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Fangs POV

I looked around we were all here except for Max, she was gone. I saw a familiar figure in the distance. Wings? It must be Dylan...Really? I was sick of that punk. I flew down to the people that were fleeing. I grabbed one. I yelled at him, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME? WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHO IS SENT YOU?" He just looked up at me, scared to death. I threw him to the ground. "ANSWER ME!" I screamed becoming angrier with every second that ticked by. He finally spoke, shakily, "I-I'm Anto, we are avenging Mace!" He suddenly pounded me with his fists.

"Who is your leader?" I yelled, pushing him off. "I can't tell you!" he responded, a terrified and angry look plastered to his face. I crouched down and got in his face and said, "Who is your leader? That is the last time I am going to ask. That is the last time anyone will ask you anything if you do not answer me." I shoved him to the ground. "Dy…..Dylan," he replied shame dripping down his face along with his sweat. He looked away. I stood up and walked back to the flock Anto scrambled to his feet and ran away not daring to look back.

I looked around at the flock. This fight had brought more pain. "Report." I finally spoke. Iggy was the first to speak, "I'm fine. What did they want? Why did they attack?" He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll explain later..." Angel looked up at me confused, then said slowly, "I'm fine." She looked worried, she had probably read my mind. Great, just great. "Nudge? Gazzy?" I said looking toward them. I got two "I'm goods." I let out a sigh of releif, but barely had time to relax when I decided to speak. "Okay, to explain what happened. It was Dylan, he took Max, that was his group of whoevers. He told them to attack to avenge some Mace, some guy, I guess. But that doesn't matter, he took Max and we need to find her." But where to look? I thought to myself. "I read one of their minds!" Angel burst in. "The guy was really hungry and he wanted a ham sandwhich, but he couldn't have one because he was-" I cut her off. "To the point, please!" She sighed and narrowed her eyes. "Dylan is taking Max to a car garage. At least I think it was. I don't know where it is but it is probably close, right?" Angel stated. All of the Flock looked to me, worried. I ran my hand through my hair and let out a breath. "Well, I guess we'll have to find it… Hit the skies!"

Max's POV

I sat in the farthest corner of the small cage. My head was still throbbing and the blood from my wounded cheek ran into my mouth. "So..." Dylan said, pacing around me, tossing a pocket knife in the air. "What's new with you?" I glared and didn't reply. One reason, I was too weak. You can probably guess the other. "Shut up," I whispered.

"What's that?" he asked, bringing his face to the bars. "Couldn't quite hear you. Oh wait. That's right. I don't care!" He laughed evily and continued to walk. "It's a shame, really. Birds shouldn't be locked up in cages." I wiped my mouth and leaned forward. "Then let me out," I said, sounding as demanding as I could. "Oh, like that is going to happen," Dylan laughed. "It wouldn't be so wrong if you weren't a bird." He stopped walking. There was a blank look on his face, then an evil realization overcame him. "How about we make a deal?" he asked, a sly grin on his face. "You stay with me. Forever. No more Fang. No more stupid Flock. Bye bye. But, I let you keep your wings." My eyes widened and I glared at him. "You...You wouldn't!" I gasped out. No way I thought, He can't. Can he?

"But, on the other hand," he continued, "You can go back to your flock. Let's just say you won't be flying." He grinned with malice and his eyes were full of hatred. I licked my lips nervously. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, threatening to explode from my chest. I wish it would. Please, voice, tell me what to do! But of course, it was silent. I breathed in. "I'd rather have my flock." My mind was telling me No! No! Save yourself! They'll be okay without you! To that, my heart replied, But would you be okay without them?

Dylan's eyes were hard with hard emotion. I thought I saw a quick, fleeting flash of fear, guilt, jealousy, and sadness. But they were almost immediately replaced with hatred...Indifference. "Fine. That's you choice then, bird girl." He spat. He opened the cage and yanked me out harshly. I was too weak to walk, so he pretty much dragged me. Not that I'd be able to walk anyway. My legs were wobbling and thoughts of dread ran through my mind. What are you doing? They screamed, Your wings! I closed my eyes and a tear ran down my cheek. The lump in my throat was rising and I struggled to keep it down. Dylan paused in front of a large saw, made for cutting metal. The moment I saw it I gasped. "No..." I said, louder than I wanted. "You're right," Dylan replied. "I wouldn't want to put you through that." I let out a breath. So he wasn't going to do this after all. "It would be over too quickly," he added, shoving me in a chair. My eyes closed again, becoming crusted with my silent tears. He strapped me down and I didn't bother fighting. I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right thing...

"I'll let you change your mind now. Last chance," Dylan said, standing behind me. "No," I sobbed quietly. "No. Go on. Get it over with, you creep."

Dylan came around in front of me. The indifference in his eyes scared me. What was he feeling? Anything? It was impossible to tell. "Now, you might feel some pain-" he began, but I cut him off. "I thought you loved me!" I screamed. "I know you did! You loved me!" I stopped to pant from the effort.

Dylan shook his head. "I do love you. But you've left me no choice," he said quietly, looking down. I couldn't see his eyes. "And besides, now I love seeing your pain. You will feel what I felt. Worse. Fang will never love you without your wings. And I will most definately reject you. The whole Flock will. You will have no one. No one," Dylan said loudly, looking me straight in the eyes. His anger and hatred were now clearly visible. "Quit talking to me." He paused. "I hate you. No, I hate loving you," he added quietly.

Maybe its better this way, I thought through my tears, The Erasers and everybody will leave me alone. They'll still be after the Flock, though...