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Chapter 4:

MAX POV:

Adrenaline raced through my veins as I took a Flyboy out with a roundhouse kick. I had no time to see if the others were awake. Surely they were, right? I mean, how could they not be?

Then, I heard a grunt from behind me, and turned to see Fang, his usually impassive face flaming anger. Good. At least I knew Fang was awake…

I turned from Fang to see two Flyboys coming at me. I flew up higher at the last second, watching them crash into each other. There were ten of them…nine now, thanks to Angel's ability to control minds. Ouch, that had to hurt.

Gazzy and Iggy were dropping bombs from above, and I quickly did a U turn in mid air to avoid one. "Watch where your throwing those things!" I yelled.

Max, Angel's in trouble.

I quietly regarded the Voice as I flew off to help Angel. Watching her struggle against three Flyboys brought back memories a few months ago, when she was taken back to the School. I shuddered, but also got flamed up, ready to rip apart anything.

I lunged at one, giving Angel a break, and she flew off ten feet into the air. I took the Flyboy I had grabbed by the neck and looked into its lifeless red eyes.

"I'm going to make scrap metal out of you!" I shouted, already beginning to punch the lights out of him, literally. The red glow faded and he dropped like a rock. Before I knew it, we had already defeated the ambushing Flyboys.

"Sheesh" I said, looking over at Fang. "When will they learn to send more than a dozen?"

Fang shrugged. "Hopefully never."

I nodded in agreement, looking at the pieces of metal below the trees.

"Anyway, we need to get out of here. Come on, lets pack up our stuff"

The flock hurried back to our tree, where we packed the little supplies we had and took off.

"Come on guys, lets just get this School business over with."

They nodded. It wasn't like they'd be able to fall back asleep now. Might as well do this while the adrenaline was pumping.

We flew for forty minutes, until we reached what we knew was the School. Now that I thought about it, sneaking in in the middle of the night was probably a good idea. Certainly there cameras couldn't see us at such a high altitude, in the middle of the night?

I lowered myself slowly into the play yard, where Erasers were trained to hunt and kill their prey. It made me shudder, but it was our way in…and hopefully our way out.

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I crawled along the wall, my back stiff, my left hand out in front of me, feeling for signs of anything. A door, a window. Anything that would get us in. I put my hand further out in front of me, the brick wall rough on my hands. In less than a minute, I had found what I was looking for: a door. I knew it was a door as soon as my thin, bony and bloodied hand touched the cold, smooth surface. I moved my hand around more, looking for a way in. I felt the cold handle, and brought my hand back almost instantly. It was cold. Really cold. I jiggled it quietly, soon realizing that it was locked.

"Iggy, over here, 1-o-clock"

He nodded and crept his way from the back of the line to upfront where I was. It took him three minutes to open it, and in that time, no one had discovered us. I was getting a little creeped out. Was this a trap?

Iggy opened the door and it swung open with a small creek. It was eerie, and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. We followed in single file, Fang shutting the door behind us with a small click.

The normally brightly lit hallways were pitch black, and luckily we could all see in the dark, it wasn't really a problem. We moved along the hallway, our backs stuck to the wall like a static cling. When I realized we had no clue where we were going, I consulted Angel.

"Can you figure out where we need to go from here?"

She nodded and her eyes flew shut, concentrating hard. She was searching the minds of scientists, looking for a lay out of the area. Her eyes flew open and I acknowledged her.

"Where to?"

Angel looked up at the low ceiling above us, where a small vent was waiting. "Up."