Hey guys. I'm so sorry I haven't updated. I started school and they slammed me with homework. I'm really stressed an I've been trying to write, but I keep getting stuck with essays! Please forgive me! I know I suck, and I hope you all are still here reading this. :( gosh I feel terrible right now.

Ps: The riddles are from Dylan's letter to Gwen. Just thought I'd start beginning chapters with one of the riddles. And the new OC is from Bunnieswillkickyourbutt.

Pps: To Guest: Flair cut her chip out of her arm, read chapters 12&13 :) thanks for your review!

Riddle 1: The dark rings around her eyes are not from lack of sleep. They're a mask. She is the darkness, and when day casts upon her face then the boundary is broken. Night's demons meet day's angels. The world's fate falls into the hands of one. One with a dark past. One who is half and half. One who isn't afraid to stand up.

Moonlight's Curse

Gwen's P.O.V.

We, all the girls that is, were all sleeping when a tap at the window made us jerk awake. A face appeared in the dingy glass and Sylvia jumped up to pull the window open. The face belonged to a girl, and the girl removed the screen and climbed in.

Her skin was the color of mocha and her eyes were a hazel color, not quite as neon as mine. She glanced around at us all and tugged the hood of her hoodie down over her face a little further.

"This is my friend Moonlight," Sylvia introduced, "She's been coming to my window for a few months now..."

The girl's eyes scanned over us.

"Show me your wings," she said sternly, causing us all to fall silent and gawk at her. Well this was sudden.

"Wh-What wings?! We don't have wings! That's insane! We're just regular kids...n-no wings here!..." Nudge ranted on in panic. She was practically yelling.

Moonlight lifted her vail to reveal two little triangular, fuzzy ears. A bushy tail ringed in black twitched behind her as two grey wings unfolded. I have to say, after all I've seen I'm not that surprised. Nudge shut up and we all stared.

"I saw you all come here a little while back...and I needed to meet up with you all, so..." Moonlight said quietly, trailing off. Sylvia was bewildered.

"You're a mutant! And you didn't tell me?!" Sylvia squeaked, staring at the new girl.

"I couldn't tell you, it would endanger you," Moonlight explained, wringing her raccoon tail nervously.

"And you want to be in our group or something?" Ebony questioned.

Moonlight nodded. "It's gotta be better than eating out of trash cans, right?"

"Can we call you Coon? Or Raccoon?! Or Bandit?!" Nudge asked.

"No."

"Darn."

"One question," Moonlight smiled, "is Maximum Ride here?"

"Yes," Sparks answered with a warm smile. {A/N: Remember Dylan's note? Remember what he said to Sparks?}

That's when I heard the front door downstairs fly open and Moonlight whisper, "Forgive me..."

Max's P.O.V.

It was awkward to lay here in Dylan's old bed. Ok, it was worse than awkward, it was creepy, especially with Fang laying right beside me and the girls nestled between us. Wrong, maybe that's the word.

"After this?" Fang asked. It took my extremely fogged up mind to understand that this was a question, just shortened to Fang's 'Three Words or Less!' thing.

"We have to find a safe place for the girls..." I began. The girls. I didn't say anything about my Flock. Who held more importance, my Flock or the girls?

Fang looked at me for a minuet. He understood and slowly moved his arm from around Ava. His hand slipped into my mine.

"You're a mom to the Flock, too" He whispered. I nodded, and for some reason I started to tear up.

"I just...who am I supposed to think of first? If there was a life or death situation who would I care about the most?" I frowned, biting my lip.

"The Flock has grown up. They can take care of themselves...mostly," Fang pressed on.

"But they're not! Angel and Gazzy are still kids, and Nudge needs me still," I shook my head.

"Max, you're a great mom. I know you're nervous and worried, but you aren't alone in this. I'm here, and we have a bigger family now. We are safe. If you don't want to admit it then that's on you, but just think for a minuet, ok? We have your mom here to help, and then there's the whole Migration. We can raise these kids," Fang said sternly. It almost made my jaw drop. That was a lot of words out of him; the most I had heard in a while.

"I thought we were settled down. Remember? When we were back in the mansion and everything was going smoothly. When we thought it was safe to start a family..." I sighed, feeling terrible for throwing my kids into this mess that I, and every other winged being, call life.

