I've got my major exam out of the way, but wouldn't you know,

my schedule is jammed tight with dance rehearsals.

But I have a better idea of my outline so I'll try to update soon.

Enjoy

I sat in the silence, waiting for something to happen. It had been three days since Jace told me about his older flock, and none of us had spoken since. With a sigh, I rolled over looking down at where Harmony was sleeping. Her breaths were slow and calming. It would've looked peaceful if she hadn't looked so awful, with the bruises covering her slender and pale arms. Her skin had completely lost its usual tanned complexion, and was instead replaced with a tone almost as light as Iggy's.

She moaned a bit, shifting her position as she slept. When her eyes popped open, I jumped with a bit of surprise. She didn't look up at me, only stared straight ahead, her expression blank and lifeless as she stared. I wondered what she was seeing.

"Max, she's staring at me." I heard Gazzy's voice from under me. I had forgotten he had been moved there after testing. "Why isn't she moving, is she... dead?" His voice was creeping with terror as I reached down my hand to him.

"Don't worry Gaz, she's just seeing something. When she wakes up she'll stop." I reassured him, trying to pt on my friendliest voice. It was good he couldn't see my face, or I'm sure I wouldn't have convinced him. "Go to sleep, you need rest." I told him and felt his small fingers wrapping around mine, just like he had done when he was younger. It was reassuring even to me and I was nearly smiling when his deep breaths returned and his grip on my hand loosened.

"What exactly is she seeing?" Fang's voice arose for the first time in a while. He looked from across the ally, his eyes peering at Harmony slightly.

"Just snippets from the past. I don't know what triggers them." I said and sighed again. My body was going under lock down as I lay there like a lifeless lump. I could feel his stares on me as I eyes Jace, his head still buried in his knees, his back rising with ever slow breath. I wish he'd speak to me. The flock could've used it too. And somehow, I felt like he would be back to normal soon, but maybe it was the stupid optimism talking.

"You should get rest too." Fang finally said and I let my eyes fall back on him. He shifted, sitting more upright as he inspected each and every cage holding a member of the flock. But to me, it felt more like he was looking anywhere but me, like I was an awful sight to look at. And it was probably true, and I should've been thankful he resisted looking at the mess I was. But it still hurt a bit.

I didn't speak up though, knowing it was stupid. Instead I lay my head down in the crock of my arm, shutting my eyes. I was nearly asleep when a smaller voice interrupted my unconsciousness. "Max, are you awake?" Zen was looking at me, now sitting upright.

"What's up?" I moaned a bit as pried an eye open to look at him. His eyes were looking off to the side, tracing circles on the ground as he bit his lip. I noticed his fingers, the complexion the same as his sisters, fidgeting and intertwining. Finally he looked at me and opened his mouth quickly.

"Max, there's something I have to-" He fell silent, mid sentence, his eyes no longer on me but in the space above my head. He was seeing something. I sighed as I looked up at him. His mouth was open slightly as he stared. I wondered what is was like, seeing the future. I was pretty sure I would hate it, seeing the future like that, but he usually handled it well.

"This always comes at the worst time you know that?" I asked no one in particular and sat up. He started to fall forwards, so I stuck my hand through his bars and topped his head from hitting the bars. I don't know what hit me at that moment, but all I could see was white.

I slowly fell over until my head was resting against the cold metal. I could feel my eyelids shutting, but the white light wouldn't disappear. And soon a vision filled my sights. It was like the other dream I had. The explosions, the blood and worst of all, the dead bodies. I thought what I had seen was bad, and I couldn't even imagine what seeing eight would be like.

No one else knew, because he hadn't told anyone, but Zen was seeing the same things I was, only he had seen eight, most of them while he was sleeping. They weren't dreams like I had thought mine were. He was completely used to seeing visions at any times, during sleep, while eating or even flying. The last one wasn't an optimal time to see one though, seeing as his wings would stop flapping, and if Jace hadn't caught him the time it did happen, he would've hit the ground from 500 feet up.

But these visions were different. They just kept happening, showing the same things, over and over. And each time it ended the same way, with death. And he didn't like it. No one wanted to see the way they would die and know that it would be soon. And that's how he'd come to his conclusion, that unless he changed something, that he would keep seeing the visions until they came true, and everyone would die.

The moment he saw the vision for the eighth time he had decided. It was a plan he hadn't shared with anyone. He felt corrupted, insane almost. But if he kept his morals close, nothing out of place would happen. If he wanted to change the future, he had to change the present situation. And that's exactly what he did, by teaming up with the person he'd secretly been having conversations with. He didn't want to, but as his plan developed, he realized, he did want to. He wanted to leave, and he wanted it more than anything. And he was afraid of what he would do to get free.