Chapter 8

That night, when the rest of the flock was asleep, Fang and Demon came back.

Hey," I said as they landed silently, brushing the dirt off their pants. It was almost funny, they did the exact same things. Land, brush dirt off pants, take a breath, let it out, roll their shoulders... And they did it at the exact same time. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep frome cracking up.

"Yo," Fang said, sounding tired.

"What's up?" I asked, feeling very awkward. Fang just looked at me. I turned to Demon, hoping that he would be more interesting.

"So, what'd you guys do?" I asked.

"Nothing really, just flew." He said. Fang walked back to the cave.

"Oh," I said.

"Yeah," It felt really weird talking to Demon. I had never really talked to him.

"Where'd you fly?" Demon just shrugged. This guy was really starting to confuse me. I walked back to the cave, looking around at my sleeping flock. Demon came in and lied down.

"Night." I said softly. He murmured something back, but I couldn't quite catch what it was. Oh well.

A few hours later, Fang and Nudge woke up. Then Pity. Then Demon and Gazzy. Iggy just kinda stayed asleep. He had been sleeping late, which wasn't good. We could have erasers attack us at any time. I nudged Iggy with my boot.

"Iggy, get up." I kicked him again. "Iggy."

"Ow," Iggy mumbled.

"Get up," I said.

"No," Iggy said. That did it.

"Iggy, get up." I said again, this time more firm.

"Make me." Why was he making this so difficult? I looked at Fang for help. He came over.

"Ig, you're sleeping too late." Fang said calmly. "You need to be alert, ready to go."

"Whatever, in a second." I frowned disapprovingly.

"Ok, sleep." I said. "Do what you want, I don't care."

"Ok," He said simply. Why couldn't he just get up? I kicked him again, this time in the leg. He gasped loudly and bit his lip.

"I didnt kick you that hard," I said.

"I know, now leave me alone."

"Fine."

So we just went on with our lives with Iggy lying in the middle of the floor. I noticed how he cringed every time someone came near his leg.

"Something's wrong with his leg." Fang came up behind me.

"I noticed," I replied. "Should we ask him?"

"Don't know, he might freak out again."

Yeah, guess that's a chance I'll have to take." I walked over to Iggy, who didnt seem so tired anymore, just bored.

"Something wrong with your leg?" I asked him. I saw his face flush.

"What makes you think that?" He replied in a weird voice.

"You won't get up, and you don't look so tired to me." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Fine," Iggy groaned. "I heard Fang come back last night. Tried to get up, tripped over Gazzy. Now I can't move my stupid leg."

"Oh," I wasn't really sure what to do next. I went over to Fang.

"He cant move it.

"Well that's bad."

"No duh."

"Any idea what to do?"

"None." Then I remembered Dr. Martinez who had helped me when I was hurt.

"Get everyone together, we're leaving." I said to Fang. He nodded and walked over to the little group .

"You gonna be ok?" I said to Iggy.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

A/N: Ok, so how was it? Oh, and thanks crash923 for helping me with that Iggy Gazzy misspelled thing. Well, please review! Oh, and criticism is encouraged! Thanx!