Yups so I know that I have like 3 on going stories that I still have to kinda update cuz I haven't in a while but I'm just all like ehhhhh I'll just put this one up. Cuz like...I wanted to... sooo Happy Readin' and review

Oh yeah... I'm not a 40+ white male so there's no possibility I could be James Patterson... I'm not going to pretend... nor have I ever... yeahhhh this is getting awkward so ON WITH DA STORY!

Look, I know that all you people out there reading this will want to throw something at me when I say this but I'm still going to say it. "You gotta do what you gotta do,"

Okay ow, I can just feel your mental boulders crushing my bones but that's what I got these rock hard abs for.

Eh… no? Ah, sorry, maybe in his absence I'm trying to replicate Iggy and his pervy sense of humor.

Yeah, Yeah I know his absence Fang? You're the one who FREAKING LEFT! YOU LEFT THEM FANG! HOW COULD YOU? Okay I'm the one who's absent and even though it will probably cause me great personal injury because believe it or not, not even my washboard tummy can deflect that sort of pain… and neither can my heart.

Yes, Fang did go all emotional because he misses Max, and yes Fang also said washboard tummy.

Well I guess this is the part when most stories cut to see how Max is taking this but that's not really going to happen, because this is my story.

I feel the need to add something that's horribly cliché.

This is my pain, my torture, my journey. So hold on tight.

There, that hits the mark.

I settled down in a tree for the night. I had been flying for almost 2 straight days with no food, water, or sleep. Yeah, losing everything you care about can do that too you. I didn't know where I was going, or what I was doing, or where the hell I was. All I knew was that I was far, far away from Max, and that meant that whoever wanted to hurt her was far away as well.

"Leave Fang, don't ever go back, or I assure you there won't even be a shard of bone for you to bury,"

Anonymous, threatening texts, I got a lot of those, but this one, this one had really scared me. I tried tracing it, I found nothing. Usually I could find out whoever sent it and know it was just some kid who thought Max was hot or whatever. I even asked Nudge too try, but I didn't show her the text, obviously, and she failed as well, so I left. And I have no intention of going back.

Okay yeah hiring snipers now right? Well right I now I want to shoot myself, the only thing I have of Max is… okay no, perverted kid in the back I did not take a bra, it's a photo she didn't know I was taking. I always liked photos au natural. You know not posed, but in the moment. She looked beautiful, sun streaming through her hair; chocolaty brown eyes alight with laughter, her wings catching rays of sunlight. Her smile demanded the attention of the photo though, it was gorgeous, her lips pink and inviting, yes inviting, open in mid laugh.

Just looking made me want to fly at super speed all the way back. But I can't. I sigh and look around. After months of comfort, and life being perfect living like this will absolutely suck. I search though my bag and realize I forgot the most important thing of all. Food.

You idiot Fang, really? You forgot the food, way to freaking go. I sighed and sat up wearily and took off again. I needed to do what we always did, find an abandoned house, grab something and split. I flew around for about five minutes trying to decide which house I should raid. Just to my luck I ended up in a rich neighborhood, which could be good and bad. Good, because they'll definitely have lots of food, bad because I bet all these guys have butlers or like a NATO team watching them.

I spot a house that looks like the owners don't really spend too much money on security. Or well at least they're not home, or haven't been for a while. The grass was getting a little over grown and the flowers looked like they needed watering.

I swooped down and landed without a sound, as always and crept into the house. It wasn't hard, I mean just turn invisible for the security cameras and pick the lock, nothing too it. The inside was pretty well kept. The décor was pretty modern and apparently the inhabitants had really good taste, not that I'm an expert or anything, or read Nudge's magazines.

I headed to the kitchen and started picking up items that I thought would be useful. It was well stocked and almost like it was set up for someone on the run to grab some food and split. When I was finished I zipped up my pack and turned but behind me there was some one blocking my exit.

I flinched and stepped back. Yes me, the unmovable Fang flinched; she had snuck up on me and was now silently appraising me with one eyebrow raised.

"So do I have to ask why you're in my kitchen?" she asked taking a step forward. I back up against the wall, "How'd you do that?" I asked cautiously.

"Do what? Talk?" she said sarcastically. "No, how'd you sneak up on me?" I asked sincerely. No one sneaks up on me.

"Oh, so you're some sort of ninja aren't you, no one sneaks up on the stealthy, emo kid," she said the sarcasm now dripping from her voice, "No seriously, did you run away because your parents don't get your angst, or maybe you're in one of those gangs,"

"Neither and I'm not emo," I replied. My lips turned up just the slightest. "Oh whoops, my bad," she smiled a little bit too. "And, and I don't have parents," I usually didn't play this card but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

"Oh, so you expect me to feel all sorry for you and to make you dinner and fall for you and we can have sex on the roof and then you leave and be all heart broken because some emo kids left me,"

"That was totally uncalled for, what are you like 13?" I said smirking, "14 and a half," she replied snarkily, "What are you then, an all mighty 16 year old?"

"No… 15 actually,"

"Well great to meet you 15 year old emo run away with no parents so I'm not really sure what he's running from," she said a fake smile plastered to her face.

"You too sarcastic 14 year old who… okay sorry that's all I got," I shrugged and she laughed, hard. "Ah, you know I sort of do like you,"

"Do you like me enough to make me dinner and then go have sex with me on the roof?" She just laughed, which didn't creep me out. Her laugh was nice, and loud, like church bells.

"Rue what are you laughing at?" A voice sounded through the house. A look of utter alarm crossed her face. "Oh shit, you have to hide," she said quickly looking around but it was too late. A women who looked in her mid 30's walked into the room.

"Ruetta Fly why do you have a boy in here?" she asked raising an eyebrow and glaring at the girl, whose name was apparently Rue.

"Um… well it's not what you think, you see I was just upstairs minding my own business an-" her mother cut her off with a wave of her hand. She stepped closer to me and peered into my face. Then she looked up at a picture that was sitting on the counter and then back at me. The picture looked sort of old, it was a little grainy but you could still clearly see who was in it. It was of the women and a man. And he looked exactly like me.

"Oh my god,".

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