Well, this is out earlier than I expected. Oh well, more time to sleep, I guess :) Anyway. Thanks for reading. Yeah, this is my second serious story. My other ones are just parodies. But anyway, I hope you enjoy. I thought of the idea this morning and wanted to post it. I hope you enjoy.

More info: Max, Ig, and Fang: 16

Gazzy and Angel: 7

Nudge: 10

More will be revealed as time goes on.

Uhm...I guess I'll tell you all that i will continue with the story if I get 5 reviews or more. So, in that case, the next chapter will be up tomorrow along with My Angel of Darkness.

Enough of my rambling- now read!

Disclaimer: Me no owneth Maxie Ride.

13 Years Earlier

She watched helplessly as, one by one, her family members were killed.

The car tumbled along the road, flipping, flipping, ever flipping. The three-year-old girl did not know what to do. She did not understand what was happening. All she knew was that something white-hot and sharp was piercing into her tiny side. The world was upside down, too. Chunks and slivers of various materials flew and tossed around her, sometimes hitting her and making her shout.

Finally, it all stopped.

The girl thought she was okay. She yelled out for Mama. But she did not reply. The girl swiveled her head around as best as she could do so upside down. She spotted her mother at the passengers seat, twisted at an impossible angle and looking very, very, crumpled. She reached, stretched, and grunted, trying to touch her Mama. When she managed, the skin was very very cold. Like the ice Mama once put on her finger when Davey had stepped on it. The girl recoiled quickly.

"Mama?" she cried out. "Mama?" There was no answer.

"Da'?" She turned slightly. "Dad?" Still no answer.

"Davi'?" She turned completely around this time. "Davey?" He did not answer, either.

The girl did not understand. Why were they sleeping? Why were they not awake and walking around?

Suddenly, a bright light flashed into her eyes and she squinted, cringing at the light.

A sigh of relief. "One's still alive. She's a lucky one, too. I'd say only about a few years. Poor thing probably doesn't even know what happened."

Then she was being pulled out roughly from her car seat. She didn't like it one bit. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

"Shh. It's okay, sweetheart. We'll take care of you. You're okay."

Warm brown eyes stared into hers. They were comforting and inviting and so much like Mama's. The girl stopped crying.

"Mama?"

The brown-eyed girl looked grimly at the three-year-old. "Mama's gone."

"No." She pointed at the brown eyes. "Mama."

The brown-eyed girl's eyes started to fill with tears and she had to look away. The three-year-old sat in the arms of the man who pulled her out and waited for Mama to stop crying.

The girl did not understand. In the car were three members of her family. Outside the car were merely bystanders willing to help.

The girl did not understand that the brown-eyed girl was merely only an illusion of what used to be.

Present Day

MPOV

I laughed as my brother attempted to bake me cookies. He gave me a sour look in return.

"Max, this is not funny."

"Oh, but it is, brother dear, it is."

He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Brother dear?"

I shrug. "I did it on whim."

He rolled his eyes at me. "As you do everything."

Childishly, I stick my tongue out at him. "Fine. Fang, why are you attempting to make me cookies?"

"Because mom's going to be out of town for a few weeks, and I know you just couldn't go on without your cookies. And what kind of brother would I be if I let my sister die?"

"A normal one?"

My second brother, Iggy, came in and ruffled my hair. "Now when has Fang ever been normal, Maxie?"

"True, true."

Fang shot Iggy a glare, earning Fang a smirk in return. "Just doin' my job, bro."

"Which would be…?"

"Turning you into the Emo you were destined to be!"

"How does calling me weird make me Emo?"

"It's a motivational thing."

"Uh…."

"Well it makes perfect logical sense in my mind!"

"Ig, everything you say only makes sense in your mind."

As the two boys bickered along, I took some flour and rolled my hands around in it. Now, as they were busy in a glare contest, (Fang was totally winning) I snuck in between the two and put a hand on each of their face's, smearing it around for good measure.

Fang blinked, Iggy puffed out a cloud of flour. Then, simultainiously, they both grabbed handfuls of flour and flung them at me.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as the flour hit my face. Wiping it off my eyes, I spat out, "This means war."

