Okay, I had this Idea and thought it was kind of cool. So, I wanted to try it, and I sort of see it working. Here's the Full summery.

I'd been alone, lost... okay fine not really alone, and I knew where I was. But that's not the point. The point is this: It was a mistake, nothing but a huge mark in my past. But it's that one mark that ruined my life. My name is Fang. This is my story. The story of my life, my past, my future. Those two kids, they were keeping me right, proper. If I lost them, I don't know what would happen. But it was her. Her that made me realize. But I'd screwed up. My past will always follow me, I know that much. There's no way of getting rid of it. Nothing I can do. But... Then again... nothing I Can't.

Almost Sort Of Based on the songs Not Afraid, No Love, Like Toy Soldiers, 25 To Life and Space Bound by Eminem. I don't own the songs or any characters from Max Ride.

PS: I'm not sure if Fang's car actually does have four seats. But It's a beautiful car. So Let's just pretend it does okay.

Fang POV

The memories came rushing back to me, like they always did. It kept getting farther, going farther into my past. The past I'd been desperately trying to forget, For their sake. They didn't deserve to be a part of my past, didn't need to. Not in the things I've done.

But the memories still came. Some were more vivid then others, but they came, waking me up in the middle of the night to a cold sweat. I would look around frantically, then, not seeing anyone, lay back down, taking hours for me to go back to sleep.

I got up one night, not trusting what would happen if I went to sleep. I looked over at Them. They were on the bed they shared, sleeping peacefully. I smiled, despite myself. I sat, watching them for minuets, maybe hours, wondering, After everything, what did I do to deserve them?

I hesitantly fell back to sleep. Sure enough, the memories rushed behind my eyelids. Sirens, screaming, the smell of something burning, the faint crackling of fire.

I ran into the burning building, ignoring the shouts from the firefighters behind me. I had to get up there. I stepped into what was left of the two story house. Smoke filled my lungs, making me cough. Which made me breath in more smoke, which made me cough more, making it a repetitive process.

But still I went, up the stairs, through the flames and pitch black smoke. I heard crying, and gasped, making me cough harder. I pushed through the smoke, the crying getting louder.

"Jay!" I yelled, coughing some more. "Jay where are you!" I heard the crying settle at a volume, instantly knowing she was in her parents room. I grabbed the knob, my hand burning at the heat. I stepped back, ramming the door with my shoulder. It fell, smoke clearing out of the door way. Jay was huddled off to the side, I crossed the room, lifting her up. I held her close to me protectively. She was holding her sister, two year old Maya. I inhaled more smoke, coughing as I tried to get back outside. The roof cracked, and I ran even faster. I just barely made it out as the roof caved in, the whole house falling to the ground.

The two girls in my arms continued crying, and I whispered to Jay, who was old enough to understand me, at nine. "Shh... It's okay, you guys are safe now." That just made her cry harder. She was only nine, but no matter how young that is... she knew the truth. Her parents were gone. They had no one. They would have to be sent somewhere, to foster care, where they might be split up. "Shh... Everything's going to be okay."

One of the paramedics rushed over, taking Maya and hooking her up to a mask. She came back to do the same to Jay, but she wouldn't let go of me. I just held her, then, after a few minutes, said quietly, "Go with the nice lady, she's going to help you. I'll be there in a minute." Slowly, she nodded, releasing my shirt. The same paramedic came back to me with a smoke mask, and I took it, breathing into it, feeling clean air go into my lungs. One of the police came up to me.

"That was very brave, I don't know if I could've done that. Risked my life for some kids." That's just it, these weren't just some kids. These were the two people I cared about with my life. I couldn't lose them. Not like I've lost...

No. No Fang, don't think about it.

I looked back up at the cop. It's been this business I've been running from for the past two years. Before... before IT happened. Finally, looking over at Jay, I said, "You never know. Maybe you would've."

That was arguably one of the best memories. I looked over at Jay and Maya, who were eating cereal at the table. We never talked about it, that day, two years ago. The day they lost everything. Maya smiled at me, her brown eyes sparkling. "Daddy!" She cried, jumping up and hugging me. I smiled, kissing her forehead. She was only four, and didn't remember the fire. I wasn't their dad, but she was four, I didn't have the heart to tell her. Jay smiled at me, and I gave her a one armed hug. She kind of remembered, but still thought of me as her dad.

"Get ready." I said, and she nodded, going to get her backpack. Maya reached for me, and I picked her up. "What are you going to do with Nana today?" I asked. She smiled, helping me put hers and her sisters dishes in the dishwasher.

"Nana said movie." She said, handing me a bowl. I smiled.

"Wow. Cool." Jay came back, her backpack slung over one shoulder, mine over the other. What! I was eighteen, graduating this year, but I still had to go to school. During the morning, we were all at school. After lunch, Iggy's mom had volunteered to watch Maya until my school got out. Now, you ask, why don't the two just live with my parents? Well, the girls trust me with their lives. No one else. And plus, my parents don't actually know I'm have them.

