The two bird kids landed quietly behind the hawks' nest near the cave and watched as the three other bird kids got settled. The tall red head was holding the darker skinned girl, rubbing her hair and kissing her forehead while she slept soundly. The smaller blonde boy curled up in the corner mumbling incoherent sentences.

"We've been following them for months and they haven't once wondered about us," Michael huffed, his yellow-feathered Mohawk ruffled.

"Not aloud," Lilly muttered. "The blonde one, Gasman, remembers us two. He was just dreaming about flying with me." She watched the dream unfold in the blonde boy's mind. The two were flying together, holding hands. They were fighting those whitecoats that treated them so cruelly at the School. In the dream, he attacks the one who is sister. "He's mad at the blonde girl."

"Angel?"

"Is that her name? How do you know that?" Lilly flipped to look at him.

He shrugged. "She thought it to me when she released me from the kennel."

Lilly glanced back at the sleeping boy and his romantically adventurous dreams. This wasn't the first time he had dreamed this and Lilly began to wonder if it would ever come true… or if she even wanted it to come true.

The two sat up for an hour more, then fell into a deep sleep under the watch of the nearby mother hawk.

Gazzy woke up to the sound of something screeching. As if on cue, a hawk flew by the entrance of the cave and toward it's nest. Gazzy's eyes followed it. He saw someone's, a girl's, blonde hair, floating in the breeze from behind the nest. With a quick peek at the sleeping duo in the corner, he took off to investigate.

It was her. The girl with the red and blue and green wings.

Gazzy stood in amazement above the girl. He was shocked. Was this coincidence? He had just been thinking about her the day before, had just dreamt about her.

The girl in question blinked her eyes open and jumped to her feet at the sight of Gazzy's dirty black converse. She stood in a fighting stance that mirrored the Gasman. "What did you do with Michael!" She growled.

"Michael?" Gazzy stepped back. "Like part cockatoo Michael? He's here?"

"Yes! Now what did you do with him!" She sneered, though inside she was hoping the Gasman was innocent. "Tell me!"

"Nothing! I promise!" He held up his hands. "I swear!"

The girl relaxed a bit. "Good." She circled Gazzy, looking him over. "What are you doing here?"

"Honestly?"

She nodded.

"Hiding."

"Why?"

Gazzy sighed loudly. "My sister-"

"Angel?"

Gazzy looked at her quizzically. "Yeah… She's kind of gone insane. She tried to kill Nudge the other day. We're worried she'll try and do worse." He looked at his shoes. "I've never talked to or met anyone our age outside the flock that had wings." He glanced up and saw her studying him.

"You mean you don't remember me?" She whispered.

Gazzy shook his head wildly. "No of course I remember you! I just, I don't know. It's weird to talk about my sister with someone other than the flock. You know?"

The girl sighed, nodding slowly. She looked up at the sky. "I'm Lilly by the way."

"The name's Gasman, but people call me-"

"Gazzy," Lilly smiled. "I know."

"How do you know all this?"

"I'm psychic. Its one of my powers. I was told I was supposed to develop more as I got older, but so far, this is all I've got."

Gazzy stared at her. This couldn't be happening! Another psychic? This could mean major trouble. What if she turned out like Angel and tried to kill the flock? "I won't! I promise!" Lilly yelped. She grabbed Gazzy's hand and searched his eyes wildly. "I just wanna help. I'm just as much against Angel as you are," Her blue eyes met his. Gazzy felt dizzy. How could one being be so beautiful? Lilly blushed. Gazzy cursed his thoughts.

"So can I help? Please?" She pleaded.

Gazzy squeeze her hand with his and smiled. "We could use all the help we can get."

Vegas, baby. The city that never sleeps. That is Vegas, right?

Anyhow, Las Vegas is crazy. We were there for about an hour and hell found us immediately.

Fang and I walked, hand in hand, down the boulevard. It was probably the only moment I will ever feel semi-normal. We past trannys of both genders, street walkers, prostitutes, dancers, jugglers, prostitutes, gamblers, prostitutes, drunk and newly married couples, prostitutes, fake Elvis' and prostitutes. Oh, and did I mention PROSTITUTES?

The hookers fawn, followed, and flirted with Fang the whole time. I wanted to throttle each and every one of their slutty necks.

"Hey there," Slutty McSlutterson, a hot blonde with fake boobs, was waltzing in uncomfortably high heels toward us. I decided to answer.

I wrapped my free arm around Fang's waist. "Hi, can you point us to the nearest hotel? I'm sure you know where all the classy one's are," Perfect. I ended my smart-ass act with a smile as fake as her chest.

Her puffy red lips pouted slightly, making my heart skip with glee. "Take the next right for the cheapest. Classy is that building right there," She pointed across the street. I glanced quickly over, fast enough to see the slut wink at Fang. He blushed. FANG. BLUSHED. It took so much of my effort not to sock her right then and there.

"Thanks," I said rudely, the faux smile still on my lips. "Let's go, Nick," And with that I yanked his butt toward the hotel.

"What the heck was that?" I yelled as soon as McSlutterson was out of ears reach. "You were drooling over her!"

Fang rolled his eyes. "Cool it, Max."

"COOL IT?"

"Yes. Cool it. Now." My eyes widened and I stopped where I stood. He turned and looked at me. "Max I'm serious. Stop."

"I did." I muttered.

He sighed loudly. "Max I love YOU. Not some hooker." My heart melted a bit as he grabbed my hand. He kissed my forehead. "Let's go."

We turned and started walked toward the hotel when it hit me again. The headache.

I hate my head.

Valencia lay tiredly on the spring mattress that the white coats had provided for here. Angel watched her sleep through the one way window and thought the plan to herself.

Find out everything about Michael Heath from Jeb, Valencia, and the other doctors who helped make the Flock.

Find Michael Heath and convince him to help me.

Destroy Jeb, Dr. Martinez and Fang because it's what they deserve.

Watch Max crumble in misery.

Kill Max for all she has done.

Destroy all who underestimate me.