A terrible cry echoed through empty courtyard. We were crouched in the shadows, waiting to see what we could see. Nudge cringed next to me. The cry was human. Like a human in pain.
"I don't know!" Some one yelled.
Fang.
"Tell us! You are too valuable to kill." Someone hissed.
"So that's what we are. Tools and possessions. To be used and thrown away."
"I wouldn't say that."
"But you know it's true...I won't tell you!" Fang yelled again. Light sprang into our eyes and then nothing. Silence. Angle whimpered.
What were they doing to Fang?
Footsteps sounded along the deserted path. A door slammed in the distance. I ran quietly and quickly across the yard. Fang lay un-moving on the ground. His wings were bloodied and crooked.
"Fang." Angel whispered and ran toward him.
"Angel!" I hissed after her. Angel dropped beside Fang and hugged him.
I sighed as relief washed over me. Fang's eyes opened slowly. He staggered to his feet.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered. His face was twisted in agony. He could barely stand. His wings drooped pathetically.
"We've gotta go." Iggy said quietly. "Their coming back."
I could hear their footsteps.
"Can you fly?" I asked Fang. He shook his head.
"I thought they could help me. I was beginning to think that maybe we were wrong. That maybe they created us for a purpose. For some greater good. But I was wrong, Max. I was wrong."
"Fang, we have to go." Fang shook his head again.
"Just go. I won't tell them anything."
Fang!
"There is no way." I hissed. I turned to Iggy. "Get his other arm. You're coming with us, Fang." I said. Iggy and I reached for Fang's arms and lifted him up and out of the terrible building. Shouts and curses followed us as they realized what had happened.
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