YAY I IS UPDATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYFUL SNOW DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well actually it is not technically a snow day cuz there is currently ZILCHO snow on the ground but there was no heat…………so……….yeah. I just had a LORD OF THE RINGS marathon with my brother. Twas quite fun.

4 all u people who like to make up words, me and my dad made up a word that means "a made-up word": improvinym (im-PROHV-ih-nihm). Sweet,

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EXTREMELY INFORMATIVE CHAPTER ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 3: Becka

Huh. So, what was I supposed to say to that? I settled for "Why's that?"

Okay, maybe not the best response, but hey, whatcha gonna do?

Fang—if that was his real name (it was kind of an…interesting…name)—rolled his eyes at me. I thought I heard him say "weirdo" under his breath.

Can't say I blame him.

"Well, maybe I should start by explaining everything," he said.

I threw my head back and said sarcastically, "FINALLY!! My god, it's about time. I'm about to die of suspense."

He rolled his eyes again. "Okay, it's kind of a long story, so…"

"I have time," I interrupted.

He laughed darkly. "Yeah, you would," he responded. "Well, let's start at the beginning…

"First of all, to clear things up, you are, in fact, dead. There is no way you could have survived a crash like that one. You died, and that is that."

"How do you know—" I began, but he cut me off.

"Wait. Hold all questions until the end," he continued. (A/N: I'm hungry. Ooo…nachos…okay, I'm back now…)

"I don't know why you're here now. I don't know why any of us are here now. All I know is that I was the first, and I'm…well…I guess…immortal. I haven't changed, either, in all the time I've been here. (A/N: tee hee… a little twilight connection there…)

Fang paused, and I saw an opening. "How old are you?"

He glared at me disapprovingly, but he answered me. "Well, I've been fourteen for a long time. Well, not like centuries, but still awhile. I was born in 1957 (A/N: totally random year alert!!!!!!!!) and died in 1971. I had no idea what had happened when I ended up here after my death—wherever here is—and I think I almost went crazy. Then I met a man who'd been forced to stay here until others would show up, so that he could 'explain things.'" He used that extremely-clichéd-yet-awesome quote gesture, then kept going. "His name was Jeb Batchelder. As soon as he explained everything, he just…kind of…left. But not before I had committed it to memory. He told me that there would be at least five more after me, and that we would have to do…something. Something good. Something that would help the world, maybe even save it. He wasn't very clear about that, which, of course, was incredibly helpful.

"I was so freaked out. But this is what he told me:

He began to quote. "'Listen. You are here for a purpose. I'm not allowed to tell you what it is, but you will end up doing good for the world. You, and others. Five others, I believe, but it may be more. I don't know when they will show up, but it will happen. You will hopefully not be alone for long. But soon, things will start changing for you. I can't be specific, but you'll know when it starts happening. It will be…well…quite obvious. It won't be long before it starts, only a day, a few days, a week at the most. But it will be painful, let me warn you. Excruciating.'" (A/N: more twilight references…) He rubbed his shoulders, wincing a little, apparently remembering it. "Let me tell you, he wasn't kidding.

"Continuing on: 'You will not be human any longer. Each moment, your humanity is slipping away. You will be something new, something more, something…better. Superior, in every way. But you'll see what I mean.'"

He took a deep breath. "Again, he wasn't kidding. I'm not allowed to tell you. You have to find out on your own. Sort of an…initiation, of sorts, only it's not my idea. I wish I could tell you, but…I can't. I couldn't for the other two, either, so don't take it personally."

"Who are the others?" I asked. I couldn't help myself.

He smiled a little, just a little half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Iggy came about ten years after I did. He's fourteen, too—plane crash victim. There was no one else until about a year or so ago, when Angel arrived. She's really little, only six years old. She had cancer."

I felt sad, hearing this. So many young lives taken so tragically. But, I couldn't resist asking, "What about you?"

He glared at me. It kind of scared me. "Sorry," I squeaked.

"That's my personal beeswax, and you don't need to know," he practically snarled at me. (A/N: tee hee…I like snarling. Read my other fic to learn about the Eraser I named Snarly…)

"Um…okay…" I squeaked again.

I thought changing the subject would be a good idea. "So, um, no offense or anything, but I'm dying to know. What's with your name?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's not my real name. Well, at least, not my human name. After it happened—well, it's kind of a tradition for us, whenever someone new joins us, they get a new name. You don't mind, right?"

It was clear from the tone of his voice that I had no choice in the matter, no matter what my response would have been. So, I said meekly, "Okay."

He cleared his throat, then said, as if the last two minutes had never happened, "Come on. Meet the others."

We walked through the expanse of nothingness that was, apparently, our domain. I saw nothing for about five minutes while we walked. Fang was a lot faster than I was. I had to jog to keep up. Eventually, though, we came upon a teenage, red-haired boy and a little blond girl. These were obviously Iggy and Angel, and they were obviously waiting for us.

The two of them stood up as we neared. "Hey, Fang, took you long enough," said Iggy teasingly. "So, who's the new girl?"

The little girl looked up at me solemnly. "Hi," she said. "I'm Angel. My name used to be Amanda." (A/N: I think that name fits Angel, don't you think?)

I smiled. "Hi. I'm Becka. Short for Rebecca."

"Rebecca, I am Iggy. Formerly named Noah." (A/N: earlier, there was the random year…now, the random name!!!!!!!!!!! cheer for randomness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) He shook my hand, clearly not caring about Fang's aversion to "how do you do" implications. I felt a smirk toying at my lips as I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Fang scowl.

"So, Fang, what was your name?" I asked, curious as to why the others had told me but he hadn't.

He glared again, not quite as annoyed or fierce. Although I might have just felt that way because he was glaring at Iggy and Angel this time.

"Fine, I'll tell you," he said. "But don't laugh. It was…Edgar." (A/N: YAYFULNESS AGAIN FOR RANDOMNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I felt a bubble of laughter rising up inside of me. I fought to keep it down. Iggy had a mad hacking cough fit, and Angel buried her face in Iggy's leg to stop Fang from seeing.

"Edgar?" I burst out. Maybe Edgar would be a good name for a total dork, but Fang did not seem like an Edgar.

He was in my face in about a second, moving faster than I thought was humanly possible. "If you ever bring that up again, I will personally find a way to kill you," he growled in my face.

I had absolutely no doubt that he would, too.

I was still getting over that lovely fact—Edgar—snort—Fang glared at me…right, he could read minds. Oops—when it happened.

A burst of pain exploded inside my midsection. I grabbed my sides and fell to my knees.

"Oh, god…" I could barely gasp out the words.

"What's…happening?" I hissed through my teeth.

Fang fell to my side and laid a hand on my back. "It's time," he whispered.

That was the last thing I knew before blacking out.

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Don't worry, I won't bring up the Fang-Edgar thing again. Again, fit of randomness people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh, and to clear things up, Iggy's NOT blind. As for the other flock members, they shall show up soon…

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