Who said Revenge isn't sweet?

"You okay?" Busy planning on what exactly we were going to do with Brigid, I was forced back into reality by Fang's voice repeating that question for the third time. I shook my head and tried my best to focus on him.

In front of me, we had Brigid tied to a chair and as anxious as I was to hit her, I had better morals than that. I couldn't just hit a defenseless person who was much weaker than me…unless I was tempted of course.

"Fine," I muttered, "Why?" Fang was standing on the balcony in the farthest corner. We had flown Brigid to Fang's in case anyone else decided to interfere with us at her place across the street.

"Your wing," was his simple response. His dark eyes focused on my back. One day since I broke my wing but to be honest, it never hurt flying or when I woke up the next morning.

I stretched my wing out, smacking Brigid's face lightly so she got a mouthful of feathers. Nothing hurt and of course I was furious as h-e-double Twizzlers. Voice, I demanded, you've got some explaining to do. Right now.

No answer, great- just great. Max? Seriously, what's with your wing. It was broken yesterday. I flapped it a bit grinning a bit to watch Brigid sending her head back away to avoid being hit anymore.

I don't know. Maybe it's like when I lost the use of my arm…the Voice won't answer. Fang and I were now staring at each other. I've had pretty freaky things happening to me before and to be honest I didn't want to think about it.

"What are you going to do to me?!" Brigid whined, her eyes were shut as if I had been poking her. Then, I realized my wing was still right there in her face. I reluctantly pulled it away. I decided not to answer her. "Please, let me go, I'll be good! I promise." I've seen three year olds cry less.

Max, I know you don't want to but I'm worried about you. What if it does something to do, this really strange healing thing. I shrugged and pretended to ignore him. Fang, catching my eyes, instantly saw that I wanted to drop the subject.

Don't worry Max, you'll be fine. It's just a little something you've been programmed with since your arm was fixed. I'd figured you'd like it although it's pretty unreliable. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes it doesn't. I wanted to respond to the Voice but I was already moving on to the current situation.

So…what do we do with an annoying red head? Dye her head blonde? Oh geez, I think I've known Iggy for too long. Fang laughed in my head. Both of us were staring at Brigid now with our arms crossed. Let's have Gazzy have one of his "occurrences".

Yes, Fang was laughing so hard in my head. I had never heard him before but then again, I had never been able to read his mind in situations like this. Both of us were smirking though which was freaking Brigid out. She was squirming around. All we had was Angel's jump rope so we had to sue that to tie her with. It was one of those special rainbow kind with the pink plastic handles that when you hit them it lit up. Brigid looked like a Christmas tree- a very nervous Christmas tree.

Just then, I heard voices and I lifted my head to see the rest of my flock flying in. Of course, they all went silent when they noticed the extra figure. Nudge landed first, "Wow, Brigid nice to see you. Max, we went shopping. I got this really nice shirt and we all got pretzels. Just one each so as not to raise suspicion."

"Good," I nodded my head. "Glad to see you noticed our guest." Iggy and Gazzy both laughed while looking suspicious as always. I turned to Brigid, "All right, we've got two options here traitor. Either Gazzy gets to fart in your face or you work with us Brigid. If I were you, I would go with that second option."

"Yeah, Brigid, you've never really experience the worst of the Gasman, even on the submarine." Iggy was standing on the ledge of the balcony with his wings out for balance. "He had a cheesy, pretzel dog today. Oh man, he's about to burst as it is."

"Can I leave first?" Angel asked. Before anyone could answer her she was walking into Fang's apartment.

Suddenly Brigid's eyes were glaring at me as if I was the evil one. Okay, maybe forcing someone to smell Gazzy was on the evil side but I had my reasons. "Seriously Brigid, do or possibly die by smell."

"So," her eyes looked me up and down. "I guess either you said no or he didn't ask." I raised an eyebrow. There was a breeze of wind that pressed my hair past my face. Brigid was smirking now knowing she had me curious. "My guess is you said no which is why he's standing over there." Brigid nodded her head over to Fang.

Down below, you normal people were going about your daily events. Your life wasn't really changing much but then again, you weren't born to fly off. People were cheering loud and clear with angry shouts and familiar hellos. Taxis beeped, birds fluttered, and engines roared. Welcome to reality, it's a great thing that's constantly changing but I didn't see this one coming- not at all.

My eyes turned to Fang standing there with his arms crossed while he leaned against the railing of the balcony. He was glaring right at Brigid but slowly, his eyes drifted over to me in shock. His mouth was slightly open. Max, don't listen to her. She doesn't know what she's talking about.

Brigid had me though. I turned my attention back to her stupid red hair and arrogant grin. She knew she had me too. I narrowed my eyes and placed my hands on my hips. "Brigid, what are you talking about?" I felt the tension, the entire flock was practically falling over in order to hear what Brigid was talking about. "Tell me," I said through gritted teeth.

"Fang," Brigid started with a smile.

Max, ignore her.

"Had an engagement ring made just for you Max."

Oh (colorful word).

I flew off before anyone else could respond to that.