First, thank you all for your reviews! Second...I just noticed it now, but Harlow seemed a little (or lot) OOC in the last chapter, sorry about that. Third...you are getting two close updates in a row since i didn't post at all last week, I was in Florida! Yay!

Chase's PoV

I was starting to get nervous about Indy. Basically, though she was the last thing on my mind right now, it was worrying me that she might have started to...develop a crush on me? Maybe I was just imagining it, but it almost seemed like she was getting a friendlier with me more than the rest of the flock. In fact, I was the only one she talked to, besides occasionally Harlow.

There was no time to think about her right now, though, partly because I had little feelings for her at the moment, and partly because especially now, I needed to focus and really step up being the leader. I'd always shared duties with Savannah, and together it was really easy. We just...were a good team. We worked together really well. All of the sudden I missed her more, and I felt a little guilty for thinking about Indy in that way. The way of possibly becoming more than friends? It was ridiculous, and besides, I met her yesterday. In fact, I should be on better alert in case she was evil. I supposedly trust people to much, and someday I could wind up in trouble for that.

Harlow's dream scared me in ways one couldn't imagine. I'm sure it wasn't as horrible for her and Felix because they didn't exactly have the same connection and feelings for Savannah as they did. She was more than just my best friend, because I'd known her for so long that I could look at her, and know what she was feeling. I knew every one of her looks; from I'm-absolutely-going-to -murder-you-right-now, to please-hug-me-right-now. And she knew me well, almost too well, as if she could interpret what I was feeling even when I couldn't. We were almost like brother and sister. Except, you know, not related.

Anyway, getting back to the problem on hand. Going to Georgia to find that book was probably the most impulsive, most-likely stupidest thing I'll ever do, but it was the only sort of clue we had, and by all means we were going to act on it. But what Felix said about he and Ash knowing more than we thought, it also made me wonder. If they were wrong about the Aymaran language in the book, then this was going to be a huge disaster. On the other hand, if they were right, I'd have to give them a lot more credit than I thought. That really made me wonder about how much I appreciated my flock, and I decided, right then, to be way more thankful for who is in my life. Because if I've learned anything through this situation with Savannah being gone, it's you never know what you had till it's taken away.

(A/N...yes, yes, I know...there was no real point to that PoV, mostly just him rambling on...)
Savannah's PoV

I woke up to sounds, and I think it was footsteps crashing down the hall. I could never be sure anymore, though. My hearing was all messed up, and I didn't trust it anymore. I didn't trust anything about me anymore, including my ability to stand, or even talk. This time I was right; it was footsteps, and they were getting louder and closer every second. Panic and adrenaline instantly overcame me, but I couldn't act upon it. I was hurt to bad and to much to barely move. Instead, I reached out my hands, and with a sudden flash of horror I realized I didn't recognize them, them or my arms. I somehow managed to drag myself along the cold, hard floor to the corner of the room, where I curled up into myself, face buried between my knees. Watching myself get hurt by these evil people was not something I wanted to see.

I don't think I've ever been this pathetic in my life, and I longed to jump up and fight, defend myself, but all I could do was try not to scream and wail in pain as they most likely would hurt me in unimaginable ways. The door flung open and Vladimir himself, flanked by the two huge men, strode into my cell. He shivered. "Oh, it is rather cold in here..." His smile grew evil. "Oh well!"

I didn't tell him that the coldness was relief to by burning body. I didn't reply at all, didn't even look at him. He wasn't worth it, wasn't worth the pain that shot through my skull whenever I moved my head. "So! Have you decided, worthless fool, if you vill join my cause or not?" Vladimir asked, motioning his guards forward a little, who were each holding a sick looking object that I didn't want to know what it was. I raised my head, looking at Vladimir coldly. "If I'm so worthless, why do you want me to join your "cause"?" I snarled, but it was weak and my voice sounded nothing like myself. Vladimir rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you stupid animal." He spat.

If I wasn't tortured and actually had the strength to, I probably would have said "Is that all you can do?". But I knew it wasn't, and right now, sticks and stones broke my bones, but his pathetic words didn't touch me.

"Vell? Do I get my answer?" Vladimir asked smugly, impatiently. I couldn't help it, my lip quivered. As much as I wanted to scream "Absolutely freaking NOT" at him, I didn't want any more pain being inflicted on me, I was tired, so tired of all of it. The guards, with their grim expressions, stepped threateningly forward, as if I had to make my decision fast.

Then a thought came to me. I was being treated exactly how the people in World War 2 were being treated, and for many of the same reasons, too. I'd never thought of how this had actually happened many years ago, like it actually happened. But whenever I'd read about it somewhere or saw a show about it on TV, it seemed so long ago and so brutal that it didn't click into my mind how very real it was.

I'll bet a lot of people felt that way, but now that it was becoming reality for me, I understood the Holocaust in ways I never had before. People have felt this before, people have known this same pain. A small, small burden lifted off my heavy heart and I felt a little stronger. Proudly, firmly, I looked Vladimir in the eye and shook my head. "No. I will never, ever join your Holocaust. You can torture me all you want, but I will never accept."

I was expecting the most excruciating beating yet, but instead, Vladimir looked oddly disappointed, then silently turned on his heal and exited the room, slamming the iron door behind him.

Only a few more minutes, and I was bored, getting cold, and on edge. Would my flock ever come? I laid my head gently on my injured wing, and for the second time today, wept.

Yes, I know it was short and rather unimportant, but still; REVIEW! Thanks!