Okay, so I think that this story is going to be hella short. Um… Yes. I doubt it's going to make the chapter twenty mark, but I've been wrong before with Constellations, so we'll just see how it plays out.

THEMESONGS:

The Middle ~ Jimmy Eat World

Kinda Like a Big Deal ~ Clipse

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10. Happiness Never Happened

"What the hell happened?"

The words surprised me, because it was almost like as soon as darkness covered me, my eyes opened to see a bright room. The hotel suite.

I looked around, seeing Jeb just about to leave the room. I knew he was here. I just felt it.

He looked slightly taken aback, but spoke. "Erasers crashed the party. Somehow, you guys got sick –"

"Gene enhancers." I jumped off the bed and made my way towards the chair where my jacket was. "Must've over dosed. It was in the water supply at the cabin."

With a flash I had the jacket pulled on, my wings going on their own accord as they popped out of their cut holes, and made a couple of feathers fall out in the process. The hood was caught on my head, but I didn't have the chance to push it back as I slipped on my Keds.

"How long have I been out?" I demanded as I got out of my room and powered down the hallway. "Are the others still the same?"

Jeb followed close behind as I walked to the other kids' rooms. "Yeah, I think Claire's up –"

"Excellent. Max will be coming some time soon, right?"

"Um…"

"Oh, that's right, you don't know." I trilled with laughter. "Go make me some coffee, won't you?"

And that was when things got a tad sketch.

Everything began to spin, and I dropped to a knee hard. Damn. I pressed my hand to my forehead that burnt my palm it seemed so hot. I blinked.

"Madi –"

"Shit's going down in this bitch." I lost balance even kneeling, landing against the wall beside me with a thump. "And I can't even fight? What the hell is this?"

"Maybe you should –"

"I'm gonna chill on the couch, and ride this out." I said as I staggered to my feet, not even the slightest bit interested in Jeb's suggestion. Asinine traitors don't get the right to talk when I'm around.

Somehow, I'd manage to stumble on the couch. I closed my eyes as I stretched out. "Make me a damn coffee, and mix in that fucking antidote I know you have." I snapped to wherever Jeb was.

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In all honesty, I wasn't sure if Jeb had this said 'antidote' at all. I don't even know what came over me to say it. But, when I did have the coffee, I did begin to feel better almost instantly. Maybe he did…

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Smap!

"What the fuck!" I bolted upright, my left fist already flying and colliding with something that gave a very satisfying crunch.

"Ow!" A moan from the other side of the room made my thoughts clear and I blinked.

Only to stare into a pair of warm chocolate brown eyes that looked absolutely furious, with honey blonde hair fluttering around blemish free skin. I looked to the other side of the room to see tall, dark, and handsome with a bleeding nose.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded when I finally got my bearings. "I already gave you guys a damn warning!"

"Where's Angel?" Max demanded, and I looked back at her.

Cold dread roared through my veins faster than any fire.

"What?" I said slowly.

"Where's Angel?" She cried.

My wings snapped out from behind me and I bolted up faster than any bolt of lighting. I landed over the couple, already on my feet and scrambling towards the kids' rooms.

I opened the door to the girls' room, only seeing Nudge and Claire zonked out. Angel's bed was messy, but there was no girl to be found.

A slight breeze from the open window made all senses go on hyper drive.

I ran into the room, already shaking Claire's comatose form. "Claire!" I snapped. "Claire!"

"Wha…?" She mumbled, turning over on her other side.

I jumped on the bed lightly, tiptoeing over her body until I was on the other end. Without a moment's hesitation, I pushed her body off of the bed.

"What the – ?" Claire demanded as she scrambled up.

"Angel's gone." I said, and realization clouded her green eyes. "It's show time."

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Once everyone had woken up and was assembled, we met in the living room. I'd already decided long before that I was to leap off of the terrace and go flying to Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen and knock on his door. None too nicely, either.

Because, believe it or not, I think that my action will save the FAX couple. So Fang won't have to die, and I can keep a clearer head in the situation, with knowing what to expect.

"I should go." Max said from the door of the terrace, already seeming to gun to go.

"No, you shouldn't." I informed her without a pause.

"Why not?" She demanded incredulously. "That's my baby out there, she could be –"

"She's just fine. Making dealings with the Devil as we speak, no doubt."

"Oh, my God, she's not even like that!" She snapped.

"Psh, not from what I've seen." I scoffed.

"Ugh! Would it kill you to show a little compassion? Think about it from my point of view!"

I already have. I wanted to retort.

"Why? I love mine so much more. And yes, it would." I said instead, while her jaw dropped.

I rolled my eyes. So dramatic. "Claire will be in charge." I said shortly, glancing at Claire to see the tail end of her nod.

I walked towards the door to the terrace, glaring at Max until she took a step aside so I could get out with no blocking whatsoever.

"And I'm going." I told everyone, but mainly to her. "Alone."

Once on the terrace, I started running. I didn't pause when at the railing, instead grabbing it and hoisting myself over so I was now falling. My wings snapped open in a flash, and I was on my way. Something inside of me just seemed to know where to go, and I hoped that that was enough.