I'll explain later. So I look after the girls, but Maya goes to Iggy's whenever I'm at school. I was covered, finance wise, by my aunt. She'd offered to take the girls, but they'd trusted me most, so she said she would pay bills for me until I started working. She was loaded, being a lawyer, married to a doctor, so it didn't make me feel as bad for the money.

I took my bag from Jay, putting it on, helping Maya with her shoes, then ushered them out of the door. We got into my black 2007 Jaguar XKR convertible. Jay absolutely loves this car. She got into the seat behind me, buckling in. I turned to face them. "Ya ready to go." The both nodded. I smirked, turning the key. The engine purred, and I pulled out of the driveway, feeling the familiar smooth drive, as I drove to their school.

"Bye Daddy." Maya smiled at me, waving. I waved back. Jay took her hand, leading her to the kindergarten area. I watched as she went in, before driving off.

Their school was only a few minutes from mine. I was early, there was maybe eight-ish minutes till first bell. I saw Iggy, Lissa and Nudge talking in our usual spot. Iggy and Nudge were dating, and Lissa liked me. But I didn't — couldn't — like her back. None of them, except for Iggy, were really my 'friends'. Me and Nudge were cool, sure, but not friends, acquaintances.

I don't make friends. I can't. Not after the last time I did. Not after the mistake.

Maybe I should explain...

It was four years ago. I was 14. I was at the bus stop, waiting, minding my own business, when this girl approached me. She smiled, and I'd slightly smiled back. I turned to go back waiting, but then she started... doing things. At first it was little things, she'd touch my arm, or breath on the back of my neck. But then, she looked at me, and jumped me. She'd started kissing me, and strangely, I couldn't stop. After what felt like forever, she pulled back. But I wanted more, needed more. She took me to her house, and the a little voice in the back of my head told me this was a bad idea.

Little did I know how right it was at the time. And maybe if I'd listened to it... maybe none of... no..

So... continuing..

There were four more guys in the room. Big guys, like hulk worthy. They had a frightening aura coming from them, and I knew that I shouldn't be there. I tried to back out of it, but they wouldn't let me. I couldn't call the cops, they probably would've killed me and ran. So I stayed. I admit; it was the worst decision I have ever made. Turns out, they were part of a gang. I'm not going to tell you the name, due to the fact that I do not want to have to relive everything related to the name, and for the fact that the name would have you sleeping with a nightlight for another twelve years.

Yeah. It's that bad.

So, they forced me to join the gang, and I did. It wasn't that bad, we'd hang around, smoke mostly, and scare little kids. Harmless crap.

But then everything changed.

There was an... incident. A different group came onto our territory, against rules, and as a response, we fought. It was brutal. Knives were drawn, blood was shed. I'd killed someone that day. I remember his face clearly, his eyes rolling back after I'd stabbed him, forcefully, in the gut, color draining from his face, his blood flowing out onto my hand. I remember how I felt, the rush it gave me. It made me unstoppable. It made me the best. The best of the best. We'd got into more trouble, vandalizing buildings, robberies, assaults. But I loved it, and it overpowered that little voice that was telling me I needed to stop.

But then she came.

There was a girl. She was brought into the gang, the same way I was, and we'd broken the number one rule: don't ever make a friendship. We'd did exactly that. We were really close, we stay up for hours at a time, talking and laughing and messing around, until early in the morning.

I'd loved her.

I figured it out after a few months. She loved me too, and we got together. Joey; our leader, had told us it was a bad idea, and that we shouldn't have dated unless we were ready to get hurt.

We didn't listen.

I admit, that wasn't very smart for us to do, but we did anyways. It had been a year and a half since I joined the gang. A year exactly since me and Paige had started dating. We were still going strong, even after a year, until that day... That day that changed everything.

There was a fight, and we'd gone, to help Joey, and the rest of the guys. Almost an hour in, we were winning. It was a fair fight; fist only; until one guy whipped out a knife. He was fighting Paige, and she instantly stopped, knowing she couldn't fight him now. I pushed the guy I was fighting off of me, and ran to them. He cornered her. I ran as fast as I could, but it wasn't fast enough. I got to them in time to see him stab her in the stomach, then pull back and stab her again, before running off. I got to her, catching her as she fell. I pulled off my shirt, pressing it to her stomach. Her head was on my shoulder, her eyes slowly drifting closed.

"No, come on Paige. You have to stay awake. Come on." I pleaded, trying to stop the blood.

"F-Fang." She said quietly. "I love you. But move on from this. Okay?" I looked at her.

"I'm not forgetting Paige. I love you." I leaned down to kiss her once, pulled back, and barley heard her whisper:

"Bye Fang." before going limp in my arms. I was covered in blood, her blood.

But I never forgot.

Well, there it is. Yeah, it's kind of just getting to know Fang. And why he does what he does. I think that went well, I might change up a little first, then repost this. But I like it as is right now. So, I think I'm going to continue with this story, because it reminds me of how things don't always go as planned, but we just have to roll with it.

So, Can you please review, telling me if you agree or disagree with me, and if you think I should continue with the story.

Oh. And has anyone noticed the tattoo Eminem has of his daughter. It's so… fatherly.