GUYS! THIS IS A LONG ONE! With its very one NEW POINT OF VEIW! I'm sure you can guess who's!

Reviews Are Love

HAPPY READING!

Chapter 11

(Shadow's POV)

I walked through the hall with Angel and the flock after school. The flock was confused but Angel was excited.

A whitecoat rounded the corner and gave us a suspicious look, "Where are you going?" He asked glaring.

"We're going outside. Don't worry we're not going to run away. You can trust me." I said and the flock stood still.

The whitecoat smiled at me, "Hope you get a lot of fresh air," before walking away.

I turned and smiled at the flock, "Brilliant power huh? My voice can do stuff." I said grinning before we continued down the hall.

We came across a group of five flyboys and 2 Erasers. We took them apart at once.

I noticed Fang blink and hold it for an extra second. He was reading our minds while fighting?

I swung a leg at the flyboy's lower back making it snap.

(Fang's POV)

As I blinked extra long I was suddenly kicked in the side. I gasped and my eyes flew open. I gasped again and attacked the flyboy. The world looked the same but I could hear everyone else. I forced my eyes not to blink before they gave in. It was still the same.

I heard Max's mind as she saw my awed face, what? She thought before saying, "Fang, what's wrong with your eyes?"

The flyboys and Erasers were knocked out or broken now and everyone was staring at my eyes, "What?" I asked.

"The colour part is black!" Max said walking to me. She examined my eyes.

"I don't know but I can hear your thoughts." I said frowning.

Max looked thoughtful before saying, "Stop reading our minds for a second." She said.

I focused on closing down my mind reading. I kept my eyes open before I heard them make a collective gasp.

"What?" I asked.

"It was so cool! It was like your eye had a drop of brown water colour paint dropped into the outside edge of the colour area." Nudge said, "Try to read my mind." She said excited.

I read her mind. I never really enjoyed reading her mind. It was worse then her talking. It was so fast it was hard to understand.

They made another collective gasp.

"What?" I asked though clenched teeth feeling frustrated.

"Well it's like someone dropped a glop of black water colour paint into the lenses of your eyes! It was so cool! It was all spidering out like the brown except the brown was spidering in instead of out!" Nudge squeaked.

"Is spidering even a word?" Gassy muttered to Iggy who shrugged.

"Well, cool, but can we go?" I asked feeling more frustrated by their watchful eyes.

They nodded and we ran out of there. We made a clean get away in many respects.

I flew fast and strong. Shadow tried to follow me closely but the only person who could ever keep up at my full speed was Max.

I was in a hurry. My mind automatically guided me in the direction of Sorrow.

I was leading because I was the only one who knew where I was going. I heard Max come up beside me and I scanned the ground. "We need to land. The little ones can't keep up with you." Max said smiling.

I sighed, "Fine, I call first watch." I said automatically.

"Sure Fang," Max said in a tired tone, I glanced at her face, I could tell she wasn't in the mood for arguing at the moment, and we searched for a cave or something. We landed in a cave. As soon as the others were asleep I took out my sketch book and pencil.

I closed my eyes and my hand flew across the page without me opening my eyes. Once I had the basic look of Sorrow on the page I opened my eyes and started to work on details.

I worked the shading and I smiled. Sorrow still looked sad but there was a light in his eyes when I saw him now. It was like he knew; he knew I was coming for him.

Maybe he could read my emotions as well as I read his physical pain. In a way the people who've hurt us have lead us to each other.

Once I was satisfied I flipped over the page and started to draw the cave and the flock as they slept. I kept a careful eye out but was also focusing on creating a perfect image.

I've had a sketch book since I was 10 and a half. I would draw at night when I was bored and I was sick of rereading stories. My sketch book was no secret. The flock new that I was good at drawing and that I kept a sketch book. They never really asked to see it but I would have shown them if they wanted to.

I've only had one sketch book. The thing was basically a dairy. The pictures told my story. I had the amazing ability to remember a scene for a very long time. So at night I'd just draw it. I have drawings from when I was happy and laughing with Max and Iggy. I had Angel's first steps.

