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Chapter 12

The flock's major concern was stealth.

Considering that everybody other than Fang had never been stealthy in their lives, it wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish for them.

They got there by nightfall and took to the grounds.

They had crept quietly out of range of any cameras that might have been concealed.

Max immediately looked for an underground entrance that might've been perfect for torture.

Iggy was listening for distinctive sounds and Angel was scanning for minds.

"I don't think they know that we're here," Angel whispered.

"How can you tell?" Gazzy boomed, not quite getting the 'quiet as a ghost' approach.

Nudge, shockingly enough, was keeping herself quiet. Her eyes were solemn and she looked like tears were only moments away.

"I can read their minds and their thoughts are their own. Most of them are perplexing about Fang's wings. Some are thinking about…" she clamped her mouth shut.

"What? Something bad?" Max inquired, dreading the answer.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to Max," Angel replied knowingly.

Angel had become more like herself since Fang's arrival.

Max thought that Angel cared more about him than she let on.

Max nodded tersely.

"Get in communication with Fang," Iggy suggested.

Angel nodded and shut her eyes in concentration.

A few minutes later, a tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it away.

"What?" Max inquired urgently.

Angel replied, "He-he isn't open for conversation. But I know where he is."

"What's he thinking?" Nudge inquired.

Angel shuddered violently and replied, "He isn't really. He's… well he's-"

"Out with it!" Max commanded.

"He's screaming in pain."

Nudge gasped. Max nodded numbly.

Iggy looked white as a sheet and Gazzy looked like he wanted to vomit.

"Let's hurry. Where is he?" Nudge asked, realizing that Max was in no mood to be the leader.

Angel took the lead and brought them underneath a series of windows.

She didn't need to point it out because they all could hear an almost inaudible yell.

It was Fang. The one person in the world who could always mask his pain.

Max put a finger to her lip and motioned for them to listen.

A man's voice inquired calmly, "Still not cooperating are we?"

Fang didn't reply.

"You know, I've never used this one," they heard the clinking of metal, "But I'd rather like to. Do you mind?"

He paused for a response.

Fang's raspy voice replied, "Yeah actually I would mind. No if you'd be a dear and untie me then- Ummf!"

He grunted in pain.

"You are very annoying. I have never brought myself to use brute force before, but you are an exception."

Fang chuckled weakly, clearly in pain.

"Answer me," the man was yelling now, "Who are the others and what are their powers? I want to know everything."

"You're gonna have to ask nicer than that," Fang replied.

Max felt her heart swell with pride at his resistance.

He even was sarcastic and infuriating.

Max smiled slightly.

Angel winced from reading the pair's thoughts.

As if on cue, Fang yelped in pain.

"Now do you wanna answer?" the man inquired smugly.

"N-never-"he gasped out.

The man screeched in frustration.

After a bit of silence, he seemed to gather himself enough to say, "Well, I'm starving. I'd offer you dinner, but I don't like you. I'm going to get a spot of dinner and go to bed. I'll see you in the morning. Let's hope you're a little more cooperative. I wouldn't suggest escaping; although you look as if moving would be a challenge."

A door slammed and Max knew it was their chance.

They scaled the wall and Max tested the windows.

They were locked. But the locks were metal. Max looked at Nudge, who seemed to come to the same conclusion.

She lifted her hand and shut her eyes, as if willing the locks to move.

Amazingly, it worked and made almost no noise.

The climbed in, still silent, and they gathered near Fang.

He looked awful.

He was strapped to table and his wings were spread out.

He had cuts and bruises everywhere and his black wings were splattered with blood.

Iggy and Gazzy began working on the knots.

Fang's eyes were shut and he appeared to be sleeping.

"Fang," Max whispered wistfully.

His eyes opened slowly and widened with fear.

"Max," he whispered urgently, "You shouldn't be here. He knew everything he was planning. Leave now. It's a-"

"Trap." The man's voice said again.

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. Max, is it? Pleasure. I'm Dr. Brookes."

Max stepped protectively in front of Fang, whimpered weakly, struggling against his constraints.

"Please, stay for a while. We have much to discuss."

A multitude of goons appeared and surged toward the flock, all with malice in their eyes.

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