Sorry for not updating as soon as I usually do, but I was experiencing a mild case of writer's block. :/ I would have posted this earlier today, but I was out playing whirly ball with my parents and their friends. i didnt expect it to be as fun as it was! anyway- I don't own Maximum Ride! My thanks to:

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P.S. the title of this chapter is, as usual, written below. But the reason the chapter select thingy says chapter 7 is because the title as too long to fit. Hahah!

Who are you and what'd you do with Angel?

Max's POV
"Nudge, Nudge sweetie. Please. Calm down. Can you tell us what's not there?" I cooed, rubbing her back.
"THEM! EVERYTHING! THEY'RE NOT THERE!" She had tears streaking down her face.
"Angel?" I asked. "Anything?"
She shook her head. Then added, "wait. She just thought, 'no one has feelings!' I still don't know what it means."
Nudge's tears slowed, and she shuddered. "Max...Max... No one has feelings... No one was here... They're not... Not there."
I sighed. "Nudge, we're all here. We all have feelings."
"NO YOU DONT MAX! THEY'RE NOT THERE!"
Wait... My feelings... Aren't there. Nudge's... Nudge's power! She can feel leftover emotions and things! That's it!
"Angel!" I gasped, and she looked at me, appalled. "Fang!"
"WHAT?" He snapped, and I rolled my eyes.
After the couch incident, he tried eating, and disintegrated three pieces of toast in his hands before he gave up. Then later, when his temp went down to about 103, he tried again and it just, uh, came right back up, so he was kinda grumpy.
"Nudge's power! Sensing emotions and leftover, uh, vibrations and stuff! She just said that my feelings were'nt there! She must not be able to sense them!"
"IT'S SO QUIET! WHY CAN'T I FEEL THEM? WHERE DID THEY GO?"
"Nudge... Is it your power? Is it not working?"
She quieted. "Max... Max... Why did it go away? The world feels so empty."
We were all shocked. This was the only thing in the past day that Nudge had said that wasn't screamed at the top of her lungs or muttered to herself.
"Oh, Nudge." I murmured, at a loss for words. But I was the leader, the invincible Max, so I had to say something. "It'll be back. It'll be back, and in the meantime why don't we get some ice-cream and, uh, you can give Iggy a head to toe makeover."
"Really?" She said, looking up at me with big brown eyes.
"WHAT?!" Iggy cried, choking on his soda.
I gave him a say-anything-and-I'll-break-your-neck look.
"Really." I told her, and was rewarded with a weak smile. "Fang? Wanna try your luck with some ice-cream?"
He grumbled, but followed us Into the kitchen.

Fang's POV

The ice-cream was so good. Did I mention that mint chocolate chip is my all time favorite flavor?
Max laughed as Gazzy tried to lick ice-cream off his nose. Nudge was commenting on Iggy's dyed blonde hair, and Angel was telling Coral some funny story. I even thought I was feeling ok. That proves it. Ice-cream makes everything better.
But, as all good things in our miserable lives, it had to come to an end. Our windows crashed open, and those weird gecko things that Max was describing spilled into our kitchen. There had to be at least forty of them, slithering around on the floor, flying in the air, and crawling all over us.
We were instantly buried in a sea of wiggling bodies. I kept punching them, but in my state, it hardly did anything.
I saw Max take out a few using her wings, and I copied, only managing to stun them.
"FANG!" I heard a screech behind me. I insantly whipped around, and stumbled, to see Angel pinned to the wall by about ten of them. They crawled over her, and I couldn't see her anymore. I could feel the ugly things fiercely biting my ankles, but I ignored the pain, wading through the ocean of creatures to her. I started trying to rip the geckos off her, but I was useless.
I heard a muffled, weak sound from the mound. "Fang..."
For some reason this triggered something inside me. All the weakness and stifling heat drained from my body in an instant. I punched one of the creatures, and it screeched, dropping to the floor in agony. I turned back to the pile, expecting it to come back, but it didnt. I would have checked it out, but Angel depended on me right now.
"Get. Off. Angel. You. Stupid. Lizards." I grunted, grabbing them and throwing them aside. I saw a strand of curly blonde hair, and dug faster. I caught sight her arm and grabbed it, yanking her out of the mound of geckos. She gasped, sucking in precious air. Angel looked around, shocked, then gaped at me.
What?
I looked around. On the floor around us, lay a scattering of writhing bat-geckos, all with scorch marks and burns around their torsos where I had grabbed them. I stared down at my hands and inwardly smiled.
Looks like someone developed a new skill.
I started griping the lizards near Max, sending them to the ground screeching. Then all was quiet. I gazed around the room. Most of the creatures were dying or dead on the ground, but some of them were just standing there. An odd hissing noise filled the room, and Max sucked in a breath.
"Duck and cover!" She yelled, and we all obeyed instantly.
I dropped to the ground and rolled under the table next to Nudge, sheltering my head with my hands.
Boom!
The whole room shook, and was instantly coated in a layer of guts and dust. It wasnt a huge explosion, and it wasnt fiery or anything, but it was enough to collapse the table on top of me and Nudge.
"Ow." Murmured Nudge.
"Report!" Yelled Max.
"Okay." I responded.
"Good here." Croaked Nudge.
Iggy had a deep looking cut on his leg, but he was standing. "Fine."
"I'm okay. And so is Angel." I heard Gazzy breath behind me, and Max let,out a relieved puff of air.
One missing.
Coral stood up shakily and nodded. Not that Max cared.

Max's POV
Everyone was OK. That was good. Now there was the matter of our kitchen. It was awful. All the dishes were strewn across the room and broken, the table and chairs were ruined by the explosion, and now we needed to replace the window. Great.
Angel looked at me, and for once, she actually looked like a seven year old. To tell you the truth, it actually scared me a little.
"Max... That was really scary." She murmured, and grabbed hold of my leg.
"Oh, Angel." I cooed, soothing her.
For the next hour, I tended to minor injuries, and Angel stayed right by my side the whole time. She never responded to any random thoughts she picked up. She never said anything prophetic, and she never once acted older than her age. Most would take it as a blessing, but the only thing running through my head the whole time was,
Who are you and what did you do with Angel?

hmmmm... I'm not sure about this chapter, but I guess it's ok. I just wanna thank all my viewers again! I never thought people would actually be reading my story, so you guys make me sooooo happy! Please please please review! :)