Although my first picture was of myself sitting in my room in silence, I was staring off out the window. That was meant to remind me of Shadow and symbolize that I'd faced worse pain. I drew myself lying in a bed. I drew Iggy and Gassy in the corner and the whitecoat and Jeb. I basically drew what happened. I captured the glossy lost look in my eyes. I tapped the paper with my pencil.

I put my stuff away and leaned against the wall. When it was Max's watch I woke her up and went to sleep.

In the morning I practically kicked everyone out of the cave. I flew fast. I swung to the left and the flock followed. I frowned at the ground. There were just miles and miles of luscious green forest to comb through. I slowed down, we were close. I flew in one spot turning in a circle. We were far away from any town, any city, any road. I heard a muffled scream and I convulsed as pain shot through me.

"Big mistake pal," I growled under my breath.

Shadow was suddenly at my side, "Where?" She asked in a whisper.

"Tell the other's to wait." I snarled and I shot north 20 meters. I saw a small cabin nestled into the green and I dived. At a glance I saw the flock flying away and Shadow following after me. I landed and Shadow landed beside me. I looked at her and we both nodded. We walked forwards towards the cabin.

I kicked the door and it practically fell off its hinges. There was a table with cards on it. Two stunned men sat there with cards in their hands and cigarettes in their mouths. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

There were two main rooms, Sorrow's room, the main room, and two bathrooms. One bathroom was for the men and one was for Sorrow.

The main room had a single bed in it so I guessed the men took shifts at night.

I snarled under my breath and we moved towards each other at the same time. I reached back a fist and punched. It was time to end this.

(A/N: I was going to leave it here… be thankful!)

(Sorrow's POV)

My life was and is about pain. My life is about the emotions of others, because the only one I feel is pain. My life is about doing what I'm told, even though I don't want to. My life is about the sorrow that has covered my heart. I'm an empty shell. Too many years of misery do that to you.

I lay on my side because if I lay on my back my wings would cause more pain then my fractured ribs. My right ankle was broken and swollen. My dark chocolate eyes were constantly circled with black and blue and my skin was as pail as paper even though it should be olive.

I had 5 things that made up my 'room'. Wooden walls and ceiling, cold hard wooden floors, a swinging light bulb, a drip in the ceiling I got water from, a door that lead to the bathroom, which consisted of just a toilet and sink, and there was a door that even if I had the energy to get up and try to force it open nothing would happen.

I knew I had two siblings. I'd seen them in my visions of people in emotional pain. They were always the clearest people.

One was a girl, with long black flowing hair and a beautiful face and chocolate brown eyes.

The other was a boy the same age. He was the one I saw more often than anyone on earth. He was in constant pain, but it wasn't physical. It was a pain that couldn't be judged by how hard your opponent hit you, it was emotional pain. He had hair that always seemed to be in his eyes and chocolate brown eyes that looked flat most of the time except when he let someone see his true emotions.

Lately I'd seen him lying in a bed and not moving. It hurt me to see him like that, more then the beatings I received from my captors. I felt a shred of hope though. I'd seen him with a determined look on his face as he shot through the sky. I could feel the hope, the anticipation. He was coming for me.

They fed me occasionally but other wise I just tried to get the drops from the ceiling to fall into my chapped lips. I no longer found it nasty like when I first came here. I was covered in too much dirt and blood to care.

I heard noise outside and I twitched with fear they were angry again. When they got angry they hit me. I was their punching bag.

I crawled slowly to the corner with the drip. I looked at the puddle that had formed there. I saw my reflection. Dirt was caked on my face. I watched my reflection. The brown frightened eyes stared back at me.

I heard something heavy fall. It made a thump sound, not a crash. I had a second to wonder what it was. I pulled myself into a small ball and tried to sink into the corner. I whimpered in fear. I prayed without hope that someone would save me this time.

I was cowering in the corner when the door creaked open. I hid my face, waiting. The murderous angry roar never came. The loud, thumping, staggering footsteps never came. Instead I heard silence. Suddenly the room filled with the soft tapping of slow timid footsteps. I looked up and a beautiful young girl stood there. I tried to smile but my muscles that controlled my mouth seemed unable to move.

