Chapter 11

Angel's POV

Now that Max and he Flock are here, I can finally tell them what had happened hours previously. Trying not to move, I carefully sat up, only to be gently pushed back by Max.

"I… picked up some of their thoughts… the attackers," I say quietly. In unison, the Flock turned, and stared at me with wide eyes. "Well don't just sit there, tell us!" yelled Gazzy, as he leaned closer towards the bed.

"The smaller of the two, he was thinking about 'sticking to the plan.'" Silence spread around the small room, as each of them tried to process what I'd just said.

Max and Fang were silent, with serious expressions, while Nudge, as always, was blabbering away, and Gazzy muttered something under his breath. "How about the other?" asked Fang, breaking the silence.

This is what I've been waiting to tell them. "He was seeking revenge…on Dylan." More silence followed these words, until Fang stood, his chair making loud scraping sound against the floor.

Fang's POV

Now that does it, I thought. Dylan's done enough damage to the Flock, and I wont let him damage it any further. I got up from my chair, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.

Max's POV

"I'll be back," I said, heading the door. Opening it, I flung myself into the hallway, and followed him. Rounding the corner, I caught a glimpse of his dark hair as he vanished.

Fang was in his room, sitting silently on the bed, hands balled up in fists. Before I had the chance to say something, he reached towards the nightstand, and flung the lamp against the wall. Bouncing off, it laid there, pieces scattered across the floor.

Iggy's POV

"Ella, slow down would you?" I asked, tripping over my own feet for the tenth time. "Sorry 'bout that, Ig" she said, slowing her pace. She grabbed my hand once more and led me into a loud room, which I recognized immediately as the cafeteria.

"Here," she said as she handed me a small plastic cup. "Is it blue?" I asked. "Yes! Iggy did you get your eyesight back?!" Ella yelled excitedly. "Umm, no not really. I can only see faint traces of white, like snow, and if I touch something, I can determine the color." Ella hugged me tightly. "That's great Iggy! Some sight is better than none at all."

Slowly, I pulled away from her, and smiled. "You've got that right," I said, hugging her once more.