Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in forever…Again! But I've been busy with school and other stuff like that. I hope you like this chapter. It's kinda lame. So sorry for the lameness.

If she wants me to, I want to dedicate this chapter to maximumridechick! She reviewed so many times in a row, and made me feel super special because I hadn't gotten any reviews for a while. So thank you so much maximumridechick!!!!!

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--SarahBelle--

Chapter 23

I could hear someone yell my name, but it sounded distant. There was more screaming, and then what sounded like an explosion.

I swear, if the Gasman and Iggy set the forest on fire…

A burning flare shot through my skull.

I clutched my head for dear life, trying to not let the pieces of my brain fall out, and down on the Earth below.

Even though I could barely move without excruciating pain vibrating through my body, I managed to scream, "Fang! Get your butt over here!"

I clenched my teeth and felt my breaths become small hisses of pain.

I had been falling for about five seconds, so I knew I was close to the ground. We had been almost two thousand feet up, and if I was falling around a thousand feet it would take me all of nine seconds before I went splat on the ground.

Just as I thought Fang would never make it in time; I felt something hard and wiry catch my and lift me up higher from the ground.

I was going to say some sarcastic phrase or remark, but a wave of pain made me stop and give a small whimper instead.

I almost died from embarrassment.

"Voice! Why?! I don't want to die like this, letting everyone see me in pain!" I yelled inside my head.

"It's the only way they can undo it."

"Undo what? My sanity?"

The voice didn't reply.

I nearly screamed in frustration.

Images started flashing through my rapidly, making me nauseous and queasy.

There was something off about them though. It wasn't like the ones I had gotten in New York, or when I had fallen out of the sky. Those where of stuff in the future. These seemed like they were going back words. These images where of things I had already done.

I could make out my flock and me sitting in the forest roasting marshmallows. Fang, Nudge, and I going to rescue Angel. The Erasers taking her and throwing her into the brown sack. Jeb teaching us how to fly. All of us escaping the School. Me, three years old, looking at a Whitecoat walking towards me with a big needle, while shaking in fear.

It was like I was watching my life in reverse.

Right before my eyes.

Then, as quickly the brain attack came, it left.

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(Fangs POV)

Somehow, I had managed to grab Max before she splattered on the ground.

Ew, bad image.

She was holding her head tightly, and her breathing was erratic. No wonder she had screamed for me to come…

"Max?" I said as softly as I could, "Max, can you hear me?"

She suddenly gave a small whimper of pain.

"Fang?" I looked up at Angel's small frame nearly shaking. It wasn't from the cold air, but from fear. And Angel never gets scared. Never.

"She's ok Angel." I reassured her, trying to talk in a gentle voice even though I was nearly shaking myself.

All of the sudden, Max collapsed in my arms, and became limp.

I swear my heart stopped for an instant.

No…no, no, no! Max can't be dead!

I quickly checked for a pulse on her neck, and let out a big breathe when I felt it was there, but beating franticly.

"Fang?" Angel's voice sounded more anxious than before.

I heard Iggy mutter, "Is she ok?"

I ignored their questions and looked up into the sky. The sun was lowering over the horizon and it would be dark soon.

"Let's go find some place to land." I told the Flock trying hard to keep my voice steady.

We found a secluded area in the forest. It was covered from the sky, unfortunately, but if we walked through the woods a little ways there was open sky above.

When we had landed, Iggy immediately started a fire. The Gasman and Nudge went to a stream that we had seen nearby, and Angel set up the blankets so I could lay Max down. Luckily, the School, well, whatever that place was, didn't take our packs.

I gently set her down on the makeshift bed, being as careful as I could.

She looked pale, like she was sick. A sheet of sweat covered her forehead, and she was shaking a little too.

I brushed her sweaty hair back from her face.

Why, oh, why did this have to happen to you Max?

Why?

I covered her with a blanket, and kissed her forehead, ignoring the others behind me.

I got up and turned around, looking at the others.

Gazzy and Nudge were sitting by the fire, getting warm. The now filled water bottles were lying on top of a backpack. Iggy was sitting next to them with Angel curled up in his lap. They all had tired, worried faces.

I went over by the fire and sat across from the Flock. I put my hands up to the fire to warm my chilled bones.

That's when the questions started.

"Fang is Max ok?"

"Fang what are we gunna do?"

"Fang is Max going to die?

"Fang…are we gunna make it?"

They all quieted down after they saw I wasn't going to answer.

The last question, asked by Angel, made me feel almost angry. But I understood, I mean, what would you think if the only leader/ parental figure was sick and you didn't know if she was going to live? Who can you depend on, but the people you know and love most?

I looked up from the fire's coals, and looked into each of their worried faces.

"We're going to get through this."

Heyyyyyy. Sorry for the lame, stinky, horribleness of this chapter. But I didn't really know what to put. I couldn't think of anything. So SORRY!!! Really sorry for it's pathetic-ness. Hopefully next chapter will be better!

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--SarahBelle--