Hey, y'all! It's occurring to me that I started this story in '08. NOVEMBER 5TH 2008! And I'm still not done with it? Hell, I'm barely started with it! So everyone deserves a lot more with this, which is why I'm getting started on typing already.

Zach: Everyone should be so proud of her!
Abby: You should! Cause I'm growing on him!
Zach: -deer in the headlights look- I meant cause you were writing more already...
Abby: Oh.. that too! Y'all prolly thought that I forgot about Max and the rest of the Flock already being in the School... and you would be right. But I reread everything and decided now would be a good time to bring them back into the story. -cheery smile- Happy Readings!
Zach: She owns no one except for Elsa Ter Borcht, Blake and Fallon.

Max POV

I woke up with a blazing headache and a sore, stiff neck. My left wing was lodged in between two of the bars between my cage... HOLD UP. Cage? Carefully, I turned as much as possible to Fang, not wanting to hurt my wing.

"Fang," I whispered. "Fang... FANG!" He jumped up- and failed, hitting his head on the top of his cage. Tiredly, he rubbed his sore head.

"What is it, Max? And why are we in cages? Aren't we the rescuers, not the ones who need to be rescued?"

I felt like slapping him. Before I spoke, I looked over at the conditions of my flock.

Fang seemed alright, but he had a large gash on his right cheekbone where the blood seemed to have stopped flowing from. His cheek was crusted with dried blood, and the wound itself had started to scab over. I noticed that he flinched a lot when he moved... I was going to have to ask him about that.
Nudge looked like she was waking up and her right eye was completely swollen shut; her left was bruising but not as bad as her other.

Angel was slowly blinking her eyes and wiped her no longer bloody nose, cringing. It was probably broken.

Iggy was still knocked out, but looked perfectly fine. I was curious about that.

Gazzy was in the cage next to Ig, and he looked... GAZZY? I almost ripped my wing off as I whipped around to look at Fang. He noticed too. If it weren't for the fact that I was legitimately stuck in a cage and was in a lot of pain, I would have laughed in joy.

"Fang, can you help me with my wing? It's stuck and if I pull any harder without somebody pushing, I think it might rip out of my back." I felt his rough finger tips gently brush my wing.

"Max, I can't rea-" He stopped talking when we heard foot steps from outside of the locked door.

"I have an idea," he whispered. I was inspecting myself when I turned to Fang's cage. He wasn't there. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that no one was in it, but I knew that Fang had just turned invisible. We all pretended dto sleep as the handle on the door clicked. I saw feet move towards me as the lights turned on.

"What the..." He mumbled, looking at Fang's cage. "How did the little bugger get out of here?" He said, talking to himself, as he touched the lock on Fang's cage door. The man took the key from his labcoat pocket, and opened up the cage. He stuck his hand in and I saw it twitch as the man screamed in pain; Fang had bit the man.

His name tag read Melvin.

Melvin's eyes were closed as he nursed his bitten finger, and I saw Fang flicker back to being visible as he slipped out of his cage, and then returned to being invisible. He could move and stay invisible but it took a lot out of him.

Melvin was turning purple with rage by now and he flew his fist into the cage while sputtering, "Why, you little!" His hand collided with the back of the cage.

I shot Gazzy a look and he immediately said, "Looking for me?", in Fang's voice. M-Dawg, as I decided I would mentally call him, whipped around in the direction he heard the voice.

Invisibly, Fang kicked M-Dawg where the sun just don't shine. He sank to the floor singing, "Mommy."

"Now, Gaz!" I shouted to the Gasman. He used his grossly stenchy, green gift and the man passed out; we had all been holding our noses. Who knew a super-sonic fart could be useful? Fang turned visible again and swiftly took the keys out of Melvin's pocket. He unlocked my door and then the others, but I noticed he gingerly held his stomach and slightly bent over the arm. I sat patiently in my cage as my flock stretched. Fang looked at me and did a double-take.

"Oh! Max, sorry!" He helped me push my wing back and then I stepped out myself.

