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My head throbbed painfully and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. The light hurt too much.

"How the hell are you alive?" I heard someone hiss.

"Don't ask me." Another said calmly. "Last thing I remember, Max was crying over me while I died. Next thing I'm in a room with no sight."

"You're blind? That doesn't make sense? You were shot in the chest."

An angry rumble, "You forgot about the fire."

Silence.

"Max didn't want them to have you."

"Stop it, she's coming round. You can fight all you want later." A female voice snapped.

I groaned and attempted opening my eyes when the thumping in my head lessened. What I was met with both confused and terrified the crap out of me. Iggy and Fang were standing at the end of the bed, Fang watching me worriedly with his arms crossed over his chest and Iggy staring at me but not really seeing me if that makes sense. The conversation I'd heard came rushing back. Iggy, alive, blind.
I gasped and fisted the sheets except on hand wasn't on the sheets, it was being held by a blond girl.
"Who the hell are you?" was the first thing out my mouth.

"My name's Megan." She said with a small smile.

"Oh cut the crap Megan and just tell her." Iggy said boredly.

Megan shook her head shooting him a glare. "This is going to sound strange but I'm your sister."

My mind whirling with so many thoughts I was so sure I would pass out again but I managed to blink back the black spots clouding my vision. Concentrate Max!

That thought forced me to fully take in the situation, to find out exactly what was happening and then figure out why.
"My sister?"
"Well technically half sister. We share the same father."

Oh god, I needed to go back to bed.

I felt the bed dip and I felt a hand between my shoulder blades rubbing circles.
"Calm down." He breathed in my ear and then I realised that I was shaking.

I nodded stiffly and let his touch relax me.

"Your father is alive, Max."

"I know."

Megan blinked. "What?"

"I know, I've known for a few weeks." I told her

"How…?" She whispered to herself then frowned. After a few minutes of silence she stood up letting go of my hand. "I have to take care of a few things." Then she left leaving the three of us in the room. Fang kissed my head and stood up also leaving.

"Iggy?" I choked out, tears suddenly pricking at my eyes. It wasn't possible. He was dead. I'd been there.

"Hey." He replied softly with a sad smile.

"You-you're really alive?"

"Yeah, I'm really alive."

I shot up and in the next second I was hugging him so hard I'm surprised he didn't keel over from lack of oxygen.

He chuckled and hugged me back but I could hear the tears in his voice and feel them falling on my neck.

"Max."

"You died! I watched you!" I sobbed and he squeezed me tighter.

"I know, I know. Shh, it's ok."

Once I had calmed down Iggy lead me to the living-room where Fang and Megan were waiting.

Just by looking at his face you could tell Fang didn't like this so I sat beside him and took his hand. He gave it a squeeze, "You ok?"

"Yeah."

He nodded, "Good."

"Right…" Megan trailed off uncertainly.

"How is Iggy alive?" I asked.

Megan breathed out in relief, pleased that she didn't have to bring that up. "We've been watching you for a while so we knew when the Hunters attacked." Megan scowled, "We were able to get into the room and get Iggy before he died."

"So this 'we'…"

"You're not the only rogues that have survived you know." She shrugged.

"Megan." Iggy sighed, "Basically you're dad's been recruiting rogues for six years and has built up quite an impressive network. Turns out at least a third of assassins are actually undercover rogues for your Dad."

This just made me angry. Why you might ask? Well because I've been in that place for six years and now I hear that my father is not only alive but practically runs the place? How exactly would you feel?

Fang could tell I was about to blow a gasket because he started rubbing circles between my shoulders to help keep my wings in.

I took a deep breath to calm myself and voiced the only question I really wanted to know, "Is he here?"

Iggy hesitated for a spilt second, shooting a glance at Megan. "Yes, he is."

"Where?" I whispered unsure if I wanted find out so that I could see my dad again or rip his head off for leaving me in that hell.