We each grabbed a new package of flour from the pantry and ripped it open. The war began. I hid behind a counter as both boys ran off in separate directions. With a banshee yell, I flung the first bullet into the air. Several followed in my general direction, and I dodged them all, firing more of my flour at the same time. But more and more kept coming. It was getting too hard to dodge. I had to get Iggy to convert to my side.

Edging away from the counter slowly and on my knees, I made my way to where I saw Iggy go. He was kneeling behind the kitchen table, still throwing rapid fires at my original hiding place. I creep up behind him and clamp a hand over his mouth. I hold a spoon to his neck.

"Join my side, and this spoon won't bruise you."

He nodded mutely, and I let go of him.

"Where's Fang?" I whisper.

Iggy pointed silently in the direction across from him. I grabbed two handfuls of flour, Iggy following my example.

"One," I whisper. "Two…. Three!"

On cue, we both chuck the flour bullets at Fang. We rapidly grabbed more, chucked them at Fang, ducked, then started the cycle again. Finally, you hear Fang dramatically dropping to the floor, white powder puffing up before settling back down again.

"I surrender!"

Cackling, Iggy and I slap high-fives before going to help Fang up.

"Come on," I say. "Let's go get washed up."

Walking back to my room, wrapped in a towel, I pass a picture on the wall. It was a portrait of the whole family. Mom, Dad (or, as I call him, Jeb. He doesn't deserve to be called a dad), Angel and Gazzy (my adorable twin brother and sister), Nudge, (my half-sister. Dad had a marriage before mom), Iggy, Fang, and me. We were all in our signature clothes; Nudge and Angel wearing something pink and girly. Gazzy wearing something camoflauge. Iggy wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Fang dressed in all black. And me wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a pleated gothic skirt over them, and a long-sleeved red shirt with some old sneakers to finish it off. Mom and Dad were both wearing their work lab coats.

The picture captured us all and showed how unique every one of us was in our big cluster of a family. We were all dressed as ourselves and were basically just sprawled about. Nudge and Angel had their shoulders slung over each other's. Gazzy was jumping on Iggy's back, who was before sitting peacefully on the ground in his typical lazy manner. Fang stood up straight, his arms crossed, just barely slumping, and I leaned my weight against him. We both looked bored yet happy, only smiling with our eyes. Mom and Dad stood in the very back, just holding hands and looking down on us with amused expressions.

The picture was my favorite of all the framed beauties of us on the wall. And, if I was being honest with myself, I only liked it because it didn't show how different I was from the rest of my family.

Gazzy and Angel were twins, both with matching blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, handed directly down from Jeb. Iggy had a slight colored tint to his blonde hair, but shared the twin's eyes and some facial feautres. Fang got his dark almost-black hair and practically-black eyes from mom. Though, her eyes were slightly lighter and warmer than Fang's. Nudge had Jeb's features, but her rich caramel color and silky, curly brown curls came from her mother, Jeb's previous wife. I, however, looked like no one. Not one of my family members looked like me. Not even my parents. I had slightly tanner skin than all of them except Nudge. My hair varied on the seasons; Blond in the summer, brown in the winter, and a mix of both through spring and fall. My eyes were brown, but richer than Mom's, and lighter and less intense than Fang's. My sharp cheekbones and slightly turned up nose (it's barely noticeable, but still) resembled no one. And my lips were a different shape than everyone else's.

"What are you looking at?" I jumped and spun around, meeting face-to-face with Fang.

"Jeezums! You scared me!"

His lips twitched slightly.

"I was looking at that picture of all of us together." I nodded my head toward the framed photo.

Fang nodded. "That's my favorite one, too. It really shows how unique we all really are."

I smiled fondly. "Yeah…."

Fang poked my side after a moment of silence and I squeaked.

"You better go get dressed, Max. Don't want you dripping all over the floor I just cleaned."

I rolled my eyes at him, but I could feel my cheeks heat up. I clutched more tightly at the towel and scurried down the hall, my head down. I

yanked open the door to my room, rushed inside, and shut it tightly behind me.

Well that was awkward.

I'm admittedly not too proud with my work on this chapter. The beginning was nice, but I feel the rest was lacking detail and structure. *shrugs* Whatever. Anyway, Review please. It'd make me happy :)

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