Summery: Max is captured by the Erasers, and the Flock are left the fend for themselves, but what happens two years later, when the flock come face to face with a certain familiar, winged teen girl… as the enemy. Can a certain dragon friend help Max remember? Will the flock ever get their leader back?

M/FX (Max/Fang), Nidgy (Iggy/Nudge)

heya peeps! lol my maths teacher says that to us evry lesson- he thinks hes cool or something... heres chappy 11! sos its really boring and took a long time to write but i do that with terrible chapters... anyway thanks for the great reveiws! reviws are good- reveiws make me feel special... :D lol

Avvy thanks for the advise- i think ill just have to get over it and keep editing it SIGH

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B.P.

Chapter 11: The Ultimate Flight

Fang grunted and rolled over again, falling back into his restless sleep. In the darkness, Angel watched him and sighed gently. She occupied a large arm chair next to the window, and was sitting in it with her legs tucked up to her chest. She wore her blonde curls up in a pony tail, and she was still in the cloths she put on yesterday. Her wings felt tight behind her, itching for a morning flight.

Her eyes flicked back to the window and she watched the slowly rising sun. Thoughts were buzzing around in her head, and she just couldn't see an ending to them. She was tired, and she was upset. Fang had blown her off. He'd straight out told her to 'forget it'. As if that'd EVER happen!

She hugged he knees closer to her, forehead creasing into a frown. Fang had changed, and if there was one thing she hated about him now, it was that, 'give up', 'don't try', 'count your losses' side of him. This 'new' Fang was nothing like the brother she'd adored so much. Old Fang wouldn't lock himself in his room for days on end without any food. Old Fang wouldn't carry have a gun around, 'just to be sure'. And above ALL else, the Fang she knew two years ago would do anything and everything to get their Max back.

It was almost like he thought Max was… Angel shivered and pushed that thought to the back of her head. She, Angel, would know if Max was dead… wouldn't she?

Angel looked over at Fangs sleeping form, and breathed out. She un-tucked her legs and made her way around Fangs mat. She got to the door, where the bags were piled and pulled Gazzy's bag towards her. Very quietly, she unzipped the Gasman's pack.

Angel was hit with a nauseating wave of gunpowder, compost and PVP plastic, all rolled up into one deadly fume. She gagged, and stood back for a minute, trying to regaining some composure. She looked back at Fang, then the Gasman. Fang's eyes were still twitching from behind closed eyelids, and his face was contorted slightly into a frown. In comparison, the Gasman snored even louder, as if to conform to the world that he was, in fact, out cold.

Her eyes snapped back to the backpack in front of her. She took a deep breath in and held it as she reached into the open zip. Feeling her way past a few odd lumpy things, a pile of pipe bombs, a small carton of cricket explosives and what she knew for a fact was a massive home made timer bomb, she finally found what she was looking for. Last year after one of their random attacks on a known Itexicon building, Gazzy stole a laptop in their hasty escape.

"It'd be a shame to blow it up as well," he said grinning at her as the sirens blared deafeningly above them.

Nudge upgraded it; hooking it up with a permanent, secure link onto the internet through a complicated network of satellites. According to her, it was all very technical, but all they really needed to know was that they were untraceable, thus far.

They'd used it ever since, telling their story to people all over the world through a blog they'd started up called 'The Ultimate Flight'. It seemed millions of people now knew their story. They had fans everywhere around the world, and the Visitor Counted at the top had broken five times. Fangs 'lie low' theory was already blown, and technically it was his own fault. Fang was the one that had come up with the idea, to warn people. Not that he knew about it. They never actually told Iggy and Fang about the laptop- but they were planning to!

Angel slid the laptop out and quietly stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Sitting down on the edge of the bath tub, she opened up the screen and pressed down the silver On/Off button above the keyboard. There was a slow whirr sound, and the screen flicked on. She typed in the password, 'UPANDAWAY' and let the desktop load. She clicked twice on the Internet icon, and then typed in the web address.

Welcome. You are the 9 999 999 visitor to this blog.

Heya evry1, itz Nudge here. Da counta thingyz broke again so if ur reading dis ur actually leik da 600 millionth visitor its, kinda funni how mny times dis thing breaks. Nywayz, bin meanin ta fix dat. Soz! - Posted by Nudgy, May 5.

Angel clicked on the Comments link and scrolled down. There were almost a hundred new comments. Most of them where "I love you, because you go wings!!" messages for Fang and Iggy, a few for Nudge and about ten each for her and Gazzy. Angel ignored these messages. If she wanted a few hundred random strangers to love her, she would get Myspace.

She got to the bottom and sighed. She didn't know why she was always disappointed by the lack of any news about Itex and Max and the Erasers. Why should she be? What were a few thousand kids meant to tell her? It wasn't like they hadn't been helpful. Almost a year back, when they'd posted an article about Ari, they'd had a flurry of comments saying that his body had been found in Paris, at a murder scene. The police couldn't find a scratch on him, and after a full autopsy they had announced the cause of death- old age.

Angel had been just as shocked as the other two. How could a healthy, full grown Eraser just drop dead from old age? Especially, since he had only been 8 years old. What made Angel angry was the fact that no one had come forward to claim his body. He was buried with no name, no family and no one to come to his funeral.

She went to click 'log off', when a new message popped onto the screen. Angel frowned and clicked on the link, blinking at the writing on the screen.

It's always too soon to quit, Angel.

Angel stared at the strange message. She read it again and then another message popped up.

Max is alive. Don't quit now, Angel.

The eight year old blinked at the screen in a kind of stupor. Of course she knew Max was alive, but it was like this message had calmed her nerves. She looked at the message again and looked for the user name. Who was this?

She frowned, and tilted her head as she read the name. "What a weird name…" she murmured.

"Angel. You in there?" Fangs soft voice was accompanied by a soft knock on the door. Angel gave a little jump and nearly dropped the computer in her rush to close it.

"Ye- YES! Hang on!" she squeaked, tucking the chunky thing under her hoody. She skidded to the door and unlocked it.

There was a click and the door open slowly. Fang watched suspiciously as Angels face appeared in the gap.

"G'morning," she squeaked, before running passed him. He watched she fumbled with her backpack and wrenched the door open in a hurry. Fang raised an eyebrow and turned back to the bathroom.

"Okayyy…" he mumbled to himself, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

It was boring- I KNOW! Next chappy ill do another Max flash back and what she's doing now, ok??

Have a great week everyone, and dont kill me if it takes another month to post, cos im sowwy!

oxox