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"When is Iggy going to be back?" Angel asked with worried eyes. We were finishing breakfast and cleaning up the mess that only a group of bird kids could make.
"I don't know, he went for a walk an hour ago. He should be on the trail, we'll go the opposite way and meet up with him." I put my hair into a ponytail and walked outside with the walked for about 15 minutes and still had no sign of our blind brethren.
"We should have seen him by now." Fang commented
"Where could he be?" Gazzy asked
"Maybe he stopped for a bit, just to relax." Nudge pondered
"I hope so." Although I seemed to be keeping my cool I was getting more stressed with each step.
"Max, Iggy was here!" Angel shouted
"How do you know?" I interrogated
"I just do." Angel was always a mystery, a cute and lovable mystery though.
"Guys look," Gazzy yelled "Iggy's jacket!" We crowded around and saw the familiar orange and white hoodie. It was torn and had blood on it. I motioned at Nudge and nodded towards the jacket.
"Fine, only because its for Iggy." She crouched and carefully touched the shredded material. Her face winced in confusion then pain. After a few seconds she backed up, her face full of terror.
"They took him." She muttered
"Who took them?" Fang asked
"I don't know." She said anger "There were Erasers and they were fighting him, then there were more and more. He tried to run, but he fell and they got him. They were all on top of him, punching, kicking, clawing, biting. that's all I could see. Max, what if they got him, what if he's dead, what if they took him back to the School. Whatiftheydomoreexperimentsonhimanymakehimworsormaybe-"
"Nudge that's enough." I told her. She looked up at me with tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Nudge," I said wrapping her in a hug "He'll be okay and we will find him or so help me I will find out whoever did this and make sure they regret the biggest mistake of her life."
"Which direction did they go?" Total said popping out of Angel's coat.
"East, Far East."
"Wait, you fought school supplies?" Xander asked in spectacle
"No we fought wolf hybrids called Erasers." I explained for the hundredth time
"Why didn't you just call them wolf men or hybrids then."
"That's as unoriginal as Fang's blog."
Yet it had over a million veiws."
"That's because our lives are so interesting that even fang could make it popular."
"So, what...um...abilities do you have?" He stuttered
"Well besides the wings I can feel colors."
"Feel colors?"
"Yeah I touch something and I know what color it is." He was quiet for a minute the he grabbed my hand and put it on something with feathers. Blue. Green. Purple.
"You have wings?" I spoke in surprise "Why are they so...colorful."
"My genes were fused with ancient avian DNA, I call the beast The Raven of the Rainbow. It's actual name is way to long and sciencey."
"Why do you call it tha-" I tried to ask and his wings changed colors. Red. Pink. Orange.
"I'm sort of a chameleon, my hair, eyes, and skin does the same." I put my hand on his hair and felt numerous streaks of all shades.
"You said you hate your name right?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You just got a new nickname."
"Well, what is it?" He question as his patience grew shorter. I smiled as I got ready to tell him.
"Streaks."
Dr. Charles and Diana Guards stood in front of a display of monitors of varying shapes and sizes. The watched as their son and their latest capture socialize, their plan was going on exactly as planned.
"How long until we move on to the next phase of our plan." Charles asked showing no emotion.
"When they become inseparable, then we have a vantage point." Diana answered smiling manically
"What if they try to escape?" A lab worker asked "There are numerous holes in our security." Since they were privately funded they spent most of their budget on equipment and resources.
"No," Diana said surely as a she pulled out a picture of a younger looking Xander, now Streaks, and a girl about half his age. "he knows the consequences." She smiled and marched out the doors followed by her husband. "He knows them well."
Sorry that took a while, I just got back from a busy weekend and I finally had a chance to write. Anyway, don't forget to review if you have any comments or suggestions on how to make this story better. Peace.