I am SOOOOO SORRY I haven't written in, like, just about a month! I'm so, so, so, so, soooo sorry! I feel so freaking rotten, guys! I was on such a block for this chapter! Seriously, NOTHING sounded right! At all! Seriously, I don't even know if this version sounds good, but my sis likes it, so there. So here it is, the long awaited sixth chapter. Angel's funeral. :'( Sorry again I made you wait this long. Again, I am SOOO SORRY! :(

Comments:

Jessica Jay Jackson: No, they were not killing Fang's Gang or the flock (not yet, at least). You've got a lot of good questions (and good points) each of with will be answered, so please hang tight! :)

boxtoplad999: I'm glad it's getting intriguing. ;) That's what I'm hoping for, haha! XD

Alright, here's the next chapter! (Again, SORRY!)

Death is never easy, never something we can expect. It takes us by surprise, knocking the breath out of us, tearing out a part of us and stomping it on the ground. Death doesn't just kill one person, it kills everyone affected by it. Especially when the one whom Death consumes was far too young to be taken.

I stood over Angel's grave in the woods behind my mom's house, containing the only thing we could find left of her: her shoe. Gazzy stood beside me, silent tears falling from his face. In his mind, his sister's death no doubt played over and over, still so fresh to him. Still so new, though it had happened a week ago.

It seemed like just yesterday.

Iggy stood beside him, placing a reassuring hand on Gazzy's shoulder, making sure he knew his big brother was there for him. Standing beside them was Nudge, tears running silently down her cheeks, her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes red and puffy, her hand in mine for reassurance. Total stood at the foot of the grave, silently pawing the dirt, hoping that it wasn't true. That Angel, the one who had saved him from the Institute, wasn't dead. That her bloody and torn shoe wasn't buried underneath the dirt. In all honesty, Total owed Angel his life. If it wasn't for her, he'd probably be who knows where, looking for food like a stray-mutant-pup, and Angel knows that wouldn't have blown over well. Total, the proper, french-speaking, flying mutant dog, digging for scraps like a common stray. Poor dog would've died if that happened.

Unfortunately, Angel beat him to it.

Dylan stood beside me, a comforting arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close. He had barely known Angel, and yet he still looked sadly at the grave, as if he had lost a long time friend. It made my heart break even more.

Turning only my head, I glanced over at Fang's Gang, each of their faces drawn and sad, though barely any of them even knew Angel, besides Fang and Maya, of course. Kate and Star were holding back tears, their eyes red with effort. Even Holden looked upset, our little starfish that saved my life back in France was now trying very hard to hold back tears. Only Rachet seemed to be have a better time at keeping his face impassive, though it was probably because his sunglasses was covering his eyes, and his mouth was turned into a stern frown. He glanced at me, and I quickly glanced away, back at his elders.

Fang and Maya stood together, at the back of the group. Maya's face was closed off, her eyes glazed as she looked at the grave intently, as if Angel would somehow rise from that little shoebox, fully formed and well. I could tell that she knew I was looking at her, but her eyes never left that little box of dirt with two sticks sticking out like a cross standing over it. Not even when a bee flew by her hair, landing on her shoulder than flying away. Not when rain began to poor hard over our heads, matching everyone's moods. Not even when lightning struck, flashing so her features were more prominent in the dark, wet air. She never once moved her gaze from that grave.

And I sort of knew why.

See, a few months ago, Maya had been created to replace me. To take over my flock and then lead them back into the School and have the whitecoats deal with them. But, unfortunately for them, I got out of the little hell hole they kept me in and came back just in time to see my flock held captive by their fears and a bleeding Angel being held hostage by a lookalike me. Ari had bitten her arm, and Maya had made sure she didn't run off when he did. To say that Maya and Angel had an interesting history would be an understatement. But that's usually how it goes around here.

As for Fang... Well, he was Mr. Dark and Silent for a reason. He had barely spoken since he had gotten here, only exchanging a few 'hello's' and pats on the shoulder for consolation. Once his Gang got here, he had been especially closed off, glancing around ever so often, mostly keeping to himself. That's how he gets, though, when things go wrong. He closes in on himself, not talking to everyone, just... stays there, not causing trouble. It was like a defense mechanism.

He was also looking at me pretty often. Not out of anger. Not out of depression or something. Just, looking. Thinking.

It was pre-Antarctica all over again.

Finally, I looked back down at the grave, gazing at the makeshift cross. Carved in the horizontal stick was Angel's name, a halo on each side. Nudge had come up with the idea, and we had agreed, thinking it best. When it was time to bury the shoe, Gazzy had been the one to place it in the grave, only a little reluctant over losing the one thing he had left from his sister. Iggy and Fang had each helped bury the shoe, digging the dirt into the hole and sealing it forever. Iggy had struck the cross in, with the help of Gazzy and Nudge, and even Holden, whom volunteered out of the blue out of respect for Angel. It was obvious that he had a soft spot for her, especially since he was the one who first denied the plan to send Angel out in danger in the first place. We let him go ahead, knowing Angel wouldn't have really cared.

Standing there, the rain pouring off my face, I began to reminisce all the memories I had had with Angel. Angel was my baby. I had literally taken care of her ever since we had escaped from the School, feeding her, changing her, watching her grow up. I had been there when she found out that she could read minds, breathe under water, talk to fish. When she was kidnapped, I stopped at nothing to get her back. When she went psycho, I hoped with all my might that she would turn back to the way she was, the way we were. When she started acting like her old self, I was overjoyed!

When she died, it tore a hole in my heart that didn't need to get any bigger since the second time Fang left.

Looking around, I saw the effect it put on the flock, the sadness and pain that the Doomsday Group put upon us. They killed my baby. They killed Gazzy's biological sister. They tore a very important and loved member of the flock away. My flock. They killed Angel.

All of my tears seemed to dry up then, making the only thing falling hard down my cheeks be the rain. The arm around my shoulders that belonged to Dylan didn't seem to matter anymore. Cold rage filled my heart, revenge making my eyes grow hard, my vision red. I've said this once, and I'll say it again. You don't mess with momma bear's cubs, especially not if you want to live.

Shrugging off Dylan's arm, I walked up to the grave, dropping a flower I had found out back; a white carnation, Angel's favorite. In a low, shaky voice, I said, "I will avenge your death, Angel." The others around me straightened, knowing what this meant. We were going back. We were going to take down the Doomsday Group, or whatever they were called now, once and for all. For Angel.

For Ella.

For my mom.

For the world.

"I swear to you, Angel, I will."

That's it for now! Please, please tell me what you think! I, personally, like the end with Max and her mamma bear comment. I thought, 'Oh, yeah! Here comes good ol' Max again!' XD Anyway, hate? Like? Eh? Please review!