A/N. I'm back with a new story and a new format for things like my author's notes. If you've read my Hart of Dixie fanfics, you'll recognize it. Anyway, more importantly, here's my new multi-chap story. I've never seen one like this before in any book fandoms and I think it's the first of its kind in the MR archive *claps happily*. I really hope you guys like it as much as my other stories! I'll probably be alternating Max's and Fang's point of view.

-Guardian Angel-

Chapter 1: Masks

FANG

The great thing about masks is how well they hide your face.

Like now for instance.

I'm knocking out two thugs who are almost two times my size in less than five seconds and they have no idea they're getting their asses handed to them by a fifteen year old.

The first thug attempts to punch me. The key word there being attempts. Just as he swings his arm forward, I catch it and yank him forward, my foot slightly extended so he trips over it as well. His jaw hit the hard concrete so hard that I'm pretty sure he'll lose a few teeth.

The second thug is slightly more prepared and wields a crowbar. He charges toward me, belly fat jiggling slightly as he does so. I dodge him easily, not wanting to waste more energy than I have to. He swings again and I duck. As I do so I land a solid punch to his gut. The wind goes out of him and I use that moment to land another hard punch to his jaw, knocking him out instantly.

The other two guys suddenly don't seem so confident to take me on; they're backing away slowly and dropping the baseball bats in their hands. Any second now, they'll make a run for it and they'll have no clue who I am. Not a single idea as to who the masked vigilante is.

See? Masks are great.

Two down and two on the run. Now where was ugly number—

"Oof," I hear someone say behind me and I turn around just in time to see the last guy passed out on the ground. A girl's standing over him with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her blonde hair is tangled, her clothes are a little dishevelled, and her lip is bleeding from where a guy took a cheap shot, but otherwise she looks good, just as beautiful as usual. I feel my heart beat quicken slightly like it usually does when I'm around her and I have to clear my throat slightly before I speak.

"You okay?" I ask.

She grimaces and touches her left side, hissing from pain, "Little banged up, but I'll live." She wipes some blood from her lip and looks me up and down. "Thanks, for the save. Those guys were lucky they outnumbered me five to one; otherwise I would've done a lot more damage to them than you did."

I hide a smile, "Don't doubt you for a second," I say, looking at the guy I'm pretty sure she just gave a concussion to.

"So," she says, "you're the famous Fang, masked vigilante, our very own local superhero."

Superhero, I think, great, now I sound like I'm from a comic book. Shrugging, I say, "I guess so, minus the Spandex and the cape, of course."

That earns a laugh from her, it's a nice laugh. "Of course," she repeats. She pauses, "I've never seen your wings up close before."

I shrug again, not really sure what to say to that. She's studying me so closely that I start to feel self-conscious.

"It's so black that I almost didn't see them, they just seem to blend in to the background, like you I guess," she muses. Her brown eyes meet mine and she smiles slightly, "They're nice."

Normally, I'd be on my way by now, patrolling the streets or something, but I decide to make a small exception. Besides, as my regular self? She would never talk to me.

"I made a promise to myself that I'd ask you this if I ever met you, so did you read too many comics growing up or do you just have a hero complex?" she jokes.

I laugh, "Something like that." Actually, I need to stop the bastards who turned me into the freak from turning more innocent kids into mutants, too, but I can't tell her that.

One of the guys starts to wake up and attempts to sit up. I use my foot to bring him back down and he doesn't try to get up again.

"Not much of a costume though, a mask, black cargo pants, and long sleeved black t-shirt? It's not exactly very creative," she tells me.

"I was aiming more for discreet than creative, I can't exactly run around wearing neon pink, can I?" I joke.

"Yeah," she agrees, "Neon pink would definitely not suit you." She starts running her hands through her hair in an attempt to get rid of all the tangles. "Thanks again for saving me," she says.

"No problem," I reply.

She turns around to pick up the back pack that she dropped when she was attacked and I use this as my opportunity to leave, even if I don't want to yet.

"It's strange, you seem familiar. My name's—" she doesn't finish her sentence once she realizes I've disappeared, flew into the night.

I hide a smile as I soar through the sky, "I know exactly who you are, Max."

A/N. So first chapter is done! Yay! Anyway, for those of you who read the last line and thought Fang was some creepy stalker dude, I just want to clear that up and say that it just means as a regular civilian, he knows Max.

What did you think? Review please! If I only get a few I'll take it as a sign not to continue.

Question of the Day: If you had to have mutant DNA, what would it be? (I'd go for Avian, too)

-Indy