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It was at times like these that you really appreciate the bond that the entire flock has. Before the scream had even escaped my lips, the Gasman and Fang were both dive-bombing towards the rising flames, desperate to get to Iggy in time.
For his part, Iggy was beating his wings madly against the air, but his attempts weren't strong-that Eraser had taken a good-sized chunk out of his left arm and his blood was flying through the air all around us like red rain.
It was all I could do not to go down with my boys, but there was still the Erasers to tend to. I pushed Angel, who had Total, and Nudge in front of me, ordering them to get out of here. I couldn't care less where they went, I just wanted them away from here.
I took out two Erasers with one swipe of my arms. It was such a good form of anger management, you know? And the hawks were going after the Erasers with their claws and beaks and feathers, making them blind for a few seconds.
Behind me, I heard the unmistakable sound of huge mutant bird wings. I turned just enough to see Iggy supported by Fang and Gassy, very much alive. I broke free of the mob of birds and scooped Iggy out of my brothers' arms. They'd go faster without carrying him. I screamed over my shoulder, "cave," then I was out of there.
Iggy wasn't in great shape. He wasn't even in good shape. His arm wouldn't stop bleeding, and it was nasty to look at. I got a mouthful of Iggy blood that I accidentally swallowed while flying. But he was alive; I could feel the rise and fall of his shoulders against my chest. That was enough for me.
I sped past Angel and Nudge, in that brief instant looking them over for injuries. Except for a few scrapes and bruises, they seemed to have none.
I flew into the cave, thankful for the small bit of safety it offered. How bad had my life gotten that I now loved caves? I didn't answer this question immediatly, because of one small detail. Iggy dying. Yeah, that's kind of big.
Naturally, I knew that we had to stop his arm from bleeding out ony more of his unique blood, but before I tended to that, I had to make sure there weren't any more serious injuries. I lifted Iggy's shirt...and groaned. "Oh, Ig, what's they do to you?" I remember muttering. Just then, Fang and the Gasman flew in, surprisingly beating Angel and Nudge, who were right behind them.
Gazzy dropped to his knees immediatly. He looked at Iggy's chest and stomach and looked away. I knew without knowing how I knew, that Gazzy had the same things on his own body.
The thought made me want to throw something. Or at least bash in Jeb's head.
Fang was already removing his shirt and ripping it into pieces, which Nudge and Angel took from him to place over Iggy's wound. I barely looked at them-My eyes were on Iggy's pale face. When the girls first laid the strips on his skin, Iggy flinched away from them, but eventually let the cloth engulf the wound.
"Gazzy, I need to know exaactly what happened at the School."
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