Iggy and the younger kids were hugging each other, especially long with their hugs with the Gasman. Fang sat on the edge of my cage with me as we watched Nudge and Gazzy hug. A single, large alligator tear fell from her eye as she held him close. I noticed that he had grown and was now a good inch taller than Nudge, who was 3 years older than him. Their hug lasted a good two minutes, and I knew that all she had wanted to say to him was shared through those moments.

I felt Fang fall against me and I looked over at him; his eyes were squeezed shut and a now bloody hand was still on his stomach. I moved it and saw that his t-shirt was torn up, as well as his stomach.

"Iggy! Iggy, Fang's hurt." He ran up to the bleeding bird boy next to me and put him on the ground. I held Fang's hand, noticing that he wasn't really focusing anymore.

"Fang.. Fang, stay with me. Why does this always happen to you?" I laid his head in my lap and stroked his face. By now the whole flock was crowded around the three older kids. Iggy got out his mini first aid kid and touched Fang's stomach, examining the wound. All of a sudden, Fang's whole body jolted up.

"Fang! No... no, Fang, come on. You're stronger than this. Stay strong for me, Fang." The tears were freely falling from my eyes as his closed. I rested my forehead against his, ignoring the uncomfortable position.

"Uh... Max? You might want to have a look at this," Iggy said, sounding confused. I looked up and saw a bloody Eraser claw on the ground next to me and felt sick, but I noticed what Iggy meant. The wound had started to close.

"Iggy... What did you just do?" Nudge asked. He repeated what he did, putting his hand next to the open, bleeding wound on Fang's stomach, and Fang jolted again. However, this time I noticed what happened. The longer Iggy kept his hands on Fang's gash, the more the injury closed.

With one final jolt from Fang, the wound was closed. I heard him exhale as his eyes squeezed together again.

"Iggy... It looks like you have a new gift," I said.

Slowly, Fang's hand found its way to the hand of mine that wasn't stroking his face. He squeezed it and I leaned down and kissed his chapped, almost colorless lips. Everybody gasped, including me.

"Alright, kiddies, let's give these two love birds a moment. To the other corner of the room!" Iggy chimed. I glared at him, as I dragged Fang to the nearest cage to lean up against.

"Why'd you kiss me?" He asked, not looking me in the eye. His hand was resting over mine, but I didn't make anything of it; he was probably afraid I would run away again.

"I... I don't know. I thought you were dying." He shook his head and chuckled.

"You use that excuse a lot. And besides, you kissed me once Ignatius resurrected me. You just wanted to kiss me, didn't you?" He smirked and I glared at him.

"Don't get a big head. I was happy that my flock member wasn't dy-" I was cut off by a certain bird boy's lips. Though they were chapped and swollen, they were also very soft and gentle. It wasn't one of those heated, passionate kisses you read about in books; more like how a girl's first kiss should really be. We broke away when we heard "ooh"-ing from the corner of the room. I hugged my best friend close to me.

"I care about you, Max. More than a brother should. And it scares me. I can't just hold these feelings inside anymore." This time it was my turn to lean in and kiss him. Iggy heard the sound of two lips together and took each of the kids' heads under his fingertips and turned them to the wall. Apparently Gazzy turned away from it, though.

"Oh yeah! Ew... guys, that's just.. not right," He muttered. "I forgot to tell you something. Once we use Iggy's new gift to heal everybody, we have to go rescue your twins!"

I did a double take at the 8 year old. He knew about the twins. That meant that...

I know, I know, hate me for leaving you with a cliff-hanger! But doesn't it make it so much more exciting and worth the wait? I hope this chapter was all you hoped for and more! I tried my hardest. I figured that since Iggy was the one who was best with first aid, he should be the one to get the healing power. It made sense in my brain.

Zach: Review please! And really, get me some scissors!

Abby: I agree, but again, ignore the scissor comment.

Love and Fruit Explosions,

Abby

P.S. I noticed that it didn't work when I tried to put my blog thing so it's abbymonsterx3 . tumblr . com minus all of the spaces(: