt path had a few leaves on it but it wasn't too dangerous and the dirt path seemed pretty wide and safe. I sighed and then started to jog on the dirt path.

Literally like 30 minutes into jogging I thought I saw something run next to me. I stopped in my tracks and faced toward the forest in front of me. I looked around. Nothing. My mind was playing tricks with me. It's probably because I only had like 5 minutes of sleep last night. I needed to calm down. I looked behind me. Should I go back to the house? Nah. I turned back around and started running again.

A man who was also jogging started to jog next to me. Something was odd about him. I tried my best not to stare at him but I could feel him looking at me and…was he getting closer to me?! I swear he was farther away from me!

Another man was jogging behind me. I could feel him. There was another one jogging in front of me. OK, this is too weird. Something's going on. I stopped running and noticed the other men stopped jogging. Who were these men?

"We finally found you." The man in front of me said walking toward me. He had a very nice voice I might add.

"Um…excuse me?" I said backing up. I remembered that there was a man behind me and I stopped to look at him. They smiled at me. I started to see their sharp teeth. What the hell? All three of them turned into some kind of werewolf type things. My body instantly went into fighting mode.

The werewolf that was in front of me lunged at me and grabbed me by the arm. The one behind me had a big brown bag in his hand. Shit, they wanted to kidnap me? But why?

I kicked the werewolf that held onto me in the gut. He coughed but didn't let go. I twisted out and started to kick and hit him at lightning speed. The werewolf was now on the ground lying on the floor. I felt myself get lifted up and thrown into a tree. That hurt like hell but I got up, popped my back and ran to the werewolf that threw me against the tree. I jumped onto him and twisted his neck with all my strength. He fell to the ground dead.

The other two came at me at the same time and one of them held onto me while the other punched, kicked, scratched and pretty much tore my body apart. I kicked backwards into the werewolf's man area. He's not going to be having kids. He let me go and fell to the ground. I kneed him in the face when he was on the ground and then kicked him in the head. Now, I'm not sure if he was dead but he wasn't moving when he was lying on the ground.

I turned around quickly and saw the last werewolf with a gun. The next thing I heard was a gunshot and pain…horrid pain in my left leg. Dear god, that hurt so freaking bad. Then the werewolf came up to me and punched me across my face. I landed to the floor. There's no way I'm going to be able to win this battle. I laid on the ground with tears starting to fill my eyes. That's unusual for me. I never cry. Not when I got my first tattoo and not when I got beat up my first time fighting.

I can't give up. Wait, maybe I can control his emotions. I turned over and got up. I spat the blood out of my mouth and looked straight in his eyes.

"Ready to give in already?" the werewolf growled at me. I focused on his emotions. He was determined. Determined to kill me I assume. Now, lets make him scared. I focused on him. I really wanted him to fear me. He looked right at me and then his eyes grew wide and he held up his gun and started firing at me. I ducked all but one, which landed in my right arm. The werewolf started backing up and ran away.

I dropped to the ground. I coughed. Uh. I don't feel so good. I need to get back to the house. I got up again and then with all my strength. I gritted my teeth and ran. My left leg was dead. I couldn't really move it. So I kind of limped quickly then flew.

Once I was up in the air I flew as high and as fast as my body would let me go at that moment, which wasn't that fast. When I got to the house I was so tired. My whole body was sore. I tried to land gracefully on the platform but ended up landing on my butt. I stood up. I felt the blood drip down my leg and my arm. Also I could feel blood drip on the side of my face. I looked down. I was covered in dirt, leaves, sticks, blood, and cuts and bruises. Lets just say I was a mess.

I took a deep breath in and let it out. I opened the door and prepared myself for whatever the flock's reactions going to be. As I walked in I closed the door and met four shocked eyes. Iggy was just looking my way. Since he couldn't see, he wasn't that shocked…yet.

"My god, what happened to you?" Max said as she made her way out of the kitchen. I walked up to her and leaned against the wall for support. I was about to collapse and fall apart in front of everyone.

"Its nothing. Just a few scratches." I said wearily. I took a deep breath in again because my body hurt so badly and then I released the breath and all the pain for a second. The pain started up again.

"A few scratches?! You got shot on your arm and leg! It looks like someone tried to cut your face off and failed. It looks like you got into a fight with Bigfoot who got a tree and repeatedly hit you with it, over and over and over-" Nudge started going on and on before I cut her off.

"Its nothing." I said coldly.

"You're going to need to get taken care of." Max said looking at me. "Um…I'm not sure how to do that so um Iggy? Maybe you can help?" Max said looking at Iggy. He stood up and followed Max's voice over to me. Not that I have anything against Iggy but he's blind. What's he going to do?

"Max, how bad?" he said. Max looked at me.

"Really bad." Max shook her head. "I mean I've never seen anyone this trashed!" she said shaking her head. Iggy nodded and walked over to the kitchen and rinsed his hands with soap and water for a few minutes and dried them off. He walked back over to me.

"OK, well I'm going to need to find out where all the cuts are." Iggy said looking at me. I raised an eyebrow. What's he getting at?

"I'm just letting you know because I don't want you to think I'm some pervert trying to feel you up." Iggy said. Oh. I see.

"I don't care." I said still leaning against the wall. Iggy nodded.

"OK well there's several cuts on her leg. There's also a bullet wound on her leg." Max said. Iggy brushed his hands lightly over my legs and felt each cut and bruise. He nodded. He kept moving his hands up until he reached my shorts. I blushed a bit but I looked down and leaned my head against the wall.

Iggy's hands were covered in my blood. Yes, I'm aware of how creepy that sentence was. Max came over and handed him a paper tower. He took it and wiped off his hands.

