Discalimer : i own nooothing

And thank you guys for your reviews!!!! I will now try and improve my punctuation ;) and after reading through it, some of it could make more sense :S but oh well, nobody's perfect and I shall try to improve and Max isn't dead yet because of her super bird kid powers ;)

And the beginning of this chapter is in no one's point of view, so that's why I can describe things ect ")

Chapter 4

"Angel, can you sense Max yet?" Iggy asked?

The small Flock of four had all set of for town as soon as Angel has realised Max had gone. Now they were halfway to the nearest town, franticly scanning the grounds and skies for their missing Flock member. Jeb and Dylan had stayed behind, as Jeb definitely wasn't wanted, and Dylan still hadn't perfected his flying technique yet.

"No, I keep searching, but all I can find is you three. Either she's in town, in the high street, surrounded by people, or she's unconscious."

Iggy heard a slight tremble to her voice, and moved slightly to the left so he could brush Angel's wing with one of his own.

"I'm sure we'll find her Ange. She won't have gone far. Lets split, 'kay? Me and you can go tha-"

"ZOMG!! Is that Max?? What's that there? Over there, on the ground? It's all crumpled, and is that, is that a wing? It looks like it! I think its Max! We so have to go over there! She could be hurt! I mean, if she's lying down with her wings out, she probably fell, so is she hurt? Come on! We have to go! Lets go! I'm going guys!" Nudge interrupted Iggy with her famous Nudge-Channel, before altering the angle of her tawny wings slightly so that she was carried downwards.

Iggy, Angel and the Gasman all followed, speeding up at the prospect of finding their leader. Powerful winds buffeted them as the sky began turn a sickly grey.

Please, please let this be Max. We need her. Iggy silently sent the thought to the sky as he bowed his head to the gusts of freezing air.

The four bird-kids landed less than gracefully on the rocky ground, stumbling over the sharp rocks that were scattered over it. They ran towards the crumpled heap that was Max, stepping around her wings, careful not to pull out any feathers as they turned her over.

Her face was dirty and tired, covered in a light coating of grime and sweat. Her dress was torn and disgusting, covered in dust from the ground. She looked like death. Her eyes were closed, and she wasn't moving.

"Max?" The Gasman sounded scared and young, his voice thick with tears. "Max? Are you okay?"

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Max, are you okay?" I heard Gazzy ask in a trembling voice. Where was I? Ugh. My head was killing me. My wings ached, my back ached, hell, my entire body ached.

I opened my eyes to see four worried faces gazing down at me. Well, Iggy was looking at my ear, but still.

"What are you guys doing here?" I didn't even know what I was doing here. I registered dark storm clouds overhead, and a scratchy, uncomfortable ground. My wings were stretched out painfully behind me.

I sat up, my head spinning, as Iggy replied "What are we doing here? We're searching for you, that's what!" His voice started to rise as his anger took hold. "We're here because you decided to swan of to town for no reason after lying in your room like a recluse for 3 weeks! We're here because we didn't know if you were dead! We're here because we were worrying about you when you were pining after Fang! He's GONE Max, GONE! Can't you get it into your head! He isn't coming back! HE. IS. GONE!!!"

I had stayed quiet through Iggy's rant, but now I was making little whimpering sounds as tears coursed down my cheeks. My shoulders were shaking as Iggy's eyes softened and he pulled my close. I sobbed into his shoulder because he had spelled it out for me. Fang was gone. Gone. He wasn't coming back. For the past three weeks, I hadn't accepted that fact, I had shoved it to the back of my mind, not fully realising it. But now I knew. Now I knew that Fang was gone, and he had left me behind. Left the Flock behind.

Left his child behind. The thought struck me as I felt one of the positive pregnancy tests dig into my hip as I hugged Iggy tighter. I felt small hands patting my hair as I sobbed harder. Fang had left me, and now I was pregnant with his child. He wouldn't be there to hold my hand, to share my joy and my sadness. He wouldn't be there to play with his child, to watch them laugh and grow.

Sure, the Flock were still here with me, but really, I was alone.