You lucky little punks. (just jokin') The chapters are getting published quicker than I can type another new one. I'm spoiling ya'll to bits. Mostly cos I have absolutely nothing better to do with my time other than watch Titanic over and over. Well I'm just finishing up the next chapter. And thanks to everyone who so religiously reviews! Ya'lls opinions make me laugh and give me ideas! I'm so glad you guys like my story!

So here's to blowing up the Empire state building! (I'm joking on that too.)

~Bear

Iggy.

I woke back up from another sleepless night only to be surrounded by black again.

Nothing has made me happy.

Nothing.

Not kicking Eraser ass or defeating one of the two regrouping Itex groups.

Nothing.

Today was a lay back and relax day, but how could I relax?

I had been stressed and tense ever since I had to leave Sydney.

I was empty.

I never felt whole or complete or anything.

Everyone keeps trying to cheer me up. But it doesn't work.

I don't eat, sleep or anything.

But today, Fang and Max walked in my room.

"Hey Igs! We've got an idea."

"Whatever." I groaned.

"Come on, your might enjoy it. Mom found all this old art stuff, she thought you might enjoy working with the paint and stuff." Max said.

"No."

I heard a box clunk on the floor.

"Well if you change your mind, we'll just leave this here." Max said before leaving.

It took me a minute before I actually got up and felt through the box.

Well, It's just something to do…

I thought as I pulled a canvas from the large box and felt my way through the paints, using what I had of my seriously blurred color identifying vision to find what I needed.

I shut off my vision for an minute as I just sat on the Martinez's guest room floor, painting.

When I finally finished and identified what I'd painted I sighed and hit my head against the bed.

Sydney.

I had painted Sydney.

I stared at the colors that made her into a painting before pulling out another canvas and trying again.

Sydney.

New canvas.

Sydney again.

New canvas.

Sydney and I.

"Hey Iggy what's-" Fang said, entering the room. When I'm guessing he saw the paintings he shut up fast.

I groaned and climbed back into bed. I yanked the covers over my head.

"Iggy…"

"Shut. Up."

He did and then left.

Only to return in a few minutes with Max.

I groaned louder when I heard her footsteps enter.

"What? Oh…"

"Yes, I get it. Lovesick blind mutant freak painted the girl who probably hates his guts right now. But let's not gawk okay? It's a stupid painting."

"Iggy, it's not stupid!" Fang said, "It's really good, but it's obvious you miss her. A ton."

"Yuh duh." I said, rolling my eyes. It's like, dude, where have you been?

Max just sighed and ran out of the room.

"Max!" Fang called after her and left.

"Oh sure go ahead. Leave. I don't mind I'll be alone forever anyway." I said sarcastically to the air.

I sighed.

I hope she's okay.

A few days passed after that and I had used up all the canvases, still painting Sydney's face. After I used up the canvases. I went back to my building bombs.

I hadn't made much, just two. My mind couldn't concentrate.

You know why.

One not so special day, I left my room to see if there was any chance I could eat anything.

Dr. Martinez stopped me on my way to the kitchen.

"Iggy, We've discovered where the next group is going to be meeting."

"Good." Was all I could mutter.

"Look you have to get your strength up. There's more in this group and also you have to learn how to fight in a tux."

"A tux!?" I spazzed.

"Don't worry you have time to learn the gala isn't for another five days or so."

I soaked that in.

"A tux?!" I repeated.

"Sorry, but it's the only place where we can attack all of them! And your going to have to avoid the other guests. Which means no closed-eye-roundhouse kicks."

She went to the fridge and unloaded a buffet of food. She then proceeded to grab a fork and said, "Eat or I'll shove it in for you."

I took the fork from her as she called the rest of the flock to come to the kitchen.

Despite the amounts of food I put in my mouth, it had no taste.

Dr. Martinez, Ella and the rest of the flock organized a attack plan while I just sat there and listened.