Sorry it took so long! For some reason, this wouldn't let me update it...

Anyway, here's the next chapter!

After that, his day just got a heck of a lot worse.

Fang had anticipated the shot, pushing me down onto the ground just as the bullet whizzed passed our heads, hitting the window behind us, shattering it. Huh, wasn't designed to withstand bullets. Either that, or this was one powerful weapon.

Looking back at the gun, I saw that it was the former.

The southern clown raised his gun, the smoke coming out of it. "Now, that was just an introduction, little lady. Why don't you both just lie down there an-"

But that was as far as he got.

Because right then, Iggy jumped up and spread his wings, using them to jump over the few feet and over the counter, into the southern guy. His gun clattered to the floor as he moved to fight Iggy which, with clown shoes and mask, must not have been easy. Gazzy was right behind him, holding up something square and wiry.

"No!" I shouted, stopping Gazzy. "No bombs, not in this small building! We don't want to kill the workers."

He looked back, seeming to think of that for the first time. Then he put the bomb in his bag and ran to join the fight, kicking the crap out of chubby the clown.

"You alright?" Fang asked in my ear, causing chills to run down my spine despite everything.

I nodded, standing. "What, you think a few clowns are going to scare me?" I smirked at him, putting my hands on my hips.

His eyes lit up for a second, then vanished as a second shot was fired.

We turned in unison, looking at a woman who had grabbed the gun, now holding it over a bleeding clown, a bloody hole in his leg. The clown's face became paler than usual, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't the make-up. Iggy sat on him, keeping him in place.

Gazzy had fatso pinned to the counter, staring wide-eyed at the woman. "Dang," he murmured.

The woman looked shocked for a second, like she had just realized what she had done. She dropped the gun, the sound of it slapping on the floor, right beside Iggy and the clown.

Fang acted immediately, running for it, but was quickly intercepted by Nudge, who had run ahead of him and grabbed for the gun. She snatched it and aimed at the other clown, looking terrified. Fatso the clown stared at the gun, sweat poring down his face. "P-please!" he whimpered, fighting Gazzy, who held him steady. "Please, just let me go! I'm sorry!" The clown started to cry, tears ruining his make-up, making him look like a depressed child who got into her mommy's make-up and had pasted it all over her face, then being scolded for doing so. Yup, definitely a newbie.

Nudge stopped shaking, staring at the clown. She stood straighter, more confident. "I won't shoot you," she said, putting the gun down.

The clown looked relieved, then nervous. "Then, what are you going to do?"

Nudge smiled. "Oh, I'm not going to do anything."

It was then that we heard a sweet little girl voice in the background. "I will."

I turned to see Angel, now back from the restroom, her blonde curls dancing from her head, her blue eyes staring angelically at the scared clown, looking into his eyes. "You don't want to be here."

At first, nothing happened. Then, the clown's eyes clouded over, looking at Angel. "I don't want to be here," he repeated expressionlessly.

"You never wanted to be here," she continued, walking slowly toward the clown.

"I never wanted to be here," he repeated, his eyes empty, dazed.

"Why don't you go and take your friend to the hospital, leave us alone?" she said, smiling. "You don't want to cause anymore trouble."

"I don't want to cause any trouble."

"Gazzy, let go of our friend here," she said, nodding at her brother. "He is now taken care of. Let him go."

Gazzy did so, watching as the clown walked to his friend, who was equally as dazed under Iggy.

"Iggy, you get off of him, too. Not much he can do with a hole in the leg."

Iggy stood up, letting the other clown grab his southern friend, putting his arm around him and helping him out the door. Before they left, Angel said, "Oh, and you never want to do this again. You don't want to cause the trouble."

"Don't want to cause trouble," they droned, leaving the fast-food joint.

And that was it, they were gone.

The workers looked dazed and confused from what they saw. The flock was packing up and ready to leave. Angel did a quick brain wash before leaving, telling them that the shattered window was caused by some hooligans across the street, and not to worry about it. They believed her every word.

Her powers were seriously getting creepy.

Once we were away from the restaurant, Nudge looked at me, her eyes wide. "We should go to McDonald's more often!" she said excitedly.

Of course.

That's it for this! What did you think?