A/N: Alright, I've gotten so many comments on the shortness of my chapters that I'm going to try and elongate them. I'll try my best at it. Also, it isn't edited…haha, another lazy day. Other than that, I have two things to say: 1) criticism and reviews are always welcome, and 2) TWO HUNDRED REVIEWS! WOOT! THANKS, YOU GUYS!

* * *

Iggy still had Gazzy. At the last moment, he rolled onto his back with Gazzy on his chest.

Before any of us could do a thing, they hit the ground, and then the Erasers were on them.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers. No. No, this can't be happening. Not Gazzy, not Iggy, not the Erasers…oh, god. God, please don't let them be dead. Please don't let the Erasers kill them. Please.

It took me a moment to realize I was screaming and fighting against Fang. He knew that I'd take a hard hit to the ground if I got loose, but he also knew that nothing in hell was going to stop me from trying to protect Gazzy and Iggy. I knew that he wanted to help them, too, so he took us both to the ground.

"You'll get shot," I told Fang the second I was on the ground. "Get back in the air. Grab Angel and Nudge and take cover."

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was about to tell me that I'd get shot too, but I growled, "Hurry! I'm too fast for the bullets, but you aren't, so get the hell out of dodge!"

And then I was rushing towards Iggy and Gazzy, forcing my legs to take me there as fast as they could. I was on an Eraser's back in a millisecond, locking my arms around his neck and absolutely screaming with fury. For the briefest second, I saw Iggy pale face. He mouthed my name, surprise evident on his face.

Then, I was thrown off of the Eraser's back. He whirled, his gun ready to fire, only to find his gun gone a millisecond later.

It was taking too long just to take out one Eraser. Aside from the one I was facing now, there were eight others. A fact that I was quickly reminded of as two arms suddenly locked around me, holding me still.

My speed was of no use if I couldn't move.

I was going to guess that Fang had followed my orders, grabbed Angel and Nudge, and found a hiding spot, because no one came to my rescue. I was pinned to the ground by my opponent and the one who had sneaked up on me.

Before I knew it, an ugly, sneering face was only inches from my own. I recognized him as the leader, the one who had ordered the Erasers to kill the first three that had come under Angel's control.

I let my eyes flick up and down. I memorized his face: the gold tooth lodged where one of his canines should've been; the hideous scar running down his face, right over one of his eyes; the unfocused appearance of that eye, something that I recognized as blindness; the sharp glint in the other green one; the leering, sneering grin that seemed to be permanently tattooed across his lips.

When this fight was over, I was going to make sure that I beat the daylights out of this one.

Before I could spit in his face, he suddenly pulled back. I knew what he was going to do.

I struggled like I had never struggled before, but it was no use. Soon, claws were being rakes down my legs, deep into the muscles. If I couldn't stand, there was no way I could chase after them. They were wiping out the speed factor.

I heard Gazzy shouting at the Eraser to leave me alone. When the Eraser was done, he laughed at both Gazzy and me.

The Eraser glared down at me. "My name's Bane. Remember it."

When he turned away, the two Erasers holding me followed. Gazzy was still yelling up a storm. With a flick of an Eraser's wrist, the eleven-year-old was tossed into the back of a Humvee. The doors slammed shut, and Gazzy was gone.

My eyes shifted to Iggy. He was struggling like a maniac, but with an Eraser on each arm and each leg, he didn't have a chance. As if he somehow knew what was going through my head, his unseeing eyes suddenly locked perfectly with my brown ones, and he wildly shook his head no.

He was telling me not to come after them. It took me a moment to realize that they had guns and were fully willing to shoot us.

Then, Iggy was dragged into the back of the Humvee. The doors closed, and then the Humvees were driving off.

I could've sworn I saw a blur of black and a light brownish-gold shoot after the Humvee. I focused my raptor vision onto it, but the Humvees had already rounded a corner, leaving my line of vision and taking the blur with it.

My mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I lied there on my stomach, letting the side of my face rest in the soft grass. Suddenly, my vision was blurred with tears. For some reason, I couldn't feel anything. Not the grass beneath me, the stinging in my legs, the biting of the tears in the back of my eyes. Not the rage, the torment, the agony of knowing that two of my brothers were being taken towards a hellhole, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I didn't even feel the scream building up in my lungs, though I knew that it was coming.

Shock, I thought. I'm in shock.

All of a sudden, a small hand came down on my shoulder. "Max?" Angel's frightened, sob-ridden voice was quivering. "Max, are-are you okay?"

I didn't reply. I knew that Fang must've been inspecting the wounds. I almost yelled at the two to go after Iggy and Gazzy, but I knew that they couldn't. They would've been shot down in a second.

Fang's hands rolled me over onto my back. He scooped one arm beneath me And propped me up into a sitting position. I could see everything in his dark eyes, everything that I should've been feeling. Angel's hand grasped my own, and she buried her face against my shoulder. Her body was shaking with silent sobs.

For the first time, I looked around. "W…where's N-Nudge?" I stammered.

Fang didn't reply, I saw the answer in his face. He didn't know.

That was when the first trickles of terror began to leak through. I yanked my hand away from Angel's and grabbed the front of his windbreaker with both of my hands, growling, "You lost her?! How could you, Fang?! Oh, god, Nudge…"

Then, suddenly, I remembered that blur zipping towards the Humvee. Nudge had been wearing black clothing…and her wings were tawny…

The answer hit me like a freight train. At the same exact time, all of the delayed emotions slammed into me, and then I was shrieking, wailing, crying like a little baby. My grip on Fang's windbreaker tightened, and I went limp against him. I could feel my entire body trembling wildly, and I could hear Angel's terrified sobs.

Nudge…she had gone after the Humvees. She had gone after Iggy and Gazzy. As a result, she was going to get shot down, or kidnapped, or God knows what else….

Three flock members. Three flock members, all in one night. All in ten minutes

God, I had come back to the flock to try and protect them. How had things gone so wrong?