She was my sister. I knew it, I was positive. I'd seen her before. She glanced back and I noticed a tall, dark and handsome boy standing there, leaning against the door frame, watching me. I knew him too, I knew him very well actually.

She knelt down to my level, "Do you know who I am?" She asked in a whisper.

I slowly nodded my head. I was afraid to speak. I'd learnt that if you stayed quiet, stayed down, you wouldn't get hurt.

She smiled, "Good, I'm Shadow." She said.

I gained control of my muscles in my mouth then and I smiled softly. I glanced at the boy as Shadow smiled at me. She moved to help me up.

"Shadow, his right ankle's broken. So for god's sake, please, watch it." The boy spoke. There was a hint of something in his voice but I was too tired to try and decipher it.

She watched me and rolled her eyes and I smile slightly. "Yes, your majesty," she mumbled. "That's Fang, your older, protective, annoying brother." She said scowling.

I raised an eyebrow, "Fang?" I asked.

"This coming from a boy named Sorrow?" Fang asked with a dangerous light in his eyes.

Shadow glared at him, "Be nice, you pansy." She said giving him a look.

I stifled a laugh and I was shocked, they noticed the look on my face.

"What is it?" Fang asked suddenly anxious. He walked over to me and knelt in front of me.

"I… I've not laughed in 5 years." I said and I felt a wave of emotion. I suddenly forgot everything around me. I flung my arms around Fang's neck and hung on. I realized I had started to cry and I couldn't stop. I didn't realize that Fang had his arms around me protectively. I just lay in my older brother's arms and bawled my eyes out on his shirt.

Shadow shushed me comfortingly. "It's okay, we're here now." She said.

I nodded and tried to wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, only succeeding in making my face dirtier. "Thanks," I said as I grab a fist full of Fang's shirt for support.

Fang gazed down at me. I felt the emotion he felt. He was so happy to see me safe. His eyes watered and he sniffed and blinked a few times. "You ready to go?" Fang asked me and I nodded with a smile. I hugged myself closer to him.

I breathed out an even breath. For the first time ever I felt truly safe.

(Fang's POV)

Sorrow was a tiny little thing. He was so thin and he was kind of small for a mutant. Don't get me wrong he was still tall for a human but small compared to other mutants like us. He was so… cute too. The way he acts, it just makes you smile. I helped him up. He took a step and we both hissed in pain.

"I should probably carry you," I said as I shook out my right leg.

"Why are you doing that?" Sorrow asked frowning at my foot.

Shadow saved me from answering, "He feels the pain of the world, like how you feel the emotions of people close to you, but for everyone." She said.

I shot a glare at her, "Jeez, tell the world." I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. "Go tell the others that we're coming I just need to fix his ankle and see what I can do about the other injuries." I said.

"You should get Iggy to look at them." Shadow said as I helped him to the floor.

"I'll talk to your boyfriend at camp, okay?" I said with a smirk.

She smacked me over the head, "Quiet you or I'll have to… tell Max… something." She said struggling to find something that she could tell Max before leaving.

I rolled my eyes, "She's got nothing on me anyways." I said to him and he smiled.

I took off my backpack and started to fix up his ankle. I glanced at his wings. "I'll let Iggy look at the wings and the ribs." I said before he needed to tell me.

"Who are the other people?" Sorrow asked looking really small and defenseless.

I looked him in the eyes, "Sorrow, you don't have to be afraid if I'm with you, Shadow will tell you any day of the week, I am an overprotective spaz attack when it comes to her safety. That applies to you too now." I said and he nodded and looked comforted, "Shadow and I are with the flock, I don't know if you've heard of them." I said.

"I don't think so…" Sorrow said looking like he was thinking hard.

"Well I'll introduce you to them later." I said and picked him up. I walked outside, past the unconscious guys.

"Did you do that?" Sorrow asked looking slightly pleased.

"Admiring our handiwork?" I asked with a grin.

He smiled and nodded.

"They deserve worse," I said glaring at the sun overhead. I took off and circled to find the flock.