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One week Pt. 3

Fang's POV
It suddenly became hard to breathe. I sucked in, expecting a lungful of oxygen, but to no avail. I choked, noticing the others doing so as well, and saw a small hissing sphere laying on the ground. My eyes watered as I began a never ending coughing fit, trying to rid myself of poisonous gas. Even in this state I spotted the chopper takeoff, and a streak of farmiliar hair through the window.
"Max!" I croaked between violent coughing fits. "Guys! Get... Away... From... Here!"
All of us but Iggy made our painful way out of the gas cloud.
"Ig!" I choked out.
He ignored me and kneeled next to the device, still hacking. Cracking it open, Iggy sluggishly found several wires and snapped them with his pocket knife.
The hissing stopped.
Gazzy cheered, but got cut off as he started coughing. Iggy got up slowly and mad his way toward us. His eyes were halfway closed, and his breathing was ragged.
"You okay?" I asked as he walked up.
He nodded and leaned against a tree, giving me a weak thumbs up.
"Never better." He croaked, but his knees immediatley buckled underneath him, sending him to the ground.
"Iggy!" Nudge yelled, rushing over to him.
Coral, who had avoided the gas by climbing a tree, glanced into the sky and yelled, "Holy bacon covered shnitzels! They got Max! Cork, Zhone! Rescue plan 13, code orange!"
She and Zhone instantly zipped into the sky, but I had to be focused on Iggy right now.
"Ig, Iggy." I muttered as I reached him.
He was unconsious.
Crap.

