A/N: I got this idea while thinking about games to play. Don't flame if Fang is OOC. At least tell me how he is not in character.

Disclaimer: Not mines, no idea if it is original…The prologue part is from the actual book.

Fang's added input is in parentheses

Prologue

So, you guys hopefully will read Max's introduction because I won't write one. Hers went something like:

Congratulations. The fact you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving till your next birthday. Yes, you, standing there leafing through these pages. Do not put this book down. I'm dead serious –your life could depend on it.

This is my story, the story of my family, but it could just as easily be your story too. We're all in this together; trust me on that.

I've never done anything like this, so I'm just going to jump in, and you try to keep up. Okay. I'm Max. I'm fourteen. I live with my family, who are five kids not related to me by blood, but still totally my family.

(Someone's a little narcissist.)

We're- well, we're kind of amazing. Not to sound too full of myself, but we're like nothing you've ever seen before.

Basically, we're pretty cool, nice, smart-but not "average" in any way. The six of us-me, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel-were made on purpose, by the sickest, most horrible 'scientists'

(The understatement of the year award goes to…Max!)

you could possibly imagine. They created us as an experiment. An experiment where we ended up only 98 percent human.

(Ohhhh, so scary {sarcasm})

That other 2 percent has had a big impact, let me tell you.

(Sadly.)

We grew up in a science lab/prison called the School, in cages, like lab rats. It's pretty amazing we can think or speak at all. But we can-and so much more.

(Incomplete sentence.)

There was one other School experiment that made it past infancy. Part human, part wolf- all predator: They're called Erasers. They're tough, smart, and hard to control. (Pretty good description.)

They look human, but when they want to, they are capable of morphing into wolfmen

(Doesn't the word werewolf fit better?)

, complete with fur fangs, and claws. The School uses them as guards, police-and executioners.

To them, we're six moving targets-prey smart enough to be a fun challenge. Basically, they want to rip our throats out. And make sure the world never finds out about us.

But I'm not lying down just yet. I'm telling you, right?

This story could be about you-or you children. If not today, then soon. So please, please take this seriously. I'm risking everything that matters by telling you- but you need to know.

Keep reading-don't let anyone stop you.

-Max.

(Again with the incomplete sentences.)

And my family: Fang Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel. Welcome to our nightmare.

Okay, that was a little exaggerated. At least it gets your attention. If you are looking for a story that has me showing some emotion, go search somewhere else. I think some other book that Max wrote has the 'Fax' you are looking for. I know what it is, someone posted something about that before on my blog, but we will get to that later.

Fly On,

Fang

A/N: That was too short. I'll try to make it longer but my parents will still give me s*** loads of work for preparation for next year.