"Sometimes life doesn't go the way we plan. You should know that. We've fought through this, though. We're fine now. Everyone is safe," Fang assured, "Now get some rest. I know you're exhausted."

I nodded, feeling a tad bit better as I laid my head down on the pillow and pulled the comforter up around my shoulders and pulling Eva closer to my chest.

My eyes wandered to a photograph taped to the wall. Dylan was standing there with an arm wrapped around Mandy, a football tucked under the other. Rob stood to the left, the signature two black steaks under his eyes. The picture must've been taken after a game because the two boys were covered in dirt and grime. A pang of guilt surfaced and I snapped my eyes shut, letting out a breath while doing so.

I should've told Dylan that way-back-when I did have feelings for him, for a little while in the past. When Fang left...and Dylan was the only one there...I did warm up to him a little. I kinda lead him on. Hot tears brimmed in my eyes, but I kept them squint shut so none would fall. I recalled the day when Fang proposed. Dylan's face, his gut churning expression, was forever embedded in my brain, but he put on a brave face and sulked in his room for a while. The wedding was worse. Dylan had a fake smile the whole time. He didn't cry or scream...just smiled. He did come to me before I walked down the aisle. Dylan told me he wanted me to be happy, and that if he was keeping me from it then he'd just go. I ignored him, though, never acknowledging his comment as I brushed past him to go hide behind the door of my dressing room. Why didn't I thank him for that? Why didn't I talk to him? Why didn't I think about his feelings? But Dylan stayed. He fought for me, not for my love anymore. Why couldn't I suck it up and just be the poor guy's friend? I was selfish, that was it. He would've thrown his life down on the line for me, actually he did. He did die for me. Dylan couldn't have just stayed away, no he had to come back. If he hadn't...I wouldn't be holding my girls, and he'd still be breathing.

Sleep started to take me, but then a couple of loud bangs echoed through the house. The noise was followed by many footsteps trudging up the wooden stairs. Fang was up, throwing the door open and looking out and around. I followed, scooping up the girls. Voices screamed out, one was Storm. He was shouting orders. That's when Fang rushed back in, slamming and locking the door behind himself.

"Get out the window," He said sternly. I opened my mouth to question and protest, but he hurried past me, opening the old, dusty window and breaking out the screen. "Now!"

"What's happening?" I questioned, looking at the door, wandering about my Flock.

"We're under attack. You have to get out," Fang barked at me. I didn't like his tone. It was somewhat panicked, but he was bossing me around.

"The Flock..." I whispered.

"You and the girls come first," he reminded, latching onto my arm and shoving me towards the window. I heard gunshots and Angel scream. Angel, my baby girl. She was crying. She was scared.

"No!" I struggled out of Fang's grip and quickly set the babies down on the foot of the bed. I unlocked the door and threw myself out the doorway, into the hall. It was a massacre. I searched for the faces of my family, not paying any attention the faces of the Migration. They were laying everywhere, pools of blood surrounding them. I looked for my group.

"GUYS!" I called over the repeatedly fired weapons.

"Max!" Nudge screamed in pure agony. There was helplessness in her voice. I started to run towards her cries, but a pair of powerful arms wrapped around my waist. Fang tried to pull me back to the bedroom. I fought him the whole time. Then a bullet zipped past me, lodging itself in Fang's chest. I shrieked as his arms lost their strength and he fell backwards. That's when it hit me. That's when the situation sunk in. I turned to go back to the room. I needed to get the girls out of here, but something pricked my neck and my legs gave out under me. My vision became hazy, but I saw a Dark Angel tower over me.

"Part two complete," She said into a walkie talkie. The face wasn't there for long before another body joined in, tacking the Dark Angel. Gwen. Gwen was fighting the girl. Red splashed everywhere and my eyes rolled back in my head. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice rise over all other sounds.

"Perimeter secure. Babies are contained."

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And, since no one wants to do the sequel, I guess I'll have to write it. There's a couple of questions I have though.

1) Should there be a time skip, and how long?

2) Shoud. I write one?

3) What would you like to see happen?

4) Would you like to see the return of any characters? (Like Hillbilly, etc.?)

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Oh, and by the way this is not the last chapter! Ill post again soon, hopefully. But this story is nearing its end. There's less than 10 chapters left. I know that much for sure.

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