Worry clouded the minds of the flocks members that remained on the island. The four sat on the three logs surrounding a campfire that was in the middle of all of their cabins staring at the empty log where Max and Fang usually sat.

"Hey guys?" Nudge started again. Iggy and Gazzy sighed. Nudge had been talking all afternoon and the boys felt as if their minds would explode if they heard her say any more. "Do you guys think that Max's mom is okay? Where did she go? Who has her? I bet she is at the school. That worries me. I mean, Dr. Martinez is awesome and I'm sure she can fend on her own but-"

"NUDGE!" Iggy screamed. "I love you! But for God's sake, would you just shut up for longer than a minute!?" Every head around the campfire spun to look at the blind boy.

"You… you love me?" Nudge muttered.

Iggy sighed, feeling all eyes on him. "I'm going to bed. Night, guys." and with that, he stood up and walked to his room with 3 pairs of eyes following after him.

"I-I'm gonna go to bed too," Nudge said quietly, standing up.

"Me too. Ange, you should probably go to sleep. You look exhausted." Gazzy yawned. Angel shot him a suddenly evil look.

"I will go to bed when I am good and ready." Gazzy could feel holes burning through him from her hateful glare. He had never seen his sister, little Angel, look at anyone like this except for the Erasers and Flyboys and Jeb. She sensed his unease and her glare turned to an innocent sigh. "And I just want to be alone Gazzy. I'm not mad at you. Just leave me alone." She didn't even steal a glance of her sad eyed brother.

He stood from his place on the log and looked down at his little sister. "I don't know what is going through your mind," He whispered, shuddering in the cold of the night and lack of warmth from the fire. "But whatever you're planning on doing, you need to start thinking about everyone else. Love you, Ange." Gazzy bent down and kissed the top of Angel's head then walked off to he and Iggy's cabin.

Angel looked up into the fire, flames of hate burning through her. "I am definitely doing something," She murmured. Her voice was husky and deep, as if possessed. "And someone is on my mind… all the time…"

We landed in a cave on the side of a cliff. "Ya know, I think this is the same one we stayed in when we went after Angel," Fang said as he looked about the walls. I glanced outside.

"Yup," I pointed toward the hawk nest that was resting the exact same place it had been a little over a year ago. I felt a pair of arms stretch around my waist and turned to embrace Fang in a hug.

"We'll find her," Fang whispered, kissing my nose. "She'll be okay."

"I can't help but worry Fang."

He sighed. "I know,"

The sky was clear and starry, but I could see the sun peaking up just above the hills. We had to rest during the day so we could fly by night. "I'll take first watch," I slid to a sitting position along the wall.

He shook his head. "Go to sleep, Max."

I glared at him stubbornly. "No." He nodded. I could not let him get away with this. "Fang, sleep."

He groaned and began to lie back on the cave's floor, using his backpack as a support to his neck and head. Crawling over to his "bed", I kissed him lightly on his voluptuous lips that I love so much, and crawled back to the cave opening. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly to me. It was getting warmer as the sun rose, but there was still that bit of breeze that dared to blow into the cave at me, making me shiver slightly.

It hit me faster than fingers snapping. The pain rattled my brain, pulling the skin across the back of my head slowly apart. I could feel my skull cracking from the pressure. I crumbled into the rocky wall behind me and began to scream uncontrollably.

Now I've had pain like this before, but it was never as horrible as it was in the cave that day.

The pain went on for hours. And hours. When it finally went away, day was diminishing into night. Fang had his arms wrapped around me and was hugging me tightly to his chest, hushing and rocking me back and forth.

"Shhh, Max!" I could hear him whisper. "It's okay! It's okay! You're alright! Oh, Max!"

The last thing I remember was hearing Fang's pleading, a hawk's scream, and the most evil cackle I've ever imagined, made by my favorite seven year old Angel.

Nudge woke to a pillow being forced in her face. Her scream was muffled but loud enough that it made Iggy sit up straight in bed and run to her room.

"Nudge!? Nu-"

No, Iggy. Stay where you are.

Iggy stopped in his tracks. He couldn't move by his own free will.

Go back to bed. Nothing is happening.

His feet turned him around. No! He yelled at himself. Go back and save Nudge! He forced himself to turn back around.

Iggy! Bed!

No!

Iggy walked into Nudge's room. As if by miracle, he could see the scene before him.

Nudge's wails reverberated, like echolocation, against the surrounding walls. Bright white flashes brightened everything. Iggy gasped.

"Angel! Let her go!" He yelled. He grabbed the girl's arms and shoved her backwards. The pillow fell from Angel's arms. Nudge's screams ceased, along with Iggy's newly found sight. Angel's face flushed and steam escaped from her ears like all those angry cartoon characters on TV.

IGGY. GO AWAY. OR I'LL COME FOR YOU NEXT .

"No Angel! I can't trust you! Get out now!" Iggy screamed. Hot tears were falling down his cheeks. "You can't make me do anything!"

Angel glared at Iggy with as much hatred focused on the half blind boy. Nudge watched, crying silently, as Angel turned and began to walk out but paused at the doorway. She turned her head sideways, her wings shifting out from under her backpack. "Watch out, Flock."

Angel was gone.