me: Secrets. MUHAHAHA! Well, one, and it's Katrina's.

Angel: HAHA! Wait, what?

me: Let's just say, this is how Katrina feels about everything. And the rest of the flock. I almost didn't do Katrina POV since she was my OC.

Total: Is there Total POV in this chap?

me: No.

Total: ....Then where am I?

me: Oh, you'll see in the end of this chapter.

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-Katrina POV-

I slammed my door and pulled the dresser over it so no one would walk it. Then I collapsed on my bed and cried. This wasn't fair! I could do so much! And Mom knows that! There's bound to be times she can't fit through something, or reach something... I have Dad's long arms and legs, athletic body.

Dad.

Why was Mom so sure he was alive? I didn't want him to be dead either, don't get me wrong, but people get killed in war. It's war. It's not uncommon. I wanted to save him, with or without Mom, I needed him. Maybe I could--no. But maybe.... I slowly unfolded those things on my back. Mom and Dad didn't know I had them. I got them when I was about seven. Maybe Andie and Andrew will have them, too. Surly Mom and Dad don't think that just because their's were gone, the gene wasn't passed down. Because it was.

-Iggy POV-

My cell phone rang that goofy Strawberry Sortcake ringtone, You're My Hunnubun, Sugerplum, blah blah blah. Ella's ring. I fished it out of my pocket and smiled. "Hey, baby. How's everything going?" I knew the answer, probably just an I Miss You call. Sobbing was on the other end. I straightened up. "Ella? What's wrong?"

"I just--I j-just got a message from M-max," she stuttered. She whispered, "Fang!"

"What about him?"

"War, Iggy! Fang was k-killed! They b-bombed his t-tent!" The words stuck my heart like a needle.

"Oh, no!" I whispered. "I'll be right there, Ella! Love you!" I closed my phone and stuffed it in my pocket as I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. Bombs were my area. No one hurts Fang with one but me. No--even I don't. Max would kill me.

-Gazzy POV-

"No, I can't swim!" my actor yelled. The man behind her shoved her head underwater. She could really swim, it would be way to dangerous if she couldn't. Plus, it's Angel. Even if we didn't have our wings anymore, we still had out powers. He could hold her under for hours and her survive, if it wouldn't have made him suspicous.

"Cut! Fantasic!" I yelled through a bullhorn as a little bell rang twice. The man stood up and Angel, soaking wet, stood up and laughed, her mascara running. "Angel, what happened to waterproof?"

Angel shrugged. "Apparently it ran out."

I rolled my eyes. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. Iggy. Sighing, I flipped it open. "Iggy, I'm on set, and--"

"Gazzy! This is important! Ella would have called you, but she was a wreck." I frowned. Ella was a wreck and she needed IGGY to deliever a message? Great. I was in touble about something. "It's about Fang." HOW DOES HE DO THAT?

My frown deepened. I saw Angel watching me with careful eyes, waiting for Iggy to continue.

"His tent was bombed," Iggy said. My eyebrows raised in shock as Angel gasped. "Max got a letter that he was killed." I jumped up. Angel came over and cried in my shirt. The actor, still knee-deep in water, frowned. Totally lost. Well, he would be.

"He was?" I repeted. I heard him right, since Angel was crying, but it was too much to believe. Fang.

"Yes. I have to get to Ella's. Call you latter, Gazz." And the line went dead.

Too shocked to say anything, I closed my phone and slide it in my pocket so I could hold my little sister. "We'll tape that last scene tomorrow, guys," I said to the male actor. He frowned, but obviosly realized we had family trouble, and nodded. He took his jacket and left.

-Angel POV-

"Angel, sweety!" my manager said when Gazzy dropped me off at the photo shoot. He kissed both my cheeks. "What happened? You're a wreck!"

I tried to smile. From his frown I saw I failed. "Family trouble, Larinzo. My brother was killed."

Larinzo's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'd reschedule if I could, but Angel, this is for charity. So much good publicity with this. And you could get an award." I rolled my eyes. I had a whole room in my LA mansion full of Grammies and awards. Even though it was kind of creepy, with Total's grave in the backyard. Me and the flock are the only ones who know it. "Plus, this is a great way to start your singing career!"

"Larinzo, I told you. I don't want a singing career!"

He srugged. "Well, let's get you in the bathroom before anyone with a camera sees you." He shoved me towards the girls' bathroom. In it, I saw how horrible I looked. My mascara, that had already run from Gazzy's pool scene, was running down my cheeks in several lines from crying. My eyes were red and puffy. My base was all messed up.

I washed my face and reapplied. I just wanted to call Gazzy to pick me up. All the reporters and photographers there would still think I would be there. They don't get refunds! And I think they can occupy themselves with the other twenty celebs there! But Larinzo would be mad. And he could get me bad publicity.

-Nudge POV-

My heart pounded as I stared out the glass wall in her office, up twenty-five stories. The view was spectacular, but not for anyone who's afraid of hights. She was behind me flipping through my new designs. I'd been succesful so far, but there's a first for everything.

My phone vibrated and I jumped. Angel. I flipped it open. "Angel, this is the worst timing!"

"Sorry! But I'm in the bathroom, I had to call you. Max got a letter. Fang's dead, Nudge!" She broke out in tears.

"What?" I flipped my phone off. "I've got to go....family emergancy."

She looked up. "I won't look at these again."

"I know!" I grabbed my design book from in front of her. "I'm sorry! I have to go!" And I ran out of the room. I just gave myself tons of bad publicity. Oh well.

-Ella POV-

"Iggy!" I gasped when he walked through the door. I ran up and threw myself into a hug, crying on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I caught a glimps of my engagment ring. I still couldn't believe it was really there, that we were really getting married. It was too good to be true!

"It's okay, Ella. I called Max."

I nodded. "I have to take care of her kids. Who knows what I'll do around them!"

He ran his wrist up and down my back. "Katrina can help you. Max told her. Andie and Andrew don't know."

"I have to go pick them up now. Come with me."

He kissed my hair and led me to my car, by head on his shoulder.

-Max POV-

"Mommy! Aunt Ella's here!" Andie's voice called. I zipped the small suitcase, that held only what I need. Blanket, food, water, change of clothes, first-aid kit, toothbrush, and toothpast. And I had Fang's old pocket knife in my pocket. I walked out to where Ella was, leaning against Iggy.

"Thank you so much for keeping them," I said, hugging them both.

"Why are you leaving, Mommy?" Andrew asked, tugging on my shirt. I patted his head.

"Uncle Gazzy called me from New York. I have to go up and help him with something." It was the best excuse I could come up with. I bend down to hug and kiss Andie and Andrew. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise."

I straightened up and Katrina tapped my shoulder. "Take this, Mom. And don't forget us." She handed me a picture frame. She was in the middle, bent down to Andrew and Andie's height, her arm around their shoulders.

"I could never forget you guys," I said, giving her a hug and a kiss. I stepped on the porch. "I love you guys!"

"Love you!" they all said. I smiled and waved as I called a taxi.

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me: Well, there you go.

Total: So I AM DEAD!

Angel: Ghost!

me: *headdesk* Not this again! REVIEW!