Alouette

3 (Alouette pov)

"No no no no no." I sob. He may have killed my brother but it's just so horrible. He didn't deserve all this, did he?

His face is disfigured, claw marks cover every inch of his body. Still though I know it's him.

"Oh my god." A feminine voice whispers from the entrance of the cave. I turn around to see who is with me but my eyes are overrun by tears, I can't tell. But that just tells me its not someone I know, I would have known their voice and their figure, it's a little gift I have.

"Who are you?" I demand, tears still streaming down my face.

"Allie." She says with a trembling voice. "Don't you recognize me?" Her voice does sound familiar.

"I can hardly see you, now answer me. Who. Are. You?"

"It's me, your mother."

"No. NO!! That's not possible. You... You're dead. Dad saw.. We.. No! Who are you?" No. Just no. She. Is. Dead. We all saw her dead body, all except Iggy, who felt no pulse. This isn't happening, it can't be happening.

She laughed a small caring laugh through her tears. "It's really me, I'm alive, sweetie."

You know what I don't even care if it's not her, I just need someone to hold onto right now. She opens her arms as if reading my mind, like Angel does constantly.

We sat there, with me in her arms, for what felt like days but only actually minutes. It got queit after a few minutes of me crying and her soothing voice shhshing me and telling me it will be alright till someone broke the pattern.

"Max?" My dad decided to join the party.

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"So what you're telling me is that for ten years while making sure Dylan was dead you couldn't have once told me or your daughter, son, or flock that you were alive?" My dad said. They'd been over this twenty two times and counting in the span of two hours, I'm surprised they are still at it.

I finally get tired of listening to my dad's disbelief and my mom defending her self so I go for a trip to Iggy and Ella's place. You know see how they're dealing with the news. Probably better than over here.