Chapter One

(Fangs point of view)
As he walked out of the skuzzy motel bathroom he tripped over something. He looked down and identified the thing as one of Gazzys shoes. Typical, he thought to himself. He kicked the shoe into a corner with a bit more force that needed.
But what was quite atypical, was that as soon as the shoe with the wall, it snapped in two. Well... huh. He was flabbergasted, were the kids clothes that old? He didn't think so, so he walked over to the shoe to examine it. His suspicions were confirmed. that shoe had been given to Gazzy a month ago by Max's mom.
He walked over to the bed, sat down, and stared at his foot. He hadn't even kicked it that hard! Slowly his mind came upon a theory... he got up quietly and walked over to one of the cheap fold-out couches. Very gingerly he raised his foot and lightly tapped the bed frame.
The entire bed frame quivered and groaned so loudly that a mouse shot out from under it. What a friggn' lucky mouse, because seconds later the bed gave on last shudder, then crashed to the ground.

(Max's point of view)

I was in the middle of folding fresh laundry when a huge crash erupted from the boy's room. I was up and sprinting for the adjoining door in less than a second. I wretched it open, and landed, tensed, with my fists ready at my sides. Fang was the only one in the room. Oh... well, way to overreact, I thought to myself, suddenly exhausted.

Fang was standing over a collapsed fold-out couch... with the weirdest expression on his face. He was staring at his foot, like, it had just committed a horrendous crime, on its own accord.

"Uh... everything okay in here?" I asked uncertainly.

He looked up at me, like he just realized I was in the room.

"Yeah... I think so." He replied, sounding just as uncertain as I was.

"What's wrong? " I asked, worried now, Fang was never one to be unsure.

Suddenly he grabbed my arm a towed me to the open window and gave me a hard push. Seconds later we were flying. I tweaked the feathers on the tips of my wings, so that I glided over to him.

"You wanna tell me where were going?" I asked, anger tinting my voice. He looked up at me, surprise written on his face. I glided away from him.

(Fang's point of view)

Why the hell is she mad at me? I wondered to myself. Don't I have enough on my plate already?! I just needed to show her what I can do. And I don't want to break anything else in the motel… plus I wanted us to be alone.

I looked guiltily over a Max. Her dark brown hair looked to be tinted with red as the sun glinted off it. It streamed out behind her and she raised her face to the warm sun. I could see her chest rise and fall as she took deep breaths of the honey scented air. I could see her lips move as she silently counted backward from a hundred. I could even see the little dent that formed on the side of her jaw. The one that only showed up when she was gritting her teeth. She was still as beautiful as the first time I had seen her. And yup, she was still just as pissed, and as usual, I had no idea why.