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Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry I've been ignoring this story for so long. There's nothing to really blame, so I've got none of the justification crap for you guys. I've written a couple of other stories, mainly Naruto (even though I don't really watch it (or read the manga)). Just a few things I'd like to reiterate before I continue with the story:
Max and the elder members of the flock (which now includes Dylan, Cole, Alec, Mel, and Ella) have been in Europe for about five months now, even though they were only supposed to stay for two.
Dr. M, Angel, Nudge, Gazzy and Total are still in the states, and even though they haven't been mentioned since Ch. 1, they are reasonably well, other than being worried sick when the others didn't come home. Gazzy has given up and believes that they are dead, despite Nudge and Angel being adamant that they are alive. Dr. M and Total don't know what to think.
Ella was taken away from the group when Jeb (who kidnapped the older part of the Flock) found out who she was and the fact that she didn't have wings.
Dylan (her significant other (I don't really want to call him just her boyfriend)) is in mourning because he believes that the whitecoats working for Jeb have killed her.
Ella has not been killed, but has had her DNA recombined due to some form of experiment to test weather or not the whitecoats could make people into bird kids like they could turn people into erasers (ex. Ari). Unfortunately, it worked, although it caused excruciating pain from which Ella is still recovering. Her wings will be fully grown in a year (they take some time to grow and feather out) and due to sharing genetic material, will be similar to Max's.
The couples are as follows:
Max and Fang (Fax)
Mel and Iggy ("miggy")
Ella and Dylan ("della")
Alec and Cole (no idea)
Shaw is EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (as is Jeb)
Jeb plans to take over the world. Unsurprisingly, he pretty much already has. His master plan involves blackmailing all the world leaders (and the heads of all major companies) to abdicate in favor of people hand selected and loyal only to him. He plans to rule from the background, and use "his" flock of Avian humans as enforcers. (On a side note, Jeb has already had Marian Jansen (the director/Max's ex-mom) assassinated and replaced, but that's another story involving an Italian and a Chicago Violin case (No offence to any Italians, or the Chicago Symphony Orchestra)).
Thanks for being patient both with me and my long lists, without further ado, here's the chappie. WARNING: A severely angsting Dylan (he still thinks that Ella is dead).
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Dylan's POV
"Slipped
Away" Na na, na na na, na na The day you slipped
away Na
na na na na na na I didn't get around to kiss you Oooooh The day you slipped away I've had my wake up Now you're gone, now
you're gone The
day you slipped away
I miss you,
miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you
can hear me
I remember it clearly
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Ooooh
Goodbye
on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I
can't
I hope you can hear me cause I remember it
clearly
Was the day I found it
won't be the same
Ooooh
Won't you
wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
I can't fake
it,
It happened, you passed by
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't
bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you
go, there you go,
Somewhere you're not coming back
Was the day I found,
it won't be the
same noo..
The day you slipped away
Was the day that I found,
it won't be the
same oooh... Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you
"DYLAN!!! Turn off the bloody music already! We don't need to hear Avril Lavene, and I certainly don't need you angsting over my little sister." Max yelled over the noise. Dylan ignored her and turned up the radio louder. "Look, you need to get a grip, She- well…she's …Dylan, I don't think she's coming back." The last part fell on a ringing silence as the song ended. It seemed to take an eternity for the next song to start. When it did, he turned off the radio.
Dylan didn't look at her, instead, he continued laying on the bed in "his" room, and staring a the ceiling. "How dare you. How dare you? She's dead. You're sister DIED, and you're here telling me to get over it… just like that. How can you do that? How can you expect anyone to do that? How can you expect me to do that? I- I loved her, Max. I loved her. Can't you understand that?" he asked in a hollow voice. "I loved her, and she died. She died because I wasn't there for her. She died alone."
"Don't. Don't say that. Don't think like that. There was nothing you could have done. She died, and there's no way to bring her back. Grief is normal, but we have to move on, otherwise, one day, it'll suffocate us. You're dying a little every day. I can't watch you do this to yourself. You have people to live for, damn it! If you won't live for yourself, then live for us. Live for Ella. Live on and tell her story. Don't let it kill you too. She wouldn't want it. She loved you too. More than you could possibly know." Max said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Think about it." She said, leaving the room.
The door closed, leaving him in the dark.
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Max's POV
"What are we going to do about him, Fang? He can't continue living like this. He's eating almost nothing, and sleeping even less. One of these days, I'm convinced he'll try ending it himself. Why can't he understand that she would want him to live?" I asked a little later, sitting on the bed in the room we shared.
"Maybe he's a penguin." Fang said, staring at the wall. "What?" I asked. He turned to face me. "I said, maybe he's like a penguin." "What do penguins have to do with any of this?" I asked, utterly confused. "Well, penguins mate for life. If one of them dies, then the other one never really moves on. It's kind of like the soul-mate thing. Ella died, and he can't forgive himself for letting her. If he finds himself letting go, he'll feel guilty, and hold on all the harder." Fang said, looking a little nervous. "and since he's part bird, it might be like that for him. Lots of birds do, not just penguins."
I stared at him. It actually made sense. There were two things I wanted to ask at this point. One of them being 'Since when have you been a relationship councilor?' The other, 'will you be my penguin?'. I was about to say the latter when the door burst open to reveal a panicked Alec. "Mel's shouting for help in the kitchen, come on!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door. Fang was already on his feet as she pulled me out the door and down the hall. By the time we reached the kitchen, Mel was in a panic. Iggy lay on the floor unconscious, a little blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. Shit. Shit, shit, and double shit. Unconscious, plus blood, plus collar equals very bad situation.
Iggy stirred a little his eyes flickering open for a moment. He looked straight at Mel. "Get out of here, the… bomb."
What do you think? Sorry for the cliffee ending, more to come soon.
Miss C.