Ugh. It's Friday, and I'm procrastinating with my homework. So, why not update? Thanks to everyone that subscribed and reviewed.
Shout outs: CharlieHorse97 and Arrowkid21.
Remember how miserable I was when Fang left? Now multiply that by two, and give it to the entire Flock. Fang was still gone, and now Angel was too. Gone to the place of no return. Last time we lost her, we rescued her from the whitecoats. Now, we could do nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Of all of us, Gazzy may have been the most effected by Angel's loss. We were all a family, but they were related by blood. Plus, Gazzy blamed himself for not managing to stop the explosion. It wasn't his fault. No one could have disarmed as many bombs as he did, other than maybe a huge bomb squad. He was often standing off to the side, looking dejected and staring at the ground. So many times, I've wanted to go over to him and tell him that it was all right, that everything would be fine, but I couldn't even tell it to myself.
Iggy was hurt by the loss, but it could have been worse for him. He was never as close to Angel as I was, but as I said, we're family. He grieved for her, but not as deeply. He did feel really bad for Gazzy, though. They were best pyrotechnic friends. Most of Iggy's grief was personal-he was still missing Ella.
For the first time ever, Nudge was almost completely mute. I'd consider it a blessing if I didn't know why. Before the Erasers had taken Angel last year, they roomed together. They had been close. Real close.
Dylan grieved, even though he barely knew her. I think he often thanked her in his mind for getting me to trust him. Dylan grieved as much as any of us, partly because he really was upset by her loss, part for me.
I, on the other hand, was a complete emotional wreck. My baby, my Angel, was dead. Gone forever. Plus, my previous love triangle was going crazy. As in, crazier than before. I was beginning to like Dylan, despite my previous attempts not to. Fang was possibly (probably) trying to replace me with Maya, my own clone. Not that I cared.
I was trying to be the leader my Flock needed me to be, but all I'd managed to do was to get us some plane tickets out of France. We'd flown out of Paris on our own to some small town or something, but I wasn't sure where. The plane would leave tomorrow. I wasn't sure where exactly we would be going to, but I didn't care. I was too upset. Occasionally, I'd be so pissed I'd forgotten about my grief. Now was one of those times.
The DG took my baby. I would take their lives.
So, what do you think? I'll be honest, I have no idea where I'm going with this. Suggestions are welcome.
Oh, before I go, I want to warn you. From now on, I'll probably only be able to update once a week on unnamed days. Don't expect more than that.
R&R!
-MaximumX