A/N: That awkward moment when you don't update your story for nearly three years...

Hello everyone! Believe it or not, I actually am alive. I'm a college student at Tulane University now and currently working on the second draft of a novel, so fan fiction quite obviously took a backseat. But I am INCREDIBLY SORRY to everyone who supported me, reviewed my stories, and enjoyed them, because it wasn't fair of me to just leave you in the lurch like that. I just re-read TFA2 and I'm mad at myself for leaving it like that because I want to know what happens.

I've been out of the fanfic world for a while now, and I don't think my stories are very relevant anymore. But I love them dearly and the random reviews (that make my day, by the way!) seem to still like them, too. So for those of you that supported this story (and still check your alerts), I thought I'd give you some closure and a Christmas present of sorts. This chapter won't be just an author's note: I'm home for Christmas and on my old computer, so here is a compilation of all of the extra secrets that I wrote. Some of you received them through reviews years ago, others never read them at all. But either way, I hope you enjoy this last update!

Again, I just want to say thank you for reading my work, dealing with the ridiculousness of my teenage self (how am I nearly twenty?), and supporting me for the three years I was active on this site. Every single one of you brightened my day!

All my love,

FantasyFan5

Fang

One: Unlike the rest of the flock, he really doesn't give a damn about finding his parents. The flock is all the family that he'll ever need. He doesn't care if his parents gave him up voluntarily or not. The point is, somehow, they gave him up, and they didn't do the best job of trying to get him back. They screwed up and he got stuck with a shitty life.

No, he can definitely do without parents.

Two: The worst moment of his life was when he found Max on the beach trying to take out her chip. When he finally caught up to her, he thought that he had been too late, that no matter what he did he was going to lose her.

It scared him to death.

But he couldn't show that. So he made his fear into anger, slapped the shell out of her hand, and dumped antiseptic in rougher than he probably should have. But when she looked at him, her eyes bloodshot, looking weaker than she ever had, his anger dissipated, and all he wanted to do was hold her. But of course he didn't.

He vowed never to let her get hurt so badly ever again.

Three: He never did like Anne. He won't claim that he always knew or anything like that, but ever since she 'coincidentally' showed up at the hospital as an FBI agent...he just kept one eye open.

Four: He might not want parents, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't wish for someone to look up to, someone to unload all of his problems onto. Sure, he talks to Max. But he doesn't tell her everything. She has enough on her mind already. He knows that she depends on him as much as he depends on her. So the biggest things he keeps to himself, unwilling to make Max's job harder than it needs to be. She stays strong. Why shouldn't he?

Max II

One: She woke up in a white room with bright lights. People with masks over their mouths were standing over her. Fear flooded her body as a man leaned over her and shined a light into her eyes. Her breath began to come faster. What was going on?

"Eyesight – check," said the man in a deep voice, leaning away. She could hear a scribbling noise directly after he spoke. Her eyes flicked toward the sound. "Hearing – check," the same man said, sounding satisfied. "Further tests shall be conducted later to determine the clone's health and overall importance. Well done, everyone. The experiment is so far successful."

Clone – she didn't know what it meant yet, but it wasn't the last time that she would hear that word directed at her.

Two: One day, as she was walking down the hallway with Anne, she stopped for a drink of water from the dispenser. As she filled her paper cup and took a sip, she looked up at the window in front of her and frowned.

Apparently it wasn't a window, like she had thought, but a mirror. Her reflection was looking back at her. Strangely enough, however, the version of herself in the mirror was scared, breathing fast, and wearing what looked like a long white nightgown. Their eyes met for a split second, before Anne's hand clapped down on her shoulder.

"Come on," Anne said. "Let's go."

She forgot about her reflection later. It must have just been a new experiment.

Three: She thought that all people had wings until she was eight years old. It was only then that she found out she was different.

This realization probably would have hurt some people, or at the very least offended them. This wasn't nearly the case with her. She felt as if this only made her even more special, like she was gifted. It made her better, in her eyes.

