A/N: Haha! I am abso-freaking-lutely proud of myself for updating in less than 2 days, hahaha. So you guys should review to reward me, ya know. ;) Anyways, I had a little bit more freedom with this chapter, which is nice. And I didn't feel like I had to keep looking back at the book. This one's definitely a lot more creative and viewpoint-ish.

Chapter 7

So I guess the secret's out now. (Think back about me telling you that we're only 98% human) And now you know we're part jellyfish. Haha, just kidding, we're bird kids, or more preferably, Avian-Americans. Yes, I have freaking wings, man. All fourteen feet in its glory. Usually, it's pretty cool. Then you think back to all the experiments and the vomiting and the dog crates and suddenly, you feel like it's not what it's cracked up to be. But I have to admit, it would be pretty cool though to be part jellyfish. Then I could sting Iggy whenever he tried to pull pranks on me.

Pushing my wings up and down, we banked towards the black vehicle containing Angel. In a tight formation lead by Max, we headed straight for the Humvee. On the way, I snapped a long branch from a tree, dropped straight down, and jammed it into the front windshield.

"Hell, yeah," I could hear Iggy say, following from behind. He probably heard the glass breaking and the car completely swerving around. It was a pretty nice feeling. But our job wasn't over and Angel was still inside. I figured the jerks finally came into their senses and aimed a gun barrel at us. Seconds later, bullets were fired from all around us. Thank God we knew how to evade. I smashed another window with a branch.

That was for the ten worst years of my life, you twits, I thought. A bullet then zipped past just above my head. Holy...muffins, that was close.

"Angel!" Max shrieked above all the noise. "We're here! We're coming for you!" I looked behind me to trail the path of the mentioned bullet and noticed a clearing about two hundred yards away. I squinted enough, making out the faint outline of a chopper not too far away from here. I looked back at Max.

"Up ahead!" I called and she followed my gaze towards the trees. She met my eyes and we nodded at each other, silently realizing they were going to move Angel to the chopper. Finally, the Humvee's brakes screeched and out came an Eraser. I lunged at him with all the strength I had left. Unfortunately, I started to feel a searing pain on one arm, recoiling to a yell. The Eraser threw me straight to a tree, but I didn't have enough strength to come back at him and just lay there quiet, trying to fight the pain. My arm dripped with blood, but at least the bullet had only grazed me. Otherwise, Iggy would have to pull it out from him later on, and God knows how that's going to end.

I faintly remember leaning against the tree upside down and looking into distance, seeing Max letting the chopper go, with Angel peeping out of it and Ari holding a gun towards her head. He yelled something out to Max but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I gulped realizing Ari was leaving, with the youngest member of the flock. Even though I knew it would hurt, I gulped and a lump formed in my gagging throat. I tried to fight the feeling of my eyes closing shut, and horribly failing.

Angel, the one who was barely two when escaped from the whitecoats.

Angel, the one who I read stories to at night.

Angel, the one who walked in my room in the middle of the night when she was having nightmares.

Angel. Angel. Angel.

"I'm so so sorry, Ange," I whispered softly.

Slowly but surely I drifted into unconciousness, with one single tear escaping from my eye.

A/N: I'm hoping to update by tomorrow night. Have you guys ever realized I never update in normal hours, it's always in the early morning, Eastern time. Like right now, it's almost two in the morning. I have odd sleeping patterns. Hm. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to update again really really soon. And guess what? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON FRIDAY. So yeah. I'll treat you all to another update by then. How many times have I used the word update in this paragraph? Ugh, I feel like Nudge...not that it's a bad thing. But then again, it might not be a good thing either. THERE I GO AGAIN! So yeah. ANYway. Hmmm...a little dramatic, don't you think?

Iggy: *Gasp* Fangy-poo? Dramatic? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE FANGALATOR?

Fang: *facepalm*