Alright readers! I am bored, so I've decided to post a new chapter. And I'm going to try to make it LONG! Happy?

But there's a catch.

Nah, I'm just teasing.

Or am I?

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Ok then. Time for da story.

My wings were useless. The rope was burning my arms and my face, and I was practically falling to my death.

Sounds great, right?

I tried to break the net pathetically, seeing the ground come into view. My hand came back scraped raw and bleeding. Note to self: Rope be strong. You be not.

Ari, where are you?

Out of the blue, my wings were pushed back into my spine. I heard a sickening crack, and my head snapped back.

Everything turned black as I was encased in darkness.

"Whas' goin on?" I asked groggily. I looked up to see two identical blurry faces. The two faces turned into one, and I realized that I was in a freaking net and remembered. I tentatively touched my split lip and mentally cursed.

I looked around, took in my surroundings. Nothing but desert. No people, no cops, no nobody 'cept for me and this guy. Crap.

The man was definitely creepy. He seemed like a man from some spy movie- the classic sunglasses, hair cut short, you get the picture.

The only difference was that this creep was wearing basketball shorts and an Aeropostale t-shirt.

But that doesn't matter.

"Wha'dyou want?" I managed to utter through my split lip. I tried to glare, but it only caused me more pain. I grimaced instead.

The man didn't answer. He just laughed and hoisted me, net and all, into the back of his beat up pickup truck. My wings bumped against the ground and I grit my teeth, annoyed.

Pain is just a message, pain is just a message, pain is just a message, ignore it, ign-

The weirdo in the truck started the engine and sped into the rocky desert. Every rock and bump equaled another blow for me.

I bet you're wondering why I haven't tried to fight back yet.

Well, I kind of fell a few million feet in a net onto some rocks, for God's sake. Heck, it's a miracle I even survived! If that happened to you, I don't think you would be up to much fighting, would you? Well, considering you're human, you would probably be dead right now. But back to the story.

So, where were we?

Right. I was getting thrown around in the back of a truck.

In case you haven't realized it yet, I was hurt pretty bad. At this rate I would be scrambled eggs by the time this dude reached wherever we were going.

I was just about ready to throw up from all the twisting and turning when the truck took a literally ninety degree turn and I was thrown out of the truck and into a stupid cactus.

The truck kept going, its driver oblivious to the fact that his captive was MIA. (A/N: in case ya don't know, that stands for 'missing in action' in the army)

I laughed in victory for a few minutes, then remembered I was still stuck to a cactus.

I managed to pry myself of of the dumb plant (with much difficulty. Let's leave out the details and just say it involved a lot of cursing, frustration, screaming, punching, etc.) and pull out all the needles from my already beat-up back.

I pushed myself up from the sandy ground and attempted to walk, still stuck in my net. I winced as my foot touched the ground, and decided that it was probably broken, and that trying to walk was probably useless.

I sighed and rolled around, trying to get as comfortable as one could get in a rope net.

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottled of beer..." I began dreamily. Of course, I had no idea how to sing, but it was a better option than- wait, I didn't really have another option. Except for cactus-spotting. But nobody does that.

When I finished singing about beer, I did coke. Than water, than milk, than chocolate milk. I tried to rap, but my song ended up about purple polka-dotted ponies. I gave up on my dreams of being a pop star (as if. and that was sarcasm there.) and began to think.

Of course, my first thought was the flock.

Every time I thought about them, I became conflicted. I felt angry, loss, confusion. Misery, hopelessness, happiness. Practically everything. Just a day or two ago, I wanted nothing more than to give them a taste of their own medicine. But- now I wasn't so sure.

I decided to think about something else. But what to think about?

School? Didn't have it. Friends? As if. Love life? HA. Parents? Family? That= tearfest.

AKA, I had nothing to think about that wouldn't make me sad, scared, conflicted, angry, or miserable.

Thanks life.

So I decided to sleep.

After the days events, I was obviously tired, so sleep easily overcame me. But my sleep was restless, and filled with nightmares and horror.

I woke up feeling miserable.

I mean, who wouldn't? I had sunburn, I was stuck in a net, practically every bone in my body has broken, I had just been kidnapped and then been tossed out of a truck onto a cactus- I glared pointedly at the nearest cactus- and now I was stuck on the sandy desert floor.

Then, as if to make my party complete, I saw Jeb. With erasers.

"You've failed, Evelyn. I thought you could do this, but apparently you can't. It's time for you to go back to the school," He smiled, as if he had been looking forward to this happening.

"But-" then, as if on cue, I blacked out for the second time in twenty-four hours and feel into darkness.

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