Four: After the fight with the original, Max II has to admit – she has a grudging respect for her. She's been conditioned to hate the original Max – it's what everything led up to. But she finally realized that the scientists were wrong. Both of them were worthy of living. Both of them were special. They were different in a ton of ways, but in other ways, not physically, they were so much the same it scared her. Hating the original would be like hating herself now. She just can't do it. She doesn't think that they'll ever be best friends – that would take a miracle. But if you asked her now if she hated the original, she would have to say no. How can you hate someone who gave you back your life?

Ari

One: Ari had never really been a violent person until the whitecoats changed him into an Eraser. He couldn't even watch scary movies.

Now, his life WAS a scary movie. But he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it.

Fighting really was incredible. It might just be the way that the scientists had messed with his head, but he was only ever really happy when he was fighting. It gave him a sort of primal pleasure, feeling the way that his muscles stretched and coiled, the vibrations as his fist met flesh. It was as if all of his nerves were live wires, crackling with energy and electricity, humming in the air.

Yes, that was the only time he was truly happy.

Two: Max was his SISTER.

It was practically incomprehensible. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that the girl who had been his first friend, the girl that he had then attempted to destroy multiple times, had the same blood that ran through his veins.

Surreal was the best way to describe it.

Three: It hurt to look in the mirror.

He had never felt like he'd belonged, but this was just too much. He wasn't human, wasn't an Eraser, wasn't anything. He was something stuck in between, some sort of mistake. It was no wonder that he was a failure.

Every time he looked into that sheet of glass he longed for it to lie to him, to reflect who he really was – a scared, seven year old boy who just wanted to be normal. He wanted to go to school – the real kind – to have two parents, to have friends.

But the mirror didn't lie.

Instead it showed him what the scientists had made him into – someone between human and wolf, with ragged claws and a face not quite right. NQR, as Nudge liked to say to Angel behind his back. He heard. He heard everything they said and everything the whitecoats said.

He wished more than anything that he didn't.

Four: He hurts.

Not physically – he doesn't let anyone hurt him physically, and not many can except for Fang. But he hurts mentally, when he's torn between being Ari and being an Eraser. He doesn't really know what a cutter is – no one has ever bothered to tell him – but he gathers that it's people who hurt themselves because they hurt inside.

He's not a cutter, but he's a biter. He digs his teeth into any part of his body until he can finally feel something, something that says that Ari is still inside. Not even his nerves work right anymore. They send pain messages slowly, until his teeth have been buried in his arm for two minutes and his brain finally registers the pain.

But he doesn't care. Any pain is better than the mental kind.

Ella

One: She wishes that she were braver. Sure, she told on José's gang. But she could have done so much more. Maybe she could have done something at school, confronted them about it instead of running off and being a tattletale.

Maybe it's just that she wants to be more like her half-sister. They share the same blood. Why are they so different?

Two: She doesn't like the CSM. Okay, yes, they are out there for the good of the world and to stop global warming and all that stuff. But all that Ella knows is that because of them, she sees her mother less and less, and she only gets to see Max on TV when she's doing something else for publicity. What about her? Why is she always the one that's left alone? Maybe it's selfish. But she is only human.

And she misses her family.

Three: She doesn't know what to make of Jeb. Her mom seems to be quite fond of him, and she knows that he's Max's father. But if her mom decides to marry him or something, Ella's not sure just how she'd take that. She sees the way that Max looks at him. Max doesn't trust him at all. There must be some kind of reason, right?

And beyond that, she already has a father. She doesn't need another one. Long before Jeb got there, it was just her and her mother, and they were just fine. They still will be, without him.

Four: The moment she found out her mother had been kidnapped was the scariest moment of her entire life, worse than when Kevin had been beaten up by that gang, worse than right after Max had left - for the second time - and they didn't know if she was dead or alive. She hates to admit it - but she wasn't sure that even Max could save her mother. Because at that moment, she didn't consider Dr. Martinez the mother of both her and Max. Max had only known about her mother for a few short months. Ella had been her daughter for years. Her mother was the single most important person in her entire life, and if she lost her -

She lost herself.