I'm not going to try to make up an excuse this time. Didn't update, sorry, not much you can do about it. Unless you happen to be Shadow793, who by the way, is my new official best friend. Shadow973, thanks for reminding me what a jerk I was being by not updating. You said it much nicer though…

Anyways, I'm here now, I'm writing now, no need for hard feelings (and there's more of you than me…not a very fair fight).

Disclaimer: I haven't done this on any other chapter. Why start now. You all (hopefully) know I don't own the Flock, or any Flock related items.

Talon's POV

"Talon!" Angel screeched at me, her blond curls falling into her eyes. She blew up at her bangs, clearly annoyed, and proceeded with ranting me out.

"How the heck did you get here? I've been stuck here for the past three MONTHS!"

"How was I supposed to know you were stuck here? I didn't even know you were alive until I met you!"

This girl may be short and skinny, but she freaks me out a little bit.

She just glared at me.

"What?"

She kept glaring. I was getting Goosebumps.

"It's not my fault you're here. I don't even know where we are! It looks like some god-forsaken Island; it smells like some god-forsaken Island, you look like a god-forsaken girl-" I was cut off by the Blond Angel of Doom (as I had taken to calling her in my head).

"You know what Talon? Your negative input is not helping this situation-"

This time I cut her off.

"My negative what?"

"Negative input. Your negative input is not helping this situation."

"Where'd you get that from? Dr.Phil?" This girl had a way of getting under my skin.

"No, I did not get it from watching Dr. Phil. I don't even know who Dr. Phil is! If you didn't take the time to find out about your mother's favorite flock member, I don't think you deserve to talk to me." She turned her back to me, but stayed sitting on the log we had been sitting on for the past few hours.

"Favorite? I would say that Fang was her favorite flock member, after all, she always loved him the most." I could see I hit a nerve here, and strangely, instead of making me feel better I felt like a jerk.

"Max always loved me best. Until they took me away…" Angel trailed off, her eyes going glossy.

"Ang-" I started to apologize, but she held up her hands to stop me.

"I'm going to tell you my story. But there's rules. Rule number one : no interrupting. Rule number two: You cannot repeat any of this to anyone."

I nodded silently.

"Where to start…" Angel trailed off, and started tapping her fingers against the log. I noticed how clean they looked, how pretty. No! Bad Talon! I mentally slapped myself for thinking anything about this little spaz was pretty.

"Ok. The year before you were born. The Flock's living happy, Max and Fang are married, no more Ari, no more Itex, blah, blah, blah."

Okaaaaay.

"I think Nudge had just had Zane. It's been so long… anyways, we were all watching a movie, hanging out, just being family. I remember that more than anything else, how happy everyone was."

I hoped this wasn't going to be some kind of love story.

"Everyone but me and Max went to bed. Some sort of convention thingy in the morning they wanted to drive to. Dorks…" Angel smiled, but I could see in her eyes how hard telling this to me was.

"Max was playing with my hair. She was telling me how Fang was her best friend for so long. I didn't have any friends then. Apparently someone reading your mind can freak people out…"

I barely held in my snort.

"Max told me that when she and Fang were babies Jeb would roll their cribs close together just so they could see each other. I thought this was the most romantic thing ever…."

This time I snorted. I tried to cover it up with a cough, and ending up choking.

Angel just looked at me.

"They took me away that night, Talon. They drugged me so I wouldn't put up a fight. I was knocked out before they even reached my bed. They didn't even let me leave a note…" Tears started streaking down Angel's rosy cheeks. I felt an overwhelming urge to wipe them away, but firmly crossed my hands in my lap.

"They put me in a tube. It was so dark, I thought I had died. I lost track of time. Food was given to me through a tube in my stomach. Angel lifted up her yellow fitted shirt to her belly button to reveal a startling scar (and a perfectly toned stomach (No! Bad Talon))

"They let me out a year ago. It took me a week to get used to breathing normal air again. I realized I looked the same as I did on the day they stuck me in that torture device. I was still 14." Angel tears were falling freely now.

Without thinking, I reached out and pulled Angel close to me, so her head was resting on my shoulder. She didn't resist, and wasn't ashamed of soaking my shirt either.

"They ran tests on me for a year. Horrible, horrible tests. Tests to test my endurance, my strength, and my morals. The tests of my morals were the hardest to face. "

"What? How can they test morals?" I broke the no interrupting rule.

"Did you ever wonder how they killed off failed experiments in your mom's day? They used medicine. At least they went peacefully. They made…they made me kill the failed experiments. It was a choice, kill the experiment, or the whitecoats would kill me."

Angel lifted her eyes up to meet mine.

"As you can see, I'm still alive. Those 23 babies aren't."

"Ang-" I started to comfort her again.

"No! You're going to say it's okay. It's not! Those fourteen YEARS in the test tube changed me. They dulled my powers."

"Powers?" This was the first I had heard of any mysterious powers.

"I can read minds Talon. At least I could. Now I can only get feelings. You don't know how blind it makes me feel…" Angel broke down in tears (again).

"If it makes you feel any better, I always feel blind. I've run into my kitchen table countless times…" I was talking randomly just to try to get Angel to stop crying. Angels shouldn't cry, everyone knows that.

"I'm sorry Talon…" Angel whispered into my shoulder.

"It's okay, really. I'm used to girl's crying on my shoulder. Evangeline went through an…. emotional stage. Only Zane could get her out of it."

"No, I meant I'm sorry the whitecoats dragged you into this."

Angel must have had seen my confused look.

"I mean about you and me." She tried to clarify.

"I'm still lost."

Angel's perfect eyebrows came together in confusion.

"You mean they didn't tell Max when you were born? They promised…why should I have expected them to keep that promise though? They didn't keep any others."

I must have looked so confused at this moment; I blush just thinking about it.

Angel raised up her hand facing me. Without thinking, I raised mine to match hers. As our palms touched, I realized something.

Every grove, every scar, ever imperfection in my hands, were mirrored in Angel's own.

There, on my thumb was the two-inch scar I got when I was two and tried to fly down the stairs. I ended up hitting the picture of the Flock instead.

There it was on Angel's hand.

I brought my other hand up to find Angel's, trying hopelessly to find something I had that she didn't.

There on my knuckles were purple scars from punching the water fountain.

There they were on Angel's hand.

"Oh Talon." I jerked my head up to meet Angel's worried gaze.

"There's so much they didn't tell you."

HEY PEEPS! If you actually made it this far in the story, you have no idea how proud I am of you. I'm going to be wrapping this fic up in the next five chapters or so (it's my baby! I don't want to let it go…). I SHOULD be better about updating now that I'm sure I passed Science…but if I don't, follow Shadow793's example.