Sorry I'm really late with this.

I have my first exams this week :(

So I'll try and get in chapters when I'm slacking from studying

Wish me Luck and Enjoy :)

It had been two hours at least since we found out Jace couldn't teleport. And during that time he'd done two things. Number one, tried pulling off the metal with his bare hands, getting shocked so much until he nearly passed out, and number two, stopped speaking. It wasn't the childish type of silent treatment though. He hadn't stopped looking at the same spot near the floor, and frankly it was starting to freak me out. And it was clearly bugging Crest too.

"Jace, what are you looking at?" He asked quietly the first time, trying to trace Jace's gaze when he didn't answer. "Jace?" He tried again and I could see his fists curling. I was about to open my mouth when he shouted "For God's sake, say something!"

"I'm thinking!" Jace yelled back at him before biting his tongue, shutting up quickly. And or the remaining hours, no one said a word until they were all asleep, except for Jace. What could he possibly be thinking about that made him stare like that for such a long time?

My eyelids were hard and sore from staying open as I looked his way, the side of my head rested on the bars. I tried letting the other's deep breathing soothe me, but so far, all I could think about was what was going on in Jace's mind. Maybe Angel was actually useful other than being the backstabber she was. No, she really wasn't.

"How long do you plan to stare at the side of my head?" Jace asked finally, not snapping but speaking like it was a casual conversation. It was true, I'd been spacing off in his direction for a solid hour. "When you stop trying to burn a hole in the ground with your eyes, I'll stop." I said a bit too harshly. He shot me a sideways glance before shaking his head and leaning his head back against the bars.

Questions were still racking my mind as I watched him sigh and look forwards again. "I hate it here." He mumbled. It was the way he said it so casually, like he was at a stupid camp or something. Like he didn't care anymore.

"Well, why did you wait six years before getting out before?" I asked him curiously. He rolled his head sideways to face me, looking at me a bit before speaking. He shrugged and shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

"Because I didn't know I could." He said plainly. I had seen more sides of him in the past two days than I had for the past two years. Now he just seemed like a normal teenager, distracted from the fact he was sitting in a cage and had a pair of wings smelted with his shoulder blades.

" Didn't know you could what? Teleport?" I asked, matching his tone. He sighed deeply and looked away from me again, running his hand through his bloody hair.

"No, I didn't know I could leave." He said before busying himself with drumming him fingers on the bottom of his cage. I didn't know what to say. So I just hugged my knees and muttered "Oh." He didn't stop tapping his fingers softly, as not to wake any of the others in the large echoing room. He was lost in thought once more. I had to get rid of the silence, so I blurted out one of my questions, and probably not the best one.

"What were they like?" I hadn't really meant to ask, it just came out. His fingers stopped tapping as he stared straight ahead.

"Who?" He already knew. But he asked anyway, hoping I'd be smart enough, to shut my trap. But that just wasn't me.

"You said you had a flock, before... well, us. What were they like?" He went silent for a while, like he was trying to remember.

"There were four of us... all with wings." He started slowly, staring off into space. Suddenly, I swore I saw a ghost of a smile creep onto his lips and I felt myself leaning closer. "The youngest was Luna, five, I was seven, Shard was nine..." He paused, a small smirk on his face. "And the absolute worst was twelve. Remid." He said. I inched closer again.

"Remid?" I asked as he nodded and sighed a bit. He was thinking about them, I could tell. I wonder how long they'd been on his mind.

"We were all pretty...well, strange." He continued. "Luna. She was... passive I guess. She didn't speak a lot of English, came from Japan I think. It's hard to remember." He trailed off, the smile gentling on his face. "But her hair was pure white and really long, while her skin was a bit tanned." He said. He was vague, but I knew he could remember plenty about her. "She had telekinesis too. Sweet kid." He explained, still not looking at me. "She would've been your age..." The smile was dimming as he shook his head and moved on.

"Shard, you wouldn't have liked her much, I don't think." He said with a different kind of smile. "She had nice hair, a dark brown and curly. But her skin was darker." He said and shook his head, almost chuckling. "And man, was she a smart aleck. I swear, it was impossible to have a regular conversation without her throwing it back in your face." He said. He was right, I don't think I would've liked her. "She was indestructible, literally. You could stab her with a knife and her body would melt around it. Like solid goo." He said sighing deeply. This girl would've been twenty.

"Remid would definitely rub you the wrong way." He said. There was no smile on his face this time. "He was a shape shifter. I don't even know what he really looked like." These abilities were insane to me. I had thought we were the first experiments, at least the first successful ones. "I just know he wanted out, and he used all of us to do it." Jace's voice got harsher and darker when he spoke about Remid. "The cocky bastard." He spat subconsciously. I didn't ask about what happened, why he spent ten years alone. I didn't seem like it would be a good idea.

"When I think about it, it's probably best they all died." I didn't comment, not knowing how to. The way he said it was unlike him, cold and heartless. But lately, it was getting even harder to tell what Jace was like. But based on what he told me, staying off the "old flock" topic was probably for the best.

"What about when you were younger?" I changed topics, figuring anything would be better than The School stories. "What about it?" He asked coldly. I was wrong.

"Well..." I wondered what to ask first. "What was your mom like?" I asked, seeing his face frown further. He didn't answer me, he didn't even look at me. "What, you're not going to answer?" I asked, crossing my arms. It took him a while before he turned his back to me.

"No." He responded before going silent again. I might not be the smartest person in the world, but I knew not to question it again.