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"Mira?" Screamed a frazzled Max. She was lying on the ground and she looked like a mess. Her wings were half opened and at awkward angles and her leg was bleeding badly, dried blood was encrusted onto her jeans.

"In the flesh," I replied "What up cuz?"

The look of confusion grew on her features. "I thought you were dead!" she said numbly.

"No, we were doing much worse than that, but that's not important." I exclaimed.

"Max," someone said, looking around I saw a woman lying on the ground. She was about Max's height and wore a flour-smudged apron like she'd been baking. "You know these kids?"

"Yeah," she winced simply, "we tried to help them escape from one of Mr. Chu's labs once, when we were trying to get to you, mom."

Mom? This was Max's mom? I looked subtly from Max to the woman. They did kind of have a resemblance…

"Yeah, and we couldn't help but notice you didn't even mention us on your website! I have half a mind to sue." Snapped the oh-so-cheery Graves.

Smidge clocked him upside the head and scolded him. "Graves, be nice!"

Graves just glared and muttered, "I'm not a dog."

"Hey!" gasped Ozzie, "what do you have against dogs?"

"Nothing, nothing Ozz. Just chill."

"Guys," Minnow said, exasperated, "Can we not do this now?"

From my far left I could hear one of the guys, Iggy if I'm right, whisper, "Jeez, no wonder that escape failed. They are the embodiment of ADD."

Gazzy and Nudge snickered at his comment

Great, we hadn't even been there for five minutes and already they thought we were a joke. This couldn't happen, somehow we had to redeem ourselves.

"Um, in case no one has noticed, Max is laying on the ground, shot and bleeding," said Fang, "She needs help."

Everyone quieted immediately. Fang turned back to Max and kneeled by her side. "Where's the bullet hole?"

"Not sure," she answered "but check my left calf."

He lifted her slightly and turned her over on her stomach. Sure enough, there it was, a blood-soaked tear in her jeans. It looked pretty darn bad as far as bullet holes go. No doubt there was some was some muscle damage.

"We need to get the bullet out before she starts to heal," he said calmly, "Dr. Martinez, you think you could…"

The apron lady had a grave look on her face, "I don't think so. Not without the right equipment."

"Dammit," he spat.

"Fang!" Max gasped, "Not in front of Angel."

With all the concern he had he still managed to throw her a look and say: "Max, the kid reads minds. There's not much you can hide her from."

The situation didn't look good, not at all. I snuck a peek at Graves but he looked normal, obviously not picking up any deaths. We were safe, for now at least.

"You need equipment? Like a razor?" asked Minnow. "If it's something like that I got 'em." She unsheathed her claws. Dr. Martinez's eyes grew wide and Nudge yelled from a distance.

"Whoa! She's like the X-men!"

"You mean Wolverine," corrected Gazzy.

After the initial shock the Dr. shook her head. "No, sorry. Some tweezers would be better, the razors will only make the area more painful and cause unnecessary damage."

Crud. I checked over to Graves one more time. Still I got an idea.

"So, all you need to do is just get the bullet out causing as little damage as possible?" I asked.

"That would be an ideal situation. If we were to cut through too much we could worsen the damage to her muscle."

My answer didn't skip a beat. " I can do that."

Ignoring the questioning looks I walked over to Max and squatted. "This might feel a little weird but no matter how it feels I need you to keep as still as you can." She nodded and said, "Just do whatever you can." She lay down and became as still as a board. Examining the wound I found the ideal position for entry and phased my hand through her legs. Trust me it's a lot less gross than it seems. It felt kind of like running your hand through a thick liquid. I probed around until a hard hunk bumped against my finger. Max winced. I pinched the bullet between my semi-solid index finger and thumb. Once I had a grip, I made both my hand and the bullet completely intangible. Pulling it out was a breeze.

"Done, it's out." I told Max.

"Good," she groaned.

Dr. Martinez shook off her surprise. She tore a piece of cloth from her apron and tied it around Max's leg to act as a tourniquet.

"So," she said casually, "You guys do anything else?"

"Tons!" yelped Ozzy. "Like, I can morph and Minnow here can stop time on top of the claw thing. And Shady-"

"I control elements, " Shady interrupted "And nullify powers at will."

Dr. Martinez nodded not looking up from Max's leg.

"How about you?" Asked a girl I hadn't really noticed before. She looked like she was about 12. Her features looked remarkably like the Doctor. She was pointing at Smidge.

"I teleport," she replied, "but only to places I've been."

"And him?" The girl said.

"That's Graves." I said quickly. Graves hated kids, and he hated questions even more, needless to say this was not a good combination.

"I sense death." He said in a completely anti-social way. If he could have growled at her he would have. She backed off sensing the animosity in his tone.

An awkward silence fell over the group and soon Dr. Martinez's job was done. Max sat up slowly and struggled to stand. Trying to support her weight on both feet but failed and tumbled to the ground.

"Max," Dr. Martinez said, "You can't walk on the leg until it heals."

"I'm fine mom," Max grunted, "really." She tried to stand again only to have the same outcome as last time. The only difference is that Fang was there to catch her. He grabbed her arm just as her bad leg gave way from under her.

"No, you're not walking. Not without a crutch." He said then slung her arm around his neck for support. I'm not too sure, but I could have sworn I saw Max blush a little, if she did she snapped out of it fast.

"Ok, we need to keep moving. We'll make our way further into the woods then make camp and figure out where to go from there."

Our group trudged further into the forest. We walked in little groups of two or three, Ozzy and Gazzy walked together exchanging jokes. Nudge and Shady were paired and were talking in a super jumble. Smidge walked along side Iggy and Minnow was with Angel, all the while Graves and Fang walked abreast acting all emo and quiet. I went along with Max in complete silence. After a time she was the first to break the air.

"Mira," she said," Why are you here?"

"We need help," I answered, " We had no other choice. You and the flock are the only ones who can help us."

"So, you guys finally managed to break out?"

"Yep."

There was another span of silence. Max was busy scanning the path in front of us, a distant look plastered on her face.

"Look," I sighed, "If it's too much to ask of you just say so."

"It's not," she answered, "I just want to know one thing."

"What?" I asked reluctantly.

"The others. The time stopper, the teleporter, and the shifter, they aren't the same experiments we tried to break out last time. What happened to the others?"

I was afraid of this question. It was not a very pleasant thing to think about. The question was how to I break it to Max?

"They…were made examples of." I said tensely. We left it at that.

Eyeliner_Vampire: Oh, jeez guys. I'm sorry for the inconvenience for the long writing period. It was all Dreamers fault! Lol, jk. It was some of mine too. I'll get to writing the next chapter as soon as I'm done with my Latin homework. ;] See ya.

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