A/N: As Summer is over, so is this story's current status as on hiatus. So it begins! Please leave a review – I want to know how many people are reading these current chapters as they are added. Just saying 'occasional reader' or 'consistent reader' is fine, though critiques are welcome, always.
Dylan's POV
The wind rustled my feathers. A few stray leaves, browned from the summer sun and heat, swirled around me. The storm in front of me, the wall cloud's stately black, caused me not to fear, but oddly, to calm. The lightning flashed in front of me, the subtle pop before it hit ground being clearly hearable. I was that close. Thunder taunted, crackling temptingly before booming and exploding into deep roars that echoed off of every bump in the ground. Slowly, the storm advanced forward to me. I could tell it was raining up ahead. The clouds and the air below looked blurred and smeared, a sign that sheets of rain were falling heavily up ahead. Why was I sitting on the ground, awaiting the fierce storm that blew its way forward? Because I had no reason not to. Max was inside, probably still unconscious. Fang was on his way here – I saw his blog post. He was coming to find her, to tell her he'd rather be with her, to convince her that I was too young, too inexperienced, too perfect to deserve her.
He was right.
That's something I knew, have known, will always know. I didn't deserve her – I'm a mutant clone. She was too good for Fang, though, who would always hurt her, bruise her, betray her, all for his supposed 'bigger purpose.' I would never forgive him for his actions: leaving her with only a note for her to cry over. His Gang, albeit talented, was no replacement for family. His family, My family: The Flock. I mean, sure, Angel was gone, Max was who knows how sick, Nudge was depressed, Gazzy was almost suicidal over his sister, and Iggy… after losing his best friends, Max to Fang and Fang to his mission, he was more devastated than any of us. But family never leaves. It stays, persists, and perseveres. Clearly, Fang didn't understand that. He's one winged kid – not the savior of Earth itself. Nor was Maya, who seemed to conclude that her job was following Fang around like a lost puppy. And I…..
I was worthless to any of them.
Just then, a white light snapped into my vision. Electricity arced through my veins, making me shiver and then fall silent. Though I had just survived a bolt of pure energy, I was still empty.