"Her arms are covered in the same things her legs were covered in. There's a bullet wound in her right arm." Max said. Iggy guided his hands along my arms. Then he did the same routine. Wipe off his hands then Max told him how screwed up my face was and he felt my face.

I saw him smile when he realized I was blushing, which made me blush more because I was so embarrassed!

"She also has what looks like cuts on her stomach." Max said looking down at my stomach. I did the same and noticed my short sleeve sweater was torn and what looked like four claw marks on it. Iggy nodded.

"Well were going to need the first aid kit for sure." Iggy said. He turned to Nudge. "I'm going to need some of you sewing needles and some thread." Nudge nodded and took off. "Max, can you start disinfecting the scalpel and tweezers?" Iggy asked. Scalpel? Oh no…

"Sure thing." Max said as she ran off. Gazzy and Angel stood wide-eyed.

"So what happened to you?" Gazzy asked. I groaned.

"OK, one thing at a time." Iggy said. "Lets get you to your bed room." Iggy said as he guided me to my room. I'm still so amazed how easily he could get around.

I collapsed on the bed and sighed. So nice and soft. It was like heaven after I had just finished an obstacle course threw hell. Iggy followed in threw the door and sat down on my bed. I closed my eyes. I wanted to sleep so badly but the searing pain wasn't going to let me.

Nudge came in and walked over to Iggy with a medium box in her hand.

"I have the needle and thread." Nudge said as she put the box in Iggy's lap. Iggy opened up the box and felt around.

"Ow." He said quietly. He probably pricked himself on a needle. Max came in with the first aid kit. She set the box on the nightstand and took out a towel and then a scalpel and the tweezers and laid them on the towel. She then took out the alcohol and put some one the towel and then started to disinfect the scalpel first. I shut my eyes again and tried not to think about how much pain I'm going to be in.

I felt an arm around my waist. I opened my eyes and saw it was Iggy's. He was helping me sit upright. He moved from my side and kneeled down in front of me. Max was finished disinfecting everything.

Iggy put on some gloves and got a cloth and put alcohol on it. How Iggy does it? I have no clue.

"This is going to hurt…a lot." Iggy said, as he was about to put the cloth on my bullet wound on my leg. Normally I'm really mature about these kinds of things but when he put the cloth on my leg the pain felt ten times worse.

"OW! SHIT!" I said really loud and moved my leg out of the way. Max gave me a look and shut my door so none of the little ones would hear me.

"You ready?" Iggy said, as he was about to continue doing his job. I nodded then realized he can't see me.

"Yeah." I said out loud. Iggy put the cloth on my leg. I almost screamed again but he finished cleaning my cut.

"Alright. Max I need the scalpel." Iggy said. Max put the scalpel in his hand. Iggy felt around the bullet wound with his gloved fingers. He was about to put the scalpel in but I grabbed his hand. He looked up at me.

"It's going to hurt huh?" I asked.

"Yeah." Iggy said. He really wasn't sure how else to say it. He tried to cut me again and I moved out of his way.

"Please Ali. Lets be grown up about this?" Iggy said. I laughed with little strength. When Iggy starts taking his own advice I will too.

"Max, do you want to extract the bullet?" Iggy asked. "I have an idea."

"Um sure. I don't know how too. Your going to need to talk me threw it, Ig." Max said as she took Iggy's spot. Iggy sat down next to me. He took my hand.

"You think you're in pain?" Iggy said. "You obviously didn't see the time when we messed with Dylan while he was asleep." Iggy laughed. "When he woke up he looked like he had just come back from a fairy princess party."

I smiled. Wow, can't really think of Dylan like that. I heard Iggy say something to Max. Probably something about getting the bullet out. I couldn't really focus because Iggy was still holding my hand and was now really close to me.

"How did you do it?" I asked. "I mean without waking up Dylan?"

"Well I had some assistance. Gazzy helped me." Iggy said. We continued to talk about funny stories and pranks that Iggy had pulled. There was one prank he did on Max that he didn't want to say out loud in front of Max so he leaned in and whispered in to me. I saw Max's expression. She was wondering what Iggy was telling me.

Before I knew it Max was finished. It didn't hurt too badly, thanks to Iggy. Max had disinfected my cuts and stitched them all up. I felt like a little kid who went to the doctor's office.

"Thanks Max." I smiled at her. She was so nice to me. I mean, even after I controlled her feelings, she was still willing to be nice and help me out. Max is really an amazing person.

"No problem." Max said getting up. "Now what happened?" Max asked sitting next to me.

"Um. Well I went out running and I jogged on this deserted trail that went threw the woods." I said. Iggy gave me a look that said 'wow what a stupid move'. "Anyway," I said ignoring Iggy "then these guys started to jog next to me. When I stopped they stopped, they also had very attractive voices."

"Really?" Max asked. She looked at Iggy who was looking down at my and his hands; they were still intertwined.

"Yeah and then get this…they turned into werewolf's!" I said half laughing. I couldn't believe it; well I guess I could since there's bird kids.

"Erasers…"Iggy said quietly. "Why do they want you?" Iggy said still looking down.

"Not sure." I said. "So these erasers were, I'm guessing, planning on kidnapping me. They had a big brown bag with them."

"Did they say anything to you?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Something like 'we finally found you' or something." I said.

"Maybe that crazy scientist knows you're with us." Max said as she got up.

"If that's the case then I need to leave." I said getting up. I pulled my hand gently away from Iggy. When I stood up I felt woozy and dizzy. "Whys the room spinning." I said as I held onto Iggy and Max for support.

"I don't want you to leave." Iggy added quietly. What's gotten into this boy?

"Neither do I. I'm going to talk to the flock and let them in on what's happening." Max said as she left. Now it was just Iggy and I…alone. Oh Gosh…

Hm...wonder what's going to happen????
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P.S. I had to ask my mom, whose a nurse, how to extract a bullet lol