AU: Hey everyone I'm so so so so so sorry I haven't updated in forever! Life's just been really stressful and kinda awful and confusing right now and I'm a horrible procrastinator so yea. Anyways here is ch. 4 finally and I made it longer than I usually do. Again really really sorry for the long wait! Enjoy!

(Gazzy P.O.V)

We woke up to the sound of screaming. One second we are all sleeping soundly because we haven't had a decent sleep in, well almost ever actually but that's beside the point. Like I said we where all sleeping one moment and the next we're all being jolted awake to the sound of someone screaming bloody murder. That wasn't the worst part of it though. We woke up to Angel screaming.

My brain kinda died. One second I was fine and sleeping and then I don't know. Somewhere in my head I realized that my sister was screaming and was in pain. I clawed at the thought and tried to focus on it but it slipped away the second I got a hold on it. What should I do know I thought?

Max. My head came up with the name and it brought me back to reality. Max would either confirm or deny that it was Angel. I would ask Max.

(Nudge P.O.V)

So I was sleeping perfectly fine, well sorta considering I was still on a metal table but hey you get what you get. Anyway I was asleep and then I woke up to screaming. Like high pitched, ear splitting screaming. I jolted up but didn't get very far because of the restraints but at least I tried. I moved my head back and forth to see if it was one of us but thank god it wasn't. I was about to ask who was screaming when it cut off. "Who was that?" I asked loudly. "It wasn't one of you was it? If it was then what happened? Was it the white coats again? Come on someone tell me!" My voice was cut off by Gazzy talking.

"That was Angel." The room went silent. "It was Angel, wasn't it Max? They did something to my sister." No one spoke up for several minutes.

"Yea Gazzy, I think that was Angel." Max whispered quietly. She looked over at Gazzy with sad eyes. I looked over at him too. His eyes turned glassy. He looked as if he was fighting tears but he was losing. A few slid down his face and a single sob escaped his mouth, but he immediately clamped down on his emotions. He turned his head away so he was looking at the wall instead of having to face any of us.

That was Gazzy. Max always called him her little trooper and now I could truly see why. Gazzy was still really young, even younger than me, but he still had to put up with all this crap. Technically, all of us where still really young, so none of us should have to put up with this crap. Right? I mean where just kids, what did we do that we deserved to live life like this?

(Max P.O.V)

The sound of Angel's screaming woke all of us. I knew it was her the second I heard it, I've heard that scream to many times in my short but hard life. When Gazzy asked me if it was her I debated on whether telling him the truth. He probably knew without me needing to say it but I guess he had to hear it out loud. Quietly I whispered, "Yea Gazzy, I think that was Angel."

His eyes turned glassy and I wanted to punch the wall or an Eraser or a Whitecoat. Just something that would distract me from my little boy's face. He turned his head away but not before a few stray tears glided down his cheeks and a tiny sob escaped his mouth. I couldn't see his face but I could imagine in my head what he looked like. The image made my blood boil. Who do these assholes think they are? Making my baby boy cry like that? I swear I'll make them all pay.

After a few minutes Gazzy looked up at the ceiling. His eyes continued looking glassy and his cheeks were glistening. What scared me most though was the dead expression that took over his face. He didn't say a word to any of us. I knew Angel had 'betrayed' us but she was still part of this flock and she always would be. I wanted so badly to know what happened to her but I couldn't do anything from my current position. I can't sit here any longer though and listen to the people I care about get hurt. We had to get out and soon.

(Iggy P.O.V)

I heard the screams just like everyone else; actually I probably heard them better than everyone else with my heightened senses. That meant I could also hear Gaz move his head so it was facing up. He had stopped crying a few minutes ago but still no one had spoken. I finally built up enough courage. "Hey Gaz, you okay?" I said it quietly but with no other sound I might as well have been shouting the words. The reaction was instant and Gazzy flinched at the sound of his name. I could hear Nudge suck in a breath and hold it. Still he didn't answer; I didn't think he would but then.

"Yea, I'm okay." Gazzy said. Nudge let out the breath she was holding and this time I was the one that flinched.

His voice was hoarse like he hadn't used it in years. We knew he was lying because his face made it pretty obvious that he was far from okay. No one said anything though in fear of upsetting him. But the worst part was his voice. It was dead. Hollow sounding even. I couldn't think of a thing to say, I mean this was my little bomb making apprentice. He had the worst digestive system in the universe and laughed like a maniac when he used that special 'talent' of his. He blew up bad guys, his toys, even our own house a few choice times and enjoyed every living second of it. He takes down guys three times his size and loves eating in fancy restaurants. He watches his families' backs and if the time came would risk his life to save one of us just like we would do for him in a heartbeat. But this? This wasn't the Gazzy I knew.

This Gazzy was closed off and was acting as if he was miles away right now. He didn't respond like the Gazzy I knew would. He was slow to react and unaware of his surroundings. This Gazzy was tormented by the sound of his sister's screams and the betrayal that he felt when he thought of her and what she did. There wasn't a thing I could do and I hated it.

I hated that we were in this damn place and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. There wasn't anything that any of us could do. We where trapped, simple as that.

(Gazzy P.O.V)

"Hey Gaz, you okay?" I heard that little sentence but then I didn't. The voice, which I recognized as Iggy's after concentrating, sounded as if I was hearing it from miles away. It said my name though and I felt myself flinch. Why had I done that? Why was I flinching at the sound of my name? I couldn't answer that question at the moment though because a more important one needed answering. Was I okay? I didn't know. I did know that the rest of the Flock was expecting my answer though. I gathered what was rest of my voice and somehow managed an answer.

