A/N: Okay this story is pretty depressing. Read on to find out why. You may or may not start crying depending on how it goes but whatever. It'll probably get more and more sad as I go along. This story is Post-Fang. By the way, there are Erasers in my story. They are back and fighting hard.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in Maximum Ride or anything that seems familiar.

The rest of the Flock is dead. I'm just about dead myself. I've been fighting for my life for over a year with no at my back. No one by my side. I have no one now. As far as I know the only Flock member still alive other than me is Fang. But I've lost him too. I lost him about three years ago. I can't turn back to him and he won't turn back to me.

I don't know how much more I can take. I'm always running, hiding, blocking out everything else. I can only care about myself now. I don't have time to save the world. I don't have time for my family. Dr. Martinez and Ella are my past. I need to save my present.

I lay on the hard, cold forest floor, staring up through the branches. Thinking, thinking hard. I needed a plan of action. The scientists, their "pets" and every other wack-job who decided to take a wack at me were always coming. Always finding me. The tracker they had planted in me is gone.

How can they follow my every move? How is it that when I was with the entire Flock they couldn't even find us and yet on my own, making less of a footprint in the dirt, they track me like an airplane? As thoughts drifted aimlessly through my mind, my eyes closed traitorously and my body was taken over by sleep.

"Iggy!" I yelled, "Behind you!" Iggy spun around only to received a good punch in the nose. Blood spewed out, dripping down onto his shirt. I almost got a punch in my nose too, but I blocked it, as it came inches from my jaw. The monstrous Eraser, caught by surprise, took a healthy kick to the gut and doubled over in pain. I pushed against his shoulders, hard. He fell over cracking his head open on a rock.

I looked around at my Flock fighting for their life, tiring more and more by the second. I saw Iggy pull out something small, black and shiny. A detonator. It couldn't do a lot of damage. It would probably only reach about a couple yards radius. But as Iggy set the timer to a short 10 seconds and prepared to toss it towards a cluster of Eraser, one of the demons himself came up behind Iggy, grabbing onto hisarms keeping him from destroying his fellow Erasers.

The time slowed. I watched the seconds on the timer tick by slowly. I ran forward as fast as I could trying to save Iggy before it was too late. But it was too late. Before I was even with in 12 feet of the two, Eraser and bird kid, the last second disappeared from the timer and I was thrown back by the force, hitting my head on the ground.

After what was only seconds, but felt like hours I stood up, my head throbbing cruelly. I looked around. Everyone had stopped fighting. Everyone was shocked. Iggy was gone. Dead. We had lost Iggy. Even the Erasers were stunned. Then everyone came to their senses and the fight raged on. Erasers attacked me from all sides, but they couldn't take me. I was mad. I was hurt. I jabbed, punched, and kicked as evil tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. Soon enough, all the Erasers had been eliminated. I sunk down on the ground, crying.

How could this have happened? How could Iggy be dead? Why do I keep losing the people I love?

Memory/Dream Change

"Hey guys!" Nudge called over her shoulder, more than fifteen feet away from us, "I found a cave! We can stay there!"

Nudge disappeared into the cave and we followed slowly. Seconds later, we hear her screams emanate from the dark cave walls. I put on the speed, wondering frantically what was going on in there.

By the time I got inside, Nudge had stopped screaming and the sight was horribly disturbing. A large grizzly bear stood over Nudge's distorted, scratched up body. Blood was everywhere. On the walls, on Nudge, and on the bear. I could tell that Nudge was dead, her chest no longer heaving. She was gone just like the others, and I was heartbroken.

Another one of my precious family, gone, stolen away from me, from my grasp. Why does this keep happening?

Memory/Dream Change

Gazzy, Angel, and I leaned against the tree branch, lazily. The two adorable kids depressed and fed up with running, fighting, and hiding. How else could they possibly feel. I knew that their little spirits were broken into pieces, but what choice did I have. We always have to keep moving. I need to protect them.

None of this would have happened if that butt-headed jerk hadn't ditched us. We would still all be alive together. We wouldn't have to run all the time. We could stand by each others sides and fight till the end without a regretful second thought.

We would be a normal family. Well, a normal mutant family, and Angel wouldn't be so miserable and neither would I.

Gazzy hopped down lightly from the low tree he was lounging in. "I'm going for a walk." he said shortly.

I was about to protest, but the look on his face stopped me. He was on the verge of tears, but trying to be strong for me and for his little sister, Angel. He just needed some alone time to let it out.

Silently, he left, wandering randomly.I sat their quietly, listening to Angel breathe. I'm sorry, Angel. I told her.

It's okay. Even my little Angel was trying to be strong. I love her.

For fifteen minutes, we sat their in silence. Then an ear-shattering, heartbreaking shot went off within the forest. A gun! I heard Gazzy yell out in pain as a bullet hit him.

Swiftly, I jumped down off the tree and began racing towards where I had heard him. No, no, no! Within seconds, I found him lying on the ground, over an uprising root, blood seeping from his chest, somewhere near his heart.

I leaned over his lifeless body, tears running down my cheek. Angel ran up, and, after seeing her brothers limp, helpless form, began sobbing loudly. She sat against a tree and cried herself to sleep. After I had stopped moaning, I picked up Angel and carried her away from that place of misery.

Not again. How could this have happened again?

Memory/Dream Change

Angel and I flew through the cold winter air of Massachusetts. We landed next to some old cabins and finding one that seemed to not be currently inhabited, went inside. It was a small one bedroom, one bathroom shack kind of place with a small kitchen and lounging area.

We both sunk down onto the bed and instantly fell asleep. I didn't dream that night. I didn't fear that night. But I should have. I should have feared for my life. No. I should have feared for Angel's life.

The next morning, I woke up, took a look around, and saw the worst thing. Angel lying on the bed, where she had been lying next to me all night, with a long steak knife protruding from her chest.

I even remembered the night before hearing her scream, but unconsciously, I blocked it out and ignored her cries for help. I still hear it sometimes in my mind.

Back To Reality

"Ahh!" I yelled, standing up quickly. In front of me, was a man dressed in a black helmet, a black jumpsuit, and black combat boots, holding a gun to my heart.

A/N: Well, wasn't that intense. Hopefully, I'll post the next chapter soon! Please comment. It makes me happy!