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So Angel was the evil one.

Somewhere in the back of Nudge's mind, she had known it all along. How could she not? The whole time they had stayed at the island, Angel had been so closed off from everyone. And so… angry all the time. Nudge would try to include her in everything, inviting her to the beach to build a sand castle, or making berry paintings on giant leaves that inhabited the surrounding trees. But Angel always would reply with a quiet, "No," and run to the ocean to speak with her fish friends.

Nudge sat on the floor in her room, hugging a pillow and rocking back and forth. She was tired, as she hadn't slept at all since her attack. She had barely said a word in the past hour, a weird occurrence for Nudge.

Gazzy sat on the edge of the bed, sobbing. Iggy had woken him up minutes after Angel had fled the scene. He had been absolutely silent since Iggy had shared the news of his sister's behavior.

Iggy was pacing the room, his flaming orange hair standing on end from the countless times he brushed a frustrated hand through it.

"How did I not see it before!?" He yelled violently.

Nudge sniffed and looked at the ground. "Nobody knew, Iggy. At least not for sure. How could we? We've done everything to keep her safe, and she's been on our side through thick and thin! I mean, I've always wondered, but-"

"But how could she do this?!" Iggy screamed and he punched the door frame. Nudge's room was situated the same way his and everyone else's room was. He also remembered the sight of it from last night's escapade. "She turned on us! She knows everything about everyone of us! Our weaknesses, our faults!" He pointed to his eyes angrily and Nudge's heart sank. "She knows everything! She's more dangerous than anything we've ever gone against. ANYTHING."

Nudge stood up and grabbed his arm with one hand and his face with the other. She pulled his face down to her own. "Iggy! Relax!" She said in a forced, but calm tone. "We need to stay calm and figure out what to do next!" Iggy looked down at her general direction and his tense muscles loosened up immediately at her touch.

Gazzy stood. "We have to run."

Nudge nodded. "And now-"

"Before she comes back." Gazzy was looking at the floor, his blue eyes red and puffy from the overflow of tears. "She's dangerous, guys. Like Iggy said, she can and WILL kill us all."

The two nodded. Iggy cleared his throat. "Pack up everything. We'll leave in an hour."

Feel. Like. Hell.

My eyes blinked open. I was lying in the corner of the cave away from the opening. Fang had started a fire and was roasting what looked like a burger. My mouth watered violently.

He was looking into my eyes.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"How are you?" He stood, resting his burger-a-la-stick on the side of the fire and walked over to wrap me in a hug. I answered with multiple swear words that I believe captured my feelings. "Figured." He laughed. He was warm from sitting by the fire and smelled like charcoal. "Want a burger? A hot dog?"

I thanked him internally for not remaining on the subject of last night's adventure. I yawned and rubbed my sore head. Boy did it hurt. "Where'd you get 'em?"

"Store about a mile away."

"Went 'shopping'?" I winked.

"Yup." He grinned. The two of us had become pros in the shoplifting business. Our skills improved dramatically while living at the island. Especially when it came to food.

"You're awesome." I kissed his right cheek. "I'll have a burger please." I stood up and stretched facing opposite from the fire. "Make that four burgers and one hot dog to go," I added and turned to face him. He held up a plate with four decked out burgers on it and a hot dog with all the fixings on a large bun. I began to laugh. "You know me way too well."

"Only because you're darn particular," He smirked. My knees quivered at the sight of that smirk. The butterflies fluttered away in my stomach.

We sat beside our campfire while I ate my burgers. Fang began to pack everything we needed (which wasn't much) and said, "So what's the plan for today?".

"Well," I said between bites, large bites, of meat, bun, lettuce, tomato, cheese, pickle and mayo. "I was thinking flying, then kicking some major white coat butt, save Mom, then celebrate our bravery with some freshly baked cookies."

Fang chuckled. "I don't think I've seen you this optimistic before,"

"Honestly, I've never felt this optimistic before." I laughed. "What do you think of Max the optimist?" I stood and posed like Vana White, showing myself off to the hunk across the fire. (And yes, I just called Fang a hunk)

He walked over to me and kissed my burger-stuffed cheek, putting his arms around my waist. "I like. But then again, I like Max no matter what she is that day,"

(Insert major make-out scene, but only after I swallow that burger.)

The door opened to Dr. Martinez's cell. She didn't look up. She sat quietly in the back of the room, opposite from the door. She wore the ugly orange jumpsuit they had forced upon her and was reading the one thing they gave that she had asked for: the latest issue of People's Magazine.

A pair of footsteps sauntered toward her.

Valencia sighed. "What now? You can pick my brain all you want but you won't get anything more from me…" She glanced upward at the short figure before her.

She whispered a surprised, "No…"

"Yes, Miss Martinez. I can pick you're mind way easier and faster than those idiots. Without pain. Without struggle," She titled Valencia's head farther upward and bent down to be face-to-face with the woman. "And without mutilating you're beautiful little head." The girl walked out, cackling maniacally.

So Angel was the evil one.

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