Well...not really the update most of you were hoping for and i feel sooo sorry for that. (The other stuff i AM working on...i'm just a little stuck. It'll be my new years resolution so expect some updates in 2009!) But i imagined a little scene today and it expanded into this. It isn't very long but...it works. I like it, at least.

It'll be a two-shot...and yes, i will update the other part very soon. I promise. Because i already have it written. So...yeah...

Summary: 6 bird kids, 2 teams, 6 guns. Madness ensues, of course. Some faxness.

Disclaimer: JP owns all. Except for the idea. It's mine, cuz i rock. Woo!


Max looked left and right, watching for her opponents. Her path open, she walked out across the clearing and behind another stone wall. Again, she checked her surroundings.

Max froze when she was a flicker of movement to her left. In her peripheral vision, she noticed the tall, lanky figure standing there. As he spun around, Max recognized his spiky hair as it caught a small ray of light. Iggy. Her blind pyro.

She stood completely still as he looked around. (Well…not really looked…but listened…obviously...) She wouldn't be noticed if she didn't move.

A loud, shrill scream rang out and both bird kids turned to face the clearing. Although the area was very dark, thanks to her superhuman sight, Max could see Angel spread-eagled on the ground in the far corner. The Gasman, her own brother, was standing above Angel, gun aimed at her chest.

"Gazzy!" The small girl cried, before he shot her wildly across the shoulders and stomach. Moments later, he stepped away, pumping his fist in the air enthusiastically.

"You're out! Yeeeaaahhh!!!"

The flock leader looked on, enraged. She looked at Angel, lying helpless on the ground, and held up her gun. How could he?! His own sister?!

Before Max could shoot, someone else beat her to it. Glancing around, she located the source. The flash of brown behind Iggy.

Nudge stepped back, reloading, before bringing the clunky black gun to eye level and shooting.

Gazzy looked at himself in surprise. Nudge kept shooting; her aim was perfect. Knowing he had to do something, he lifted is own gun. Three, four, five shots rang out, pointed wildly in Nudge's direction. Only two hit their mark, clipping her right shoulder.

Max laughed inwardly as the boy dropped his gun and tried to run away. Raising her own gun, she caught the Gasman square in the center of his back. He slumped to the ground.

"Now, you're out!" The 15-year-old girl muttered, always eager to get a word in. But Iggy heard her comment too, and turned to her.

Max watched, surprised, as he shot at Nudge, hitting her side. The two girls eyes met over his shoulder. The older girl nodded.

The other, being uncharacteristically quiet, slunk back into the shadows. Iggy shouted angrily, noticing she had gotten away.

Max chuckled. "Iggy, Iggy, Iggy. You know better than to mess with me!"

He froze. Taking a deep breath, he did a swift 180 with a twist of his feet. "Max…wait. Think about this. You're gunna do this to me? Come on…" Iggy's gun fell to the ground with a clunk as he pleaded.

The girl laughed harder. "Iggy…tsk, tsk. Pleading for your life seems so…beneath you."

"And shooting your…almost brother seems beneath you!" The bird kid pointed out. "Especially when he is unarmed...and blind!"

"Tsk, tsk," She repeated, lifting the gun. "Consider this payback for the Mickey Mouse clock!"

Before Iggy could protest again, Max pulled the trigger. A flurry of shots scattered all over his chest. When he fell to the ground, Max stopped. She blew on the muzzle of the gun, like in the old Western movies. Then she hooked it on her belt and leant against the wall.

"You're out!" She said victoriously, while checking her surroundings. As quietly as she could, the bird girl took refuge behind another stone wall, this one curved slightly to provide side protection as well.

Max paused, to think. She still had Nudge on her side. And their only opponent left was Fang. Of course, that was going to be tough. He would be invisible as long as he didn't move. They had to keep up a constant watch.

"Hyah!" Max heard Nudge scream. Her gun went off rapidly. Hopefully, she had caught Fang.

Max relaxed, running a hand through her hair, and wishing she had a rubber band to pull it up and off her neck. She was sweating not only from the heat but also from the pressure. Three of her family down…

Caught up in her thoughts, she almost missed the breathing sound. It was slow and deep, just barely there.

The 18-year-old whipped her head back and forth. Fang was around. Somewhere.

She unclasped her gun, holding it to her chest, finger on the trigger, as she looked around again.

Max stopped. The 'mhmm' sound came again. It came from…

She almost gasped. How could she be so stupid?! He was standing right there with her, the whole time. No wonder she'd felt comfortable standing there. Unconsciously, she had sensed his presence.

Now that they were together—officially a couple as of a month ago—they were more of a single entity than two people. They moved together, acted together, and sometimes even talked together—finishing each other's sentences. They understood each other on a much deeper level than before, when they had just been best friends. They depended on each other for survival.

And, of course, the kissing. Oh, the kissing was one of the best parts. She could spend forever in his arms, just kissing him.

Now Max couldn't believe she had missed him standing there. She could visualize Fang, wearing his usual black on black ensemble. He would be leaning on his right leg. His shoulders wouldn't be slumped though. He'd be standing straight, back erect, and very aware of everything going on around him. He'd most likely have his gun in his right hand, but Fang wouldn't shoot her. The bird boy loved her too much, she knew.

It was if Max could feel his eyes on her. Although his dark hair would be unkempt and hanging in his face, he would be staring at her. Trying to guess her next move. But he would also be smirking at her. His beautiful Fang-like smirk that never failed to take Max's breath away. He would be amused, inwardly laughing at Max's obliviousness.

She lowered her arm to her side and took a few steps forward. Max looked up and stood on the balls of her feet to make up for her and Fang's height difference.

"I knew you're there," Max whispered.

A second later, she heard a deep chuckle and Fang suddenly appeared in front of her. Just as she had imagined.

"Hey," He replied. One word. That was all that needed to be said.

Smiling, Max lifted a hand to cup his face and she pulled his lips down to meet hers.

Fang responded in kind, kissing her passionately. He wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping his gun and pulling her closer.

The girl moaned and pressed herself against him, melding her tongue to his. When they broke apart to breathe, Fang wasted no time in bringing his lips across his jaw and down her neck. As he nipped at her earlobe, Max counted down. She had felt the atmosphere shift and knew it would all be over soon.

Max's other hand, still holding the gun, trailed up her boyfriend's chest. She felt bad. He hadn't shot her, even though he's had the perfect opportunity. But she had to. It was essential to the mission.

"Max…" Fang groaned, holding her hips tightly and crashing his lips to hers.

"Fang…" She murmured, calmly. Part of her wanted to say 'I'm sorry', but her ego resisted. She had to retain her pride, at least.

Just seconds left now.

10…

9…

8…

Max pulled back a little to stare into his eyes. Her thumb rubbed his jaw absentmindedly.

He noticed the feral flicker in the brown orbs that never failed to capture his. But it was too late. She pulled the trigger.

And bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Again and again she shot him. Most of them hit his chest, but as she fumbled, a few struck his shoulders and stomach. A couple rang out, continuing on behind him.

Either way, she got him.

Max stepped out of his embrace swiftly. She smirked as he stared down at her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"Haha! You're out. I win!" Max said, still smirking. She pressed the muzzle of the chunky black gun to his chest, right at his heart. The final shot rang out as the fluorescents flickered to life above them.


This is where you all scream at me. I understand. But don't forget, there's another chappie. Let me know what you think. The outcome depends on the reviews, people! You want Fang to die!?!?!

-fan girls scream-

Yeah, didn't think so. So i hope you liked it! REVIEW!

~amsrule