You know I was looking back on the chapters I've written and realized something they are really short. And I would just like to say don't blame me blame James Patterson (though he is an admittedly awesome author) for writing in such short chapters. So I sorry…hehe. Any who I must get on with the story and stop writing crap author's notes. Sorry…again.

Disclaimer: .ediR mumixaM nwo ton od I (IF you can read this good for you, give yourself a pat on the back. If you can't well then I'll just say you probably aren't the sharpest crayon in the box and print this sentence out and put it up to a mirror or go ask someone who does know.)

Fang's POV (Chapter 6)

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I felt someone poking me, and took all my willpower not to slap them. Though it probably wouldn't have been a very hard slap considering how I'm feeling. I decided to open my eyes so the person poking might stop. They didn't. And the reason why was because it was Iggy who was poking me, and I guess when your blind you can't tell when someone opens their eyes. Thankfully Gazzy saw I was awake and told Iggy to stop.

Nudge saw I was awake too, and decided to fill me in on what happened. "Fang! Thank goodness you're okay. We thought you wouldn't wake up for hours. But guess what? It's horrible. Angel got kidnapped by the erasers and Max is still knocked out, so we didn't know what to do. And…"

Once I heard Max was still out I jumped up. I was so worried that they did something else that the others didn't notice. Don't tell anyone else I said this (EVER), but I was actually relived when Nudge said it was Angel who was kidnapped not Max. Once again I had no idea why I was feeling this way. I just labeled it as worrying what we would do without Max, and that I didn't want to be leader. Then I saw Max still knocked out and ran full speed towards her.

As I leaned over her I heard Gazzy say, "Max?" and she moaned in response.

Then she croaked out, "I'm okay," and tried to sit up, but wasn't having much success with it. She looked around, and seemed to notice someone was missing. I heard her strained voice, "Where's Angel?"

I met her warm chocolate eyes filled with worry, and responded. "She's gone. They took her."

She looked like she was going to faint again, and I got ready to catch her. Then to my surprise she slowly got up. She reached toward me and I thought she needed me to help her up, but instead she leaned against me. This shocked me and probably the rest of the flock; Max never ever showed weakness. Usually I would make some snide comment, but held back because I knew she must feel like crap to lean against me. Plus the fact that she was most likely worried sick about her baby, Angel (I hope you realize Angel's not her real baby).

Still leaning against me and trying to stay upright I heard her say urgently, "We've got to get her before they –, "she couldn't go on, and we all knew why as memories fill our minds making us all cringe. Then she somehow continued, "Check in, guys - are you up for a chase?" I knew I was. I looked around as the rest of the flock said yes in their own way.

Just then I noticed Iggy coking his head slightly to the side. I immediately started listening not wanting to miss anything. Then I heard it; it was a faint engine noise.

"There!" Iggy said, pointing.

We all ran as fast as we could, but still stiffly and clumsily toward the sound. About a hundred yards through the woods brought us to a sharp drop-off maybe fifty feet above an old, unused logging road.

I saw it then s black Humvee, it was dull with dust and mud. We all ran faster knowing that Angel was in there, and where they were probably taking her.

Max cried, "Let's get her!" as she backed up about ten feet. We all scurried out of the way as she ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped. Then I watched as she unfurled her wings and began to fly.

euge! (That's Latin by the way) I got through another chapter. Do you know what I realized? You don't. Well then I'll tell you. This is a great excuse for homework (in my mind at least) because you can say "But if I don't finish this then all my readers will be disappointed (though I know not whether that's true or not) and I can't leave them hanging." I'm so proud of myself for coming up with that excuse. :D

recenseo? (This is Latin once again by the way.)