Sorry for the inconvenience in time, I've just been busy for the last 5 months

Chapter 2:

I stayed up all night. I just couldn't stand the sudden silence. Yeah, Angel was dead, but it defiantly wasn't in our control. We all loved her in one way or another, but that certainly doesn't mean this has to be something that would get us killed over. The night grew deeper. At first I was freaking out, but I honestly have to say she was a little annoying, which in no way apply the idea that I think her ability to annoy justifies her tragic death.

Don't get me wrong, I WAS sad, but not really sad. The three things that strike me as tragic in the situation are:
One: She was born in such a terrible life. This whole thing wasn't her choice; and it's awful that It had to end like this.
Two: She died so early. Look at us, we're chased everyday to the brink of death, not to mention we age quickly, and we're bound to die pretty soon, but she just so happen to die in a early run. Pretty tragic.
Three: Everything. Just everything wrong with her life. Starvation, lack of schooling, battle, and death.

I wish Max, the new emo kid of the flock, would learn that cutting herself for something that you couldn't control is just foolish. Nudge was still awake, which I sadly just figured out, and staring me.

"Oh, Hey." I said trying to act nonchalant, though, the smirk on her face showed that she saw through me.
"So what have you been thinking about? Angel, I presume." She knew me well.
"Yeah. I always thought that when I was older, I would know how to get over any situation, but I was wrong." I wasn't telling the whole truth, just something that would satisfy her curiosity.
"Your lying... Hm, good night."

Smooth, Fang. Real smooth.

4:30 am

I was paranoid, or at least I was paranoid that I was paranoid... But if I wasn't really paranoid, but still paranoid about being paranoid, which I'm not, then I would still be paranoid from being paranoid, making a whole new paradox. Oh well. Either way, I'm paranoid. Paranoid of the possibility that the tension may never go away. Of course, al childish as the other can be, they are still mature on the inside, and would most likely move on.

I truly think that Max is avoiding me, under the suspicion that I don't have any feelings for the events in the last few days. There was no REAL way I could figure this out, but I did use a series of educated guesses. The entirety of the morning was spent flying, bandaging, and sleeping.

"Hey Nudge!" I whispered loudly.
"What is it?" She imitated me, only failing in a funny way.
"I need you to talk to max, see how she's feeling. It kept me up all night last night."
"Sure thing, and on the way, do you want me to pretend you didn't ask me to talk to her?" More sarcasm.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Also will you keep it real?"

Nudge rolled her eyes and walked over to Max.

"Hey Max, what's going on?"
"Oh, just trying to keep myself together. This whole trip was just a goddamn waste of our time." She slammed her fists against the concrete of the abandoned Strip mall that we had bunkered down in.
"Yeah, but if you didn't try to save Angel in the first place, then you would've blamed yourself for not trying."
"That's the problem; I'm blaming myself anyway."
"Look, You've got to get ahold of yourself someday, you can't go about dwelling in the past forever."
"Yeah, I just feel like this whole thing could have been avoided though a sheer lack of kindness. Ironic, at best."
"What?"
"If I hadn't saved that girl, then the gun wounds would have never had been inflicted. Simply meaning, I wouldn't have broken my wing, causing myself to spend four days in the wilderness, trying to heal faster. My determination and kindness killed Angel, who I was saving out of kindness."
"I know what irony is. I didn't understand, because you didn't bother telling us what happened to you."
"Oh yeah... Well, I guess you're right. I can't dwell in the past. I think we need to hunker down, anyway. Screw Philadelphia, screw hiding, we need to repeat what we've been doing for the past four years. Maybe it'll take them another four years to find us again."
"Whatever you say, but I don't know how the others will react."

Later...

"So, that's what Max said about the future." Nudge was sitting in a tree behind the strip mall. I waited for the first comment, because I wasn't going to be first.
Jake was questioning the logic given. "How do we go about doing this. Nowadays, you can't just walk into schools and houses and expect everything to be fine. Someone will notice that we're illegal aliens."
"It was only a suggestion," Max started, "This isn't what's going to happen, this is what might happen."
I arose. "You didn't answer his question. This isn't something you can Ignore. Even if this IS just a possibility, It's not realistic."
Everyone went silent. "What If we acted as ourself. Our REAL selves. We've got birth Certificates, right? That might work." Iggy was on to something
"Yeah, Iggy's on the right track, but how do we find this information?" I said looking confused.

There was silence for a second, but then Max Said something I didn't expect.
"We have to go to a subdivision in the school," Max paused, "We're heading to New York."

Thanks for the support I've been given. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in forever. Peace out.

~The IceCream Socialist