NB: If you recognize it I don't own it so
The boy smiled as he saw Fang collapse on the ground, his face covered in the knock-out drug he had made. Max was hanging limply in his arms, he'd injected her with a stronger drug just so she wouldn't wake up till morning and he could get her back to the apartment. Jumping up he started to pump his wings back and forth, making a steady ascent into the cool night sky; he was only slightly upset that Max wasn't able to enjoy the sight with him.
"Guys, I think he's waking up, maybe you should get some water or something."
Fang heard a voice somewhere near his head, groaning he sat up and tried to remember what had happened the night before.
"Fang are you ok? You've been out for around 4 hours; we found you collapsed in the middle of the camp. And then we tried to wake you up but you didn't even move and then we got really panicked because we thought you might have injured yourself again and then-" Iggy put his hand over Nudge's mouth. She was speaking at an incredibly fast speed; even for her and Fang was having trouble keeping up. Then he remembered
"Max…where is she?" He asked with his eyes still closed
"That's just it, um Fang she's gone." Iggy knelt down to Fang's level, "What happened last night?"
"Max was on first watch and I was about to swap when…god what the hell happened next?" His mind was pulling a complete blank, and then the boy's face came to mind
"There was a boy…around our age; he sprayed me with something, like a drug and I saw him grab Max."
"Crap. Do you think he was an Eraser?" Iggy asked
"No. More like another bird kid."
The rest of the Flock's eyes opened their eyes as wide as they could.
"T-There are more kids like us?" The Gasman spluttered, his innocent looking face suddenly contorted in confusion
"Yeah…remember those kids in the Institute; a few of them had wings just like us. I just think they were considered failures; maybe they were weaker than us or something. Maybe he was one of them, but why would he want Max?" Nudge eventually tailed off and the others were faced with her question.
"We have to find her. I don't even know what he wants with Max or why he took her."
The others nodded and jumped into the air, flying into the horizon.
Max was sleeping soundly on the bed; her normally worried face was completely devoid of emotion and she looked almost peaceful. He'd never seen her remotely like that; at the School she'd always been uptight, always watchful only ever relaxing when the white-coats passed her cage. Those had been dark years, and now four years later she was back with him again and they couldn't take her away from him. The boy began to shake. They couldn't take him back there, he was stronger. He would fight them and then it would be just him and Max. Together at last. This time she wouldn't resist him.
