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Max flew past Fang in a blur of color, using her power of unnatural speed. Something didn't feel fight in her gut. Something was very wrong.
As Max flew over the island that was so breathtakingly beautiful in daylight, she began to scan the ground and the sky for anything. There was a flash of red light in the navy Base only about twenty yards below her. Max poured on the speed faster she flew begging her aching wings to go just a little farther. Then Max saw five figures fly into the sky their wings pounding the air to give them lift. Max felt relief for about a second as blast after blast of red lit the dark sky like fireworks on New Year's Day. Max slowed down for but a moment to catch her fleeting breath. In that very moment there was a streak of red across the sky. Then there was not even a scream as the smallest figure fell to the ground. Another winged figure saw this and dove after it begging to go faster than gravity itself. Max was filled with anger and worry. She was flying faster than ever thought possible, Max dove her wings moving in powerful arcs. Max didn't even think of the possible collision. She didn't have any thought, she was filled with adrenalin and tears streaked her face as she flew. Crying was something she rarely did. But if one of the flock was in a danger they could not get out of and not even Max could save them was more sadness than any person would wish for their most hated enemy. The flock was like Max's own children. She cared for Angel especially because she'd taken care of her since she was a baby. Angle was her whole world. If she was gone then that would collapse. Max knew that small figure was Angel. Her white wings reflecting the moon light as if to prove that she was an Angel. Max was now a yard away from her, but Max wasn't fast enough. The figure above Angel barley gasped her ankle before she hit the ground with a horrible crunch. Max flew all the faster begging her wings begging whatever there was to keep Angel alive. Hoping agents hope that somehow she would be alright.
Max landed in the small grassy clearing next to Gazzy who was kneeling by Angel. He was tearing his jacket in strips to place on the wounds. Max began to do the same. Not wanting to look at Angel. Not wanting to see. Only five minutes later Fang appeared beside them along with Iggy and Nudge. Just as when Fang was injured on the beach the flock made a pad that they pressed into the wounds. The wound was so bloody. Max was stone cold not wanting to let this happen, wanting to be anywhere but here. Turn her over" said the voice in Max's head. Max did. There on Angle's back was a burn from the center of her back, the shirt and jacket torn to shreds leavening a gaping hole. Angel's back was red and raw. The flock was sigh lent, as if not wanting to wake a sleeping child, the burns where so bad. Then it was as if the sound was turned off. They were in a sigh-lent movie. The whole Navy Base was there. They placed Angel on a gurney, taking her away. Max can barely remember the events after that. She agley remembers protesting screaming mixed with tears. She didn't want to accept it. No one did. Max remembers being held back by Navy Base personnel, as she screamed as if she was on fire, as Max begged for Angel to wake up, to live once more.
The flock had known all their lives that they were destined for a life of running and hiding. They would never have a moment's peace. Their lives were meant to be destroyed by the people of this world that were greedy and unkind. No matter what happened or where they ran they would be found. They would never live as people should. Now they paid the price for trying to redefine such laws.
Angel died that night. Her blond curls stained red. Her white wings folded around her like a blanket worming her from the cold, her eyes filled with not terror but peace. Finally one of the flock would find peace, if only it could be found in something else but death. Then maybe they could live as a family not a flock.
The flock woke in a hotel room that had a view off towards the ocean. The bright sunshine seemed to be mocking the death on Angel. The people lapping down below on the beach seemed to be calibrating her death. It put the whole flock in a worse mood then they already were. But this wasn't the whole flock, it never would be. The flock was missing one person, one wonderful beautiful person.
The flock wondered about the hotel then outside, then the Navy Base. No one spoke to them or even looked their way. As if they set off alarms to not. When they reached the Navy Base there was not a sound. Not even the ocean moved as they walked to the mess hall. There, the flock for once in their lives, was not hungry. There was a hunger in them that no longer could be satisfied. So what was the point in even trying anymore? Angel was the rope that held them together. She somehow got them to go on the right path. Somehow she always knew, like when they left D.C Angel said to go to Florida. Or when she somehow knew that the password for the A.T.M machine was mother. Somehow Angel held all the answers. She was their ace in a poker.
Even for Jeb it was hard. His eyes were rimed with red from crying. His hair was untidy his clothes were stained. He didn't even say a word as he passed them in the mess hall. Not a word of comfort or understanding. Thought Max hated when he did things like that. Almost acting like a father should, she hated it, but now Max yearned for it. For anyone to say it was alright. To say that somehow by some miracle Angel would wake up happy and alive. Max had crumpled, she who had survived so much. To be defeated now after all that had happened. All that had come their way she'd fought. Now she felt as if she was barley living.
This lasted for what seemed to be forever. It was only three days until there was a funeral.
Angel was dressed in white. Her body placed in a white marble casket. Flowers surrounded her. Her blond hair flowed in waves around her shoulders. Her wings unfurled like the night she died, as if to shield her from death. Her hands folded. She truly looked like an angel.
The whole flock was dressed in black.
They all cried. Angel was to be buried in a field of wild flowers. It was all so beautiful and girly. Witch was the opposite of Max in her mind, but matched Angel perfectly.
Total was there too. He'd been so quit. No –one had even thought to find him after that confusing night. It turns out Total had flown away at the sight of Angel's blood, because Angel had rescued him. It wouldn't have been right to see her like that.
After a short service it was time for the flock to say something. First up was Gazzy the only known relative of Angel.
"Angel…was…my only sibling. She was…"Gazzy couldn't finish. He stepped aside. Next was Nudge.
"I-"Nudge couldn't even make it past the first word before bursting into tears. She fell to the ground sobbing. Fang had to come and help her get up to let the next person speak.
"I've never been to a funeral before. But we all knew that someday we would. But for Angel to be the first is unfair. Though who said are lives were fair." It was a very touching speech for Iggy to say. He left crying. Fang was more agents letting your feelings out than Max. But then surprisingly he walked over to the open casket and pulled out Celeste. Celeste was Angel's stuffed bear that she took everywhere with her. Now she'd be with him forever. This was even more meaningful than a speech.
Finally it was Max's turn. She shook her head no. max wanted to say her good buys alone.
They didn't berry Angel. They left the whit closed casket in the field. It was so much better that way. As if she was snow white, too beautiful to berry.
Then one by one the Navy people left. Soon only the flock stood there. Then soon they all had to leave as night began to fall.
The next morning was rainy. Max and the flock were up early, a first for them. Sitting on the dirt floor of their little hut they began to form some sort of plan.
"Look guys we have to keep doing whatever were supposed to do." Even to max that was a little vague. Angel would usually suddenly come up with some random place they should got to. Like Ohio or Taxes, but now there was no Angel to turn to.
"How about that school Jeb was talking about?" Nudge suggested looking hopeful. She loved school.
"No you know how I feel about schools."Max refused.
"Come on Max I sort of want to see how that would work out" said Gazzy in a winy voice.
Soon every-one was talking at once. All but max and Fang saying they should go to the school.
This is just like last time they were invited to go to s school every-one begging to go even though Max was the leader.
"I guess I have no choice."
So the flock went over to Jeb's hut thing to talk to him. When he heard that the flock wanted to go to the school he looked kind of no miserable. He was still grieving Angel.