Authors note: sorry it took so long to put up this chapter. School, homework, and volleyball got in the way and now that im on Christmas break I have more time and I will be writing more. But when track season comes around Ill be busy again but dont give up on me ;) I really enjoyed writing this chapter and hope you guys love reading it!

~Wadjett~

Fang pov

Its been to weeks since I have saved Max from a falling death. I have trailed a long way in a short amount of time. I stopped in Denver, Colorado and now I am in the small town of Hallsville, Missouri. One of the smallest towns i have ever been.

Word travels fast in small towns and everyone knows everyone. So when I showed up, everyone knew. I was just walking through town and 14 kids about my age and 7 adults asked me my name. They were all very nice and I told them. The next thing I know everyone that I haven t met is coming up to me asking Is your name Fang? Few would make small talk with me.

There was one girl that recognized me from my blog. She ran up to me and said Max is very upset and that I need to check my blog. She told me her name, Marisol is what her friends called her. I told her what happened about me leaving the flock and that I cant go on my blog until I find what I m looking for.

"What are you looking for?" Marisol asked.

"Someone very important. I would tell you more but I don t want the word getting out," I answered trying not to hurt her feelings. She seemed to understand what I was doing because she then said..

"I can keep a secret. It may be hard to belive but I m the only one in town that really knows about the whole...thing. I understand if you don t tell me. I would do the same. I mean we all have secrets," she seemed very happy she smiled a lot. She reminded me of Max but then she was very different. She is not afraid to talk about whats on her mind; unlike Max. She was very confident and would not let others push her around; like Max. She seemed happy and calm most of the time: unlike Max. She was very attractive. Brown skin. Black hair with dark purple tips that came to her hips. A Hallsville shirt that said volleyball would be called cheer-leading if cheer-leading was a sport. And a volleyball with the name Wadjet in the middle. She wore dark jeans and black tennis-shoes. Her nails were painted a dark purple.

"Whats yours?" I said without thinking, but didn t regret it after she said...

"If I tell you you cant tell anyone. You would be the first I tell," she whispered playing with her fingers nervously. Then I saw a girl around the same age as Wadjet and I, walking towards us so I changed the subject fast.

"I love your shirt. You never told me that you played volleyball?" I said like we were long lost best friends. The girl was full of herself. I could tell just by the way she walked and how she dressed. She was literally strutting towards us. She wore a pink tank top that said cheerleaders have pep and shorts that barely covered her butt. Wadjet seemed to get it the second I said it.

"Thanks I came up with it," then she giggled the cutest giggle anyone will ever hear. Coach and the girls loved it. She didn t seem to notice that I knew her real name.

"What is this sexy god talking to a piece of trash like this?" the girl asked eyeing me like I was a piece of meat.

"Trust me when I say, you are not his type Taylor," she said rolling her eyes.

"I am talking to my greatest friend and sluty whore," I smiled at Wadjet and then glared at Taylor.

"Ill be anything you want me to be," she said taking a step closer to me and rubbing my arm.

"I want you gone and out of my life cause it s already turning into a living hell and I have only talked to you for 30 seconds," I turned on my heel, grabbed Wadjet s hand and walked away. While Taylor stood in shock that the new hottie in town did not want her.

When I was sure Taylor couldn t hear I asked her what her secret was.

"I...I can sorta read minds. Thats how I knew what was going on when you changed the subject. Let me finish before you say anything," she took a deep breath trying to calm herself and I waited for her to speak again holding millions of questions back till the end. "I am also stronger than the average human. As well as hearing, eyesight and reflexes," she stopped walking after her last sentence and looked down at her feet. "And...I...have...wings," she said the last word as a whisper like she was scared.

"What do you mean sorta?" I asked.

"I don t get direct thoughts like Angel. I can read people faces and kinda tell what they are thinking. I can tell if someone is nervous, scared, happy, excited ect," she wasn t looking at me she was looking off in the distance like her mind was somewhere els but she answered my question the second I finished it.

"Can you fly?" I asked deep in thought.

"Yes," she smiled and seemed deep in thought too. "My teachers are always telling me to get my head out of the clouds and into my text books," she giggled again and I smiled with her. Her smile made it impossible for anyone not to smile with her.

"Who are your parents?" her smile faded and she was looking at her shoes again. She was also figiding with her shirt instead of her hands. Maybe because I was still holding her hand. I squeezed her hand to show her that I cared and I found myself realizing that I really do. She looked up and smiled happy that I was there to comfort her.

"I don t know. Wish I knew. I live in a foster home with 7 other kids. I don t know where I came from. I just remember waking up in the bed I have now and knowing only my name. I mean I wasn t stupid. I had all the info I needed to get through school I dont ever remember being in," It seemed like she had told her life story many times because it didn t seem to bother her now.

I was beginning to wonder if I should bring her along with me. I was looking for others like the flock and I. And I found one. No family. No friends. No where to go but up. Just like the rest of us. Would she want to? Be on the run? Fighting erasers? Help me in my big mission to find more?

Maybe.

"Okay. So I have this crazy idea.." I was about to ask her to come with me but she already seemed to know what I was thinking. Do I really make it that obvious?

"Yes! I would love to! This is no home for me and I was planing on running away anyway but I was saving up on money so I could get food," she was so happy she couldn t stop giggling, which I didn t mind. I just couldn t get enough of it.

Plz review! I need to know what your thinking and I would like to hear your ideas to! thanks for reading! =D