"Yea, I'm okay." The foreign words left my mouth slowly and quietly. My throat felt funny and thinking back to what I said I noticed that my voice also sounded funny. What made it that way though? As I slowly tried to work out my thoughts I remembered a face. Then a smile. Eventually a sound. The sound was high pitched and made me want to rip my ears off or cover them up with my hands until I couldn't hear the loudest of noises. It hit me like a rock as I finally remembered a name. Angel.

I remembered. Her face, her voice, her everything, but most of all I remembered she's my sister. She was my sister and she was being hurt. My mind came into focus and I felt strange. I felt good and bad. Good because I felt like me again but bad because my stomach was in knots. My hands felt clammy and my skin was hot and sweaty. I was shaking a tiny bit but I barely noticed it myself. It took a few seconds to figure out the emotion that racked my body in waves. Rage. At least I think that was what I was feeling, but there was also some other feeling that I couldn't identify. I was completely and utterly pissed beyond reckoning. Adrenaline poured through my veins and it wouldn't surprise me if the Flock could feel it radiating from my body. Those damn Whitecoats thought they could touch my sister? They thought they could hurt her? Well they were wrong. Dead wrong.

The red haze of rage and power that had suddenly come over me started to ebb away though. I had to think of a plan and fast. I had to rescue my sister and us, plus the Flock, had to get the hell out of here. The adrenaline that slowly went away left my body feeling weak and fragile. I felt bone tired. I decided to take a short nap and then when I woke up I would use anything I could to make a bomb and get us out. My body was tired so I closed my eyes, but my mind was slower to shut down and rest. I kept thinking that I had to do this. Angel was my sister and she was depending on me. I had to get us out. No matter what.

(Max P.O.V)

I had been thinking about escape plans when I looked over at Gazzy. I was still worried about him and as I looked over at him, I realized I had good reason to. His eyes had taken on a hard look that I recognized well. He was mad, no beyond mad. He was pissed. I knew hearing Angel screaming had upset him but never to this extent. I quickly glanced over the rest of the Flock and saw they weren't paying attention to Gazzy. They where all caught up in their own thoughts, most likely about Angel. I looked back at Gazzy and I swear I could see the steam rolling off his body. Little beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. He was shaking ever so slightly that if you weren't looking close enough you wouldn't notice it. Again I glanced over the Flock, mainly Iggy, and took note that he had noticed. He probably felt and could hear Gazzy shaking. I shook my head and Iggy's eyes flicked over and focused on my right cheek. He nodded to me as well. I turned back around and continued to watch Gazzy.

After a while it seemed as the fight went out of his body. He stopped shaking and his eyes lost the hard gleam that had been there a few seconds ago. He looked years older and extremely tired. His eyes closed slowly and in moments he was asleep. What was that about? I asked myself. I didn't want to alarm the rest of the Flock and when they fell asleep I might talk to Iggy about it to see what he made of it. I looked out the corner of my eye at Iggy and gave another slight nod that he returned. We would talk later but in the mean time all I could think was, what was wrong with Gazzy? And what can I do to help him?

It had been two hours and Gazzy was still out. Nudge had fell asleep a few minutes after Gazzy and Fang had followed suit about an hour ago. Iggy and I where the only two awake so we could finally talk. "What do you think is wrong with Gazzy?" I asked it quietly so I didn't wake the Flock.

"I don't know, I heard him shaking and could practically feel his anger all the way over here. I don't know how Fang and Nudge didn't notice." Said Iggy just as quietly.

"I knew he would be upset about Angel but I've never seen him get that mad before." I said.

"Yea same here. It's gotta be something else." He practically spat out his next words. "You don't think the Whitecoats did anything to him do you?"

I had never thought of that. "If they did than there dead meat." I answer just as venomously. I think it over some, "When would they have had the chance though? We slept a little but we would have heard them come in."

"Maybe we where drugged as well?" He counters with. "We can't tell time in this shit hole so we could have been here a lot longer than we think. I don't like the idea at all myself but that's all I can think of."

"I don't know. Maybe." A new thought suddenly strikes me. "You know how we all acted really different when we got new powers? What if Gazzy just got one? It would explain it because it's different symptoms every time and it's usually so sudden that we don't realize it." We both processed my words silently. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off. The door had opened and Angel had walked inside.

She walked in and the door closed silently behind her. Everyone had woken up but no one had said a word. She looked healthy and was wearing clean clothes. She surveyed us silently and walked between the rows. As she went back to the front of the room her shirt rode up just a bit and I noticed what looked like a tattoo over her right hip. My brain decided to short out again for a brief second. No, no no no! I didn't want it to be true but I knew it. They had branded her just like me.

She looked at me and I knew that she knew I had seen her branding. She silently lifted her shirt so everyone could see it. It was just like mine. A large I with wings spread out on the side but instead of the name Max it said Angel. I wanted to scream or puke. They had branded my little girl, that's what that screaming had been I realized. She had 'betrayed' us, but she was still my little girl and they had fucking branded her. I was pissed. My body went rigid and I pulled on the restraints. I wanted to destroy every single whitecoat and eraser in this building and then watch them all burn with this place to the ground. I was so caught up in my own thoughts and actions that if Angel's eyes hadn't fixed on Gazzy and transformed her face to complete shock, and caused her to take a step backward, that I wouldn't even had noticed Gazzy. The fight left my body as I stared at my little boy. What the hell?

AU: Okay everyone here's ch. 4! I hope you all like it. Again I'm so terribly sorry that it took me so long to update this story. I will try my hardest to update more often. Promise! R&R and tell me what ya think!

PS: – READ! I left it as a cliffy and want You Guys to help me decide what Gazzy's new power will be! It has to be able to help the Flock escape and a power that no one else in the Flock has so put on your thinking hats and gimme some ideas! Review and leave me your ideas!