Across the street. Yes you heard me, my dead father and best friend have been across the street from me for over a week. One way to make me feel like an idiot. The room went silent after that, I mean what do you say? I got wrapped up in my thoughts trying to figure out how I felt about it, angry? Duh I mean seriously six years and he didn't even bother to try getting me out? Thanks dad.

But I was also relieved, my dad and I had been really close before his 'death' and to find out that he was alive was like having a dream come true. There was also indifference. I had moved on, accepted that I'd never see my parents again and now that I know he's alive…well does it really change anything? It's a bit late now I've changed too much. I'm not the little girl he left behind six years ago.

There was also the burning hope that maybe my mother was alive but I already knew that was an impossibility or Iggy would have mentioned it. I then turned off my emotions thinking about how this affected my plans to rescue Angel; keep Gazzy, Nudge and Fang safe and kill the director. Things clicked into place really easily once I considered everything.

Still keeping my emotions on lock-down I said formally, "I want to see him."

Iggy's head snapped over to me, pinpointing my position with surprising accuracy.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He protested.

"Ig," I sighed, "I'm not going to do anything to him but this changes a lot of things. There are some things only he can tell me."

He hesitated for a moment still not liking the idea before finally nodding. "Fine, but you kill him it is so on your hands." he grumbled.

"Take me?" I turned to Megan who instantly got up.

I had completely forgotten Fang was in the room never mind the fact that he was still holding my hand and stood up with me.

I knew he wanted to come with me, to protect me, but I couldn't let him. Not this time.

"I'll only be gone about an hour, could you stay in case Nudge or Gazzy wake up? I don't think they'd take it too well if they found both of us gone and Iggy who's meant to be dead in the living-room." I gently probed squeezing his hand.

We both knew he couldn't refuse after all I had made a good point. Not even Nudge could handle Iggy rising from the dead without someone to explain besides said dead person.

"Be careful." He whispered releasing my hand to cup my cheek.

I gave a cheeky smile, "It's my Dad, besides I can still kick his butt."

Fang shrugged in agreement and gave me a chaste kiss before releasing me completely.

I left Iggy and Fang to follow Megan out the door and once we were out in the corridor she decided it was time to ask more questions.

"So you're with Fang?"

I gave her a pointed look and she blushed slightly, "Didn't know that. How long?"

"Are we seriously trying to have this conversation?" I interrupted and she gulped.

"How old are you exactly?" I asked when we were in the elevator. It was really bothering me, she looked about fifteen but that wasn't possible my dad would never have an affair and even if he did he wouldn't drag her into this too.

Megan tensed. Oooh, hit a nerve. "I'm six."

I scoffed, "Whatever."

"I'm serious." She defended crossing her arms. "I'm the result of a father whose wife had just been killed and daughter stolen by the people he hated most."

"And that explains absolutely everything." I rolled my eyes, not appreciating her beating around the bush.
She suddenly lost it, "I'm your replacement!" She snapped.

I froze, wide-eyed. M-my what?

Megan took a deep breath, "You were always the most important thing in his life." She whispered brokenly. "But you were gone. He could give you wings so why couldn't he create another daughter? I didn't turn out like he wanted." Her voice turned bitter, "The second he found out you were alive he dropped me like a stone, all he ever thought about was you. If you were ok, how much pain you must be in. His little girl. I hated him so much then but I got used to it, moved on. By the looks of it, though, he's lost both of us."

I didn't need to reply, we both knew the answer to that.

I don't even know why I'm updating to be honest, and it's even long! Geeze wat was with the reviews? It took what? Six days to get even a few reviews. I kept waiting for my review flush like usual but it never came. Oh well, you think we could try ad review this time? pwease? This is the perfect example of what happens when I don't get reviews, I simply don't update. I have things all planned out now (sorta) and I'll start bringing things to a close since the interest in this has dropped considerably. Give my story Daddy's Little Girl a shot, I like it and apparently other people do too…

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