Chapter Two: Two

I wasn't planning on posting this today, but I'm super exited about having a review and stuff the day after I posted the first chapter, so thanks for that ChachieB, this one's for you.

And, it's shorter then the last one, but you just have to deal with it.

Glory's POV

Seriously. Like, the only differences in our appearances were our hair and wings. His hair was strawberry blonde, where mine was light gray, and his wings were a rusty brown, where mine were light gray, like my hair.

He looked mildly annoyed, but no one answered his question for a while, until the blonde boy said, "He looks just like you, Iggy."

The African-American girl elaborated. "He does he really does except you have reddish blondish hair and he has light gray hair and your wings look like rust and his are gray just like his hair," she said in one breath.

Iggy, who appeared to be blind, gasped at the same time as Max. Maybe something finally clicked with her.

"Angel?" she squeaked.

Angel looked horrified. "I—He—He's blank. Just like Jeb, I can't read him."

I didn't get it, but it seemed to make since to them. I didn't ask.

"G-Glory," Max squeaked. "I-I thought you were…. That they killed you and Pop."

I hadn't been close to Max, since she had been scared of me, but she and Pop had been great friends.

Everyone else seemed confused.

"Max! I—I can't tell what you're thinking. It's—it's like everything you're talking about is blocked out of my brain," Angel said. I guessed she was a mind reader or something.

Max ignored her. "Glory, I'm sorry. I was too scared to know then, but what they did was horrible. And I just watched that ass-face carry you and my best friend away. I haven't even said a thing about it since and—" she was interrupted by Iggy, my look-alike.

"—What the hell is going on here!" he yelled, silencing everyone.

After a while, Max, looking extremely upset, slowly asked, "Do you remember, when we were three, a little after they messed up Iggy's eyes, and they moved me to a cage in another room?"

Iggy nodded and the guy wearing all black shortly said "Yeah." The three younger kids looked between us four with wide eyes, obviously too young to have been there.

"I shared my cage," Max continued quietly, "with Glory," she nodded towards me, "and a girl named Pop. Pop was my best friend. One day, a Whitecoat came to get Glory, and Pop tried to stop him. He took her too. And I just sat there and watched. They never came back."

"And I don't get why you're so upset about that. I'm not," I told her. I really wasn't. No, I didn't like where they took me after that, but it wasn't her fault. I didn't want her to die for me. Or at all, really.

"Yeah, Max, don't be upset," said the little blonde boy.

Max whirled on the others.

"Yeah, I'm gonna be upset! Pop was my best friend! And I just let her and Glory be carried away! You just don't get it! What—What if I'd done that to any of you!"

"But you didn't, Max. You're okay. We're okay," Iggy reassured her, moving closer to hug her. She half-heartedly punched him in the chest and shoved him away from her. She turned to face me, but when she saw me she clenched her eyes shut tight.

"What—" her voice cracked, she swallowed hard and tried again. "What happened to Pop? Where is she?" She opened her eyes to see my reaction to her question. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears.

I opened my mouth to tell her, but I couldn't force the words out. I couldn't tell her that Pop was dead. That it was my fault that she's dead. Painfully aware of the five pairs of eyes set on me—Max had taken sudden interest in my shoes—I shook my head and looked away.

Max collapsed to the ground, looking guilty and shocked. All of the other kids looked scared and confused, except for the guy wearing all black, who sat down next to Max to whisper in her ear. I could tell she didn't do this kind of thing often. Even when we were three, she was as tough as nails, like Pop.

"How?" she asked so quietly that I could barely hear her.

I shook my head again. I couldn't say it, even if I'd wanted her to know.

She looked miserable, and the tall one whispered to her again.

"No, it is not, Fang!" She shoved him away, stood up and flew away, not even bothering to take a running start. She faltered a bit at first, but then she took on an impossibly fast speed and was out of sight.

So, how you like it so far, eh? Good, bad, needs work, what? Tell me. Review, please. That's all…. For now.