Coral's POV
I hastily grabbed Cork and yelled out.
"Ready!"
Zhone and I lept into the air, intent on following the chopper. Zhone flew as fast as he could and let out a high pitched screech, causing the pilot to turn and see him. I zipped up under the heli and gripped the landing gear, dropping Cork off there, ready for the next step. Zhone screeched again, this time shattering all the windows. The chopper swerved. He nodded at me. I quickly changed the pilots perception of just about everything. The flying machine bobbed and weaved, wreaking chaos inside. There was a lot of screaming, and I climbed hastily up to the broken window. Spotting an unconsious Max entangled in a large net, I reaced in and snatched her up, grunting with effort. I flew over and handed her to Zhone.
I nodded at Cork and he set the landing gear on fire. Zipping over to him, I let him jump off the flaming machine and into my outstretched arms. Zhone and I quickly made our way back to the scene of the fight, careful to avoid the very slowly dissapating gas. Iggy was laying on his back, out cold, and the rest of the flock was standing around him worriedly. Angel's face lit up when she saw us.
"Fang, Fang! They got Max! They saved her! They got her back!"
She rushed over and hugged each of us, nearly in tears. She hugged max last, stirring her.
"Unnggg." Her eyes slowly peeled open.
"Max! Max! You're ok!" Angel cried, and hugged her again. "I saw them take you and tried to tell everyone but then Iggy... Max they saved you!"
Fang finally looked up, saw us, and immediatley jumped up and ran over, relief making him smile. He picked Max up bridal style and moved her over next to Iggy. She blinked several times and coughed weakly before she passed out again.
Fang sighed and stood up, looking around at the members of the flock that were still conscious. "We should go to Max's mom's house. We can rest up there. I'll carry Max, Zhone can carry Iggy, and Coral you carry Cork."
"But Fang! Your shoulder. You can't carry her that long with an injury like that. I'll carry Max. Nudge can carry Cork." I argued, putting on my stubborn face.
He thought for a moment, and after realizing that his pride didnt matter in this situation, nodded in agreement. We were off almost immediatley, gliding less than gracefully toward Max's Mom's house. We had to stop five times. One to get food, the other four to give my arms a rest. Zhone was a lot stronger than was, so he would have been able to carry Iggy the whole way non stop, but he kept insisting we land every time he saw me struggling. Fang got really impatient and tried to carry Max, but he almost dropped her mid-air and grudgingly gave her back to me. By the time we landed in the forest outside the little house in the woods, my clothes were soaked in Max's blood, Fang was getting a bit pale himself, and Iggy was, well, still unconsious. I walked up to the door without hesitation, knowing we probably didnt have much longer. Knocking on the door with my elbows, I shifted uncomfortably on the small porch. A girl with black hair opened the door and gasped.
"Max! Who are you? Why is- MOM!"
In normal circumstances I would have laughed, but being that I was currently holding a bloody, unconsious bird-girl in my arms, I just couldn't. A woman who vaguely reminded me of Max appeared behind the other girl. She gasped as well and looked at me with caution, her eyes often flickering to Max, laying limp in my arms.
"Who are you?" She asked, and I knew she would let me in no matter who I was, thanks to the passenger I brought.
"It doesn't matter right now." I said hastily. "Max needs help, and so does Iggy."
The woman stepped aside and looked for the others. "Where are the rest of you?"
I looked behind me. I hadn't realized they hadn't followed me to the door. "Guys! Get your butts over here!"
Cork and Zhone cautiously stepped into the open, soon followed by the rest of the flock. Fang was the first to follow me into the house, then came Zhone, Cork, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel.
"What happened?" She asked calmly, evaluating the group of kids in her entryway.
"Max got shot twice, and I think they drugged her. Iggy breathed in some poisonous fumes trying to disable a... Well you get the idea. Fang also got shot, but we think he only got grazed." I explained quickly and she nodded.
"Max first. I want you to set her on the couch. Ella, I want you to help this boy take Iggy upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. Fang, take a seat here." She gestured to a comfy looking chair next to the couch.
He eased his way into the chair with an un-fang like sigh of relief.
"Where'd she get shot?" The woman asked me, all business.
"Her thigh, and I think her side." I answered, full to the brim with worry.
The girl came back downstairs, holding a first aid kit in her hands. "Mom, I got your tools."
"Thanks Ella." She began to cut away Max's shirt, and gestured to me. "Go make sure Iggy is breathing. If he's not, call for me, then begin doing compressions on his chest. He is probably still breathing though, and in that case, I just want you to watch him and make sure he's comfortable, and notify me when he wakes."
I nodded and quickly made my way up the stairs, seeing only one open door. I peeked my head in to see Iggy laying peacefully in the bed, his chest moving up and down in a raspy, but steady rythem.
As I sat there, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly those sickos at the school did to his eyes. When I was there, an experiment once was taken away for an operation, and the whitecoats said something about night vision. The poor kid came back sobbing his eyes out, and the next morning I was woken by his screams. Turns out he woke up blind. I wondered if they had done the same thing to Iggy.
Probably.
They experimented on my eyes too. They succeeded, and that's why I can change the color. It hurt a lot at first, but it faded with time, leaving me with a fun party trick. I guess I was lucky.
His hair was growing a bit long, and I could see a strawberry red color at the roots. I hadn't realized he died his hair. I liked the original color better. He coughed weakly.
"Ig, you awake?" I said softly.
He coughed again and cleared his throat. "Yup. Feel like crap."
Then as an after thought he added, "Am I on a bed?"
I smiled. "Yeah. You sound hoarse. Want me to get you some water?"
He nodded and I got up and left the room, heading back down the stairs.
"Excuse me, miss?" I called. "Where's the kitchen? Iggy's awake and he wants some water."
I noticed Fang asleep on his chair, and I laughed on the inside.
Max's mom smiled at me. "He's awake? Good. The kitchen is that way, and cups are in the cabinet second to the right."
I smiled back and headed into the kitchen, going to the cabinet. Zhone was waiting for me, looking worried.
"Hey." I said as I pulled out a glass.
"Hey." He murmured back.
I filled the glass with water from the tap and looked at him. "You gonna tell me why you look worried or am I going to have to guess?"
He sighed. "Just stressed out. Was it really just yesterday we were roaming the streets eating cookies? Now we're in some strange lady's house with two injured bird-kids, a poisoned pyromaniac, and a flock of frazzled feathered friends."
"You know, we were actually eating cookies this morning. It's not mid-night yet." I mused, trying to lighten the mood, and failing.
He leaned against the wall closed his eyes. It hurt me to see him like this. He was usually so upbeat and funny, the one who we could always count on to make us laugh.
I hugged him abruptly, smiling. "Don't be depressed. You know and I know these guys are strong, and we'll be out of here in no time. Max'll wake up and see that we can belong here, and we can become part of the flock. You'll see. It'll all be okay."
Zhone suddenly grinned. "That's my girl."
I laughed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a pyro to serve."
I left the room with the glass of water and walked to "Iggy's" room.
He heard me enter the room and looked up. "Coral? That you?"
"The one and only." I said as I handed him the glass.
He took a sip and sighed in relief. "Now, where are we exactly? And why do I feel like someone set off a bomb in my lungs?"
I laughed at his comparison. Of course that's what he would think of. "Well, right now we're at Max's mom's house. The reason you feel like crap is because you disabled a machine that released poisonous gas."
He coughed and nodded. "Oh, I remember now... There was that fight and the hissing thingy... I don't remember anything after cutting those wires and then leaning against that tree... Did I black out?"
I nodded, then remembered he couldn't see it. "Yeah. Zhone carried you the whole way here. Nudge got Cork and I got Max cause of Fang's shoulder."
"How is Max? And Fang?"
"Max's mom is tending to her, and last I checked, Fang was sleeping on the recliner in the living room, all comfy."
Iggy laughed and gulped down the rest of the water, setting the empty glass on the night stand.
"Get some rest, okay?" I said to him as I left the room.
"Don't have to tell me twice." He muttered.
I hopped down the stairs, to find Max awake. I smiled and noticed that she wasnt laying down or anything. Not that I don't want her to rest or anything, its just...
She was taking pictures.
Of Fang.
I giggled, and Max swiveled her head to see me.
"Nice photo op, huh?" I whispered, and she smiled at me.
Max. Smiled. At me.
She must be feeling all happy thanks to being home.
I sniffed the air.
Or maybe its that heavenly scent coming from the kitchen.
I sighed and inhaled deeply.
Max laughed quietly at me, then continued her photo shoot.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I questioned, keeping my voice low as to not wake Fang.
"Because," she answered, stopping and looking into my eyes. "I've made my decision. Welcome to the flock."

Hooray! Yay! Max can stop being so mean! Not that she isn't at times anyway, but she can stop being so mean to the new members! Anyway, open to ideas, just PM me! Review!