A/N: Hey people! How you guy's? Just getting back to the computer after a shopping trip with my family. So if you guys don't know, I'm starting a sequel to this story, it's called Visioned. If any of you guy's have any ideas or suggestions PLZ Pm me or review telling me your ideas. That would be a BIG help! Thx more at the bottom...

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Chapter 4

Max skidded into camp after her attempt to find Iggy, only to find Fang snoozing against a tall pine tree.

"Ahem," She cleared her throat and Fang sat up and blinked. He was about to yell at whoever woke him up when he spotted Max giving him the death-glare. He straightened up immediately. "What did you find?" He asked groggily.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Max said letting out a tired sigh. She walked over a sat down next to him. "How was the Flock?" Fang looked away.

"Fang, we're you even paying attention?"

"Maybe," He mumbled. "Okay, it's just… Kylin looked like she was doing fine with them and I had had night watch, and I might have fallen asleep." His voice trailed off at the end. Max looked at him in shock.

"You let the blind girl take care of three children! Are you insane?"

"You left us with a blind guy," Nudge said from behind a tree. Max turned red and Fang smirked.

As the night approached Kylin inched out off of her tree limb and crept over to the fire to gather supplies. She grabbed things like food, water, and bandages (just in case). She was about to take off when she heard light footsteps behind her.

"I know where you're going." said an angelic voice. "And I can help you."

"How would you help me, Angel?"

"I can read thoughts, remember? I can tell if we're close to Iggy." Kylin pondered this for a moment.

"Alright, come on. Let's get going before the others wake up."

Nudge was taking the morning watch and was almost dozed off against a tree when she heard the crackling of dead leaves under feet.

"Whose there?" She said shakily. The footsteps came closer and stopped suddenly. Nudge whipped around only to find Iggy staring straight at her. Something was off about Iggy, but Nudge couldn't quiet put her finger on it. "Oh, thank goodness it's you, Iggy. I thought it was an Eraser or something." Iggy looked at her with unblinking eyes. He was sure different.

"Come on Nudge, it's time to go. The rest of the Flock is waiting for us." He said blankly.

"O-kay? But where are we going?"

"To a safer place." He said. They walked for a while before they came to clearing. "Come on Nudge, they're waiting for us in the trees." They walked over to the trees and three figures stepped out of the tree line. It took Nudge a minute to realize that they were her friends, but by the time she saw they were tied up, had duck tape over their mouths, and were held by Erasers, "Iggy" had her in a death-grip.

"Iggy! What's going on! Let them go!"

"There is no more Iggy. He is gone, destroyed. I am the real James Griffiths." He said evilly.

"What?" Nudge questioned.

"You heard me!" Iggy II grabbed Nudge's arm and sifted through his pockets.

"Where is he? What have you done to hi-" Nudge screamed in Iggy II's face before Iggy II could get a cloth over her mouth. Once Nudge took a breath of the sickly sweet smell her world became fuzzy.

"Shut up." He spat. He nodded and an Eraser lifted her into a fireman lift and her vision faded into black.

The real Iggy was crumpled up in an unnatural position in a usually extra small metal dog crate. He straitened himself out and inspected himself and his surroundings. His hair was slightly wet and he had multiple scars from needles. He listened and found he was in a large room with multiple mutants in cages along side him. Suddenly, a tall Whitecoat entered the room, and all of the "experiments" cowered in fear.

"Experiment 5, come with me." He said as he approached Iggy's cage. He had two furry Erasers grab Iggy and they dragged him down a long hall and into an chemical-smelling operating room. The Erasers strapped his arms in metal cuffs to the icy –cold table.

"Bring in Batchelder and Dr. Smith to start the operation." Said one of the Whitecoats. Needles pierced Iggy's skin and numbed his senses. More needles… then… darkness.

Jeb walked down the halls to OR 17.

Iggy. They've finally got him, after all these years. Time to fix the mess they made…Jeb thought.

Jeb met up with Dr. Smith and entered the OR to find an unconscious Iggy lying on the table.

"Experiment 5 is ready for the operation." said a Whitecoat who was monitoring Iggy.

"Good," said Dr. Smith, and he turned to Jeb. "Jeb, you are in charge of finding, capturing, and presenting experiment 15 to the Director in two days, are we clear?"

"Yes," Jeb said. As he walked out of the room, he thought he heard the muffled scream of a young boy behind him.

Angel and Kylin soared high above the trees in search of Iggy. The trees below blended into a thick mass of green. Kylin, with her enhanced hearing listened for the faintest sound of Iggy's feathers. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

A/N: Hey! how was it? (yeah i know, it is really suckish, isn't it?) But before I leave i want to thank Clamer of the Storm for helping me out A TON! you gave me some good advice. THX! ^-^ I will update again went we have 15 reviews (Man, that is not alot) Oh well!

Fly on,

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