Chapter 50

(A/N: OMFG! I never thought I'd get here! Thank you so much for the love and support of my readers, even though at times you've threatened to hurt me, and enjoy the reunion!)

(Robyn's P.O.V.)

I watched Maximum Ride fly into the sky until she was a tiny speck in the sky. It took all of my willpower not to go after her to see Kari and Derrick. The last, REAL, surviving members of Kari's Flock. I did not matter. My life had been lived. By someone who was not me, and me at the same time. This body, this was not mine. This hair was not mine either. Nor anything but these thoughts and the pictures.

I gazed at the tiny roll of pictures tucked in my hand, and took out the injector, placing it against the circuitry in my neck. After a few seconds, I took it down. I was always a selfish person. So I would follow them, but at a distance. Until I could sacrifice myself for a good cause. Someday, I would help Kari. Someday, I would be someone good again.

(Max's P.O.V.)

"So, what happened to her? Why was she so freaked about that Jakob dude?" Fang asked naively. I gave him a dirty look.

"Are you serious?" I asked, "You must be an idiot." He gave me the bird and I tackled him.

"Think about it," I gasped, worn out entirely from the day, "Jakob is a guy. Robyn is a girl. Robyn is afraid of Jakob. Partly from something that has nothing to do with what I'm trying to explain. Why else would she be afraid of him unless he DID something to her?"

Fang blinked in astonishment, "You, you mean he ra-."

"Yeah," I said, cutting him off. I didn't want to hear that word uttered, "Where are we?"

"Middle of the land of ten-gallon hats and horrible Southern accents; middle of the land of steak and the Alamo; middle of the land of bad teeth and guns . . ." he said, ticking them off on his fingers.

"So we're almost there then?" I asked, grabbing for his hand.

"You betcha, little missy," he said, imitating a bad Texan accent. I smiled.

(Kari's P.O.V.)

I had stayed up half the night, keeping Iggy warm again. Where were Max and Fang? It was already around noon.

"Max's here!" Angel shouted, running past me. Well, speak of the devils. They were finally here. They landed, hand in hand, wearing nothing but identical white coats and hospital gowns. Thank God. I would've come up to greet them, but my job was here.

They immediately rushed up to Iggy, pulling out a needle (eek!) and a tube full of blue liquid. They carefully poured the liquid into the needle and found a vein on his neck. Max poked the needle into Iggy's cold neck and pressed down on the plunger, draining the tube.

I had my fingers crossed. Please Iggy. Please. Iggy's hand twitched and I automatically grabbed it, holding it to my face. Warm. It was warm. And it wasn't really any of a surprise when all of us girls burst out crying in relief when he opened his eyes, yawning and said, "Morning? Ugh, 5 more minutes."