Hi! This is my third chapter in a day! A new record! Yay!
To the point, Acavoo got it!

The Song I used: Slipped Away, although I revealed that already

Artist: Avril Lavigne

Kelly Clarkson Album: My December

Now Acavoo knows the secret...and better keep his/her mouth shut! (I couldn't tell which gender from the profile...;

Chapter 3

Living

Oh my freakin' God.

I stared and stared at the paper.

"What? Max, what is it?" Iggy was, for sure, a little upset he couldn't see the paper.

"Um..."

I read the paper aloud. Iggy was widening his eyes to the size of dinner plates, Nudge looked ready to scream, Gazzy was blubbering, and Angel had no emotion on her face. Reading everyone elses thoughts, her eyes widened a little. Total, looked between everyone and lay in a heap on the tile.

I very quietly walked out of the kitchen. I went down the hall until I came to Fang's room, and very slowly, not looking back to see if anybody was following me, opened the door.

Fang was on his bed, his legs stretched out like tree limbs, and one arm over his eyes.

He was breathing.

Quickly, but not so I'd make noise, I shut the door. I flipped around and almost shrieked when I saw the Flock was right behind me.

"So..."

Iggy glared at me.

"Well, folks, we're a group of seven again."

I wanted to faint.

Fang's POV

"Subject Seven, a.k.a Fang, needs a blood transfusion."

"Repair the wound!"

"Don't let him bleed!"

"Quickly, Ari, lay him down in the wood. He knows how to get home,"

"You piss me off! I want to kill him!"

"Don't be stupid, Ari. He will live..."

I jolted awake, a cold sweat on my skin. I get pleasant dreams, huh?

The voices rang out in my head, and the more I thought about them, the more they seemed to drift away from my mind.

I sat up, feeling tired but strangly energetic at the same time.

I looked out the window. The sky was a blanket of darkness, and the moon glowed mysteriously. It was probably around 10 o' clock.

I stood up and walked out of the room, letting the voices of my dream replay in my head.

As I walked down the hall, I realized I heard voices from the living room.

"Iggy! Put it on the football game!"

"I'm trying, Gasser! The remote's not functioning!"

There was some shuffling and a few dull clicks.

"There's you're silly game! Next time just go up to the TV and change it! Yeesh, how stupid boys can be..."

I absently walked in. Everyone stopped talking.

"Hey..." I said, feeling veeeeeeeeeery...uh, alien. "Want to hear a story? It's called 'Fang Comes Back from the Dead'."

"Okay, buddy, let's hear it," replied Max, who was now brushing something out of Nudge's mane of wild curls.

I sat down, and I could feel twelve eyes, seeing and unseeing, burning into my face.

"Okay. Well, I died. It was really wierd...I don't know. I just closed my eyes and then...it felt like you went to sleep and had a dream, but couldn't remember it. Then I woke up in the wood in the morning, so I freaked out a bit. After I realized I was alive, I flew as fast as I could over here. Nobody was home, so I left a note on the table and slept. I kept hearing voices when I was sleeping...Jeb and Ari and other whitecoats. Probably stuff heard when they brought me back. Ari still wants to kill me, so, not everything changed. Jeb was wierd, as usual, and actually cared about what happened to me. So...yeah."

If everyone had lazer vision, I'd be scorched.

"So...you didn't see a white light?"

I laughed for the first time in a while and hit Iggy on the arm.

"Well...that's exciting. Now let's watch the news or something." Max went over to the TV and started changing the channels.

"Fang?"

I looked at Angel.

"Yes?"

"Can you go pick strawberries with me?"

I looked at her blankly.

"Right now?"

"Please?"

She was giving me a pleading look, but not Bambi eyes.

"Uh...okay."

Angel announced that we were going to fly around, and nobody argued.

We went out to the field, Angel with her basket and I walking next to her.

"Look! They're all ripe!"

"Wow. Maybe later you should look for recipes with strawberries, because it'll be a while until we run out."

The bushes were full of red strawberries, plump and just taunting you to eat one. I reached down and picked one, took off any stem or leaf, and ate it.

"Are they good? Should we get more?"

I chewed slowly, savoring the taste. Man, this year's crop was good.

"Sure, Angel. Take all the one's you want."

Yay! Third chapter! Yay! Yay! Yay!

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