BTW: Alright, this is Max's POV, and the story takes places somewhere around where Fang begins. I got caught up in the story and I ended up writing 2 -fairly short- chapters, both of which are included here. This story is just my take on Angel, and though she is one of my favorite characters in ANY book I have read, she scares me on so many level. One more thing before I shut up and let you read...please review! I don't care how badly you trash this but its good to know someone has taken time to give me their input.

Disclaimer: Whatever you recognize isn't mine.

Chapter 1

What's wrong with him?

I stared at him from across the dining room table, looking for some sort of sign he had not completely lost it. With no success.

He continued to stare at his now cold piece of toast with the same blank stare he had worn all morning.

Now let's get this straight. Fang isn't exactly Mr. Social. In fact, our dog Total has said more words than Fang ever will in his lifetime. Well maybe not the best example since I can't even get the stupid dog to shut up... but hopefully you get the point. Fang is a quiet guy, the kind of person who lays back in the shadows and observes everything there is to observe.

But today was different. Everything about Fang seemed...dead. Not even The Gasman's perfect-yet extremely annoying- imitation of Edward Cullen could faze Fang from his hollow, emotionless trance.

"But Bella! I love you! Please don't leave me!" The Gasman mimicked in an unnaturally realistic-if not horrifyingly scary- Edward voice.

Iggy, Nudge, and even Total laughed hysterically at this. But coming from a dog it sounded more like he was choking.

What's wrong with people? Did they seriously not notice how strangely Fang was acting? Or maybe it was just me overreacting...I do perhaps have a tendency to pay attention to Fang a little more than average. Nevertheless, I needed Fang out of my mind.

Alright so where are we? What are we doing? Let me fill in the blanks for you. Me and the flock have spent nearly the last year of our lives flying thousands of miles around the world so that we could stop evil, idiotic, mentally disturbed adults with nothing better to do in their spare time other than to take over the world. Well technically a lot of the "adults" turned out to be mutant or part machine, but that is besides the point.

However it seems like life has finally given us a break- no psycho-maniacs following us, no people bent on destroying the human race, no anything. We have no idea how long this is going to last but while we wait, we thought we would kick back and relax in New York City. And by "we" I mean Angel. And the thing about Angel is, you just can't say no to her. Whether you want to or not. So here we are, in an oversized penthouse at the top of a thirty story highrise in the middle of New York city. All because of Angel.

Then something hit my mind like a truck. Where the heck was Angel? I had been so wrapped up in Fang's problems this morning I hadn't even noticed the absence of my beloved little girl.

I quickly decided to do a quick scan of the house before I alerted the rest of the flock. Kitchen. Nothing. Bedrooms. Nada. Bathrooms. No Angel. She never went far. Or at least not without Total by her side, and Total was still over with the rest of the flock so she had to be near.

I burst into the dining room, my wings already unfolded and ready to take off with my flock. But the moment I took my first step into the room, an icy atmosphere seized my body and mind. The hysterical laughing that had been there when I left the room had been replaced by a deathly, eerie silence, and the joyful, light hearted faces were now stony and terrified. I followed the gazes of each of those faces. Then my eyes saw what they saw.

There was Angel. And there was Fang, holding a knife up to Angel's neck.

Chapter 2

I've spent years, perhaps my entire life, being trained to expect the unexpected. Jeb had always told me "Max you could be the most skilled fighter in the world, but letting your guard down for even a split second could mean the end for you and the flock." Jeb kept me under constant exercises of surprise and even emotional pain, making sure not even the most heartbreaking surprises affected my fighting skills.

Well gee thanks Jeb! What a great tip! But I have news for you. When you walk into a room where your brother is about to murder your "lost" sister, you're bound to be in shock, no matter how much training you give me

But somehow, from somewhere deep in my body, I found the strength to fight away the shear terror that had devoured its way into my heart and mind.

"Get-Off-My-Sister!" I said steadily in a voice that was a perfect mix between anger and fear.

With that, I was off the ground and with my unnaturally high speed, I shot right into Fang. It was a risky move, I knew. If the knife slipped, it would meet its victim without Fang having to do a thing. However, waiting for Fang to kill Angel wasn't exactly an option now was it?

I got lucky, something that rarely happens. The knife fell away from my darling Angel and skirted across the floor. Fang on the other hand, was sent barreling through the window, glass shards flying in every direction.

At that moment everything seemed to collapse into my peripheral vision, becoming a blur somewhere in the back of my mind. Everything except Fang that is. He was clearer than ever before, every last bit of my focus trained on him. At this point all that mattered was that my flock was safe and that Fang regretted ever getting a knife in the first place. All the feelings I had- anger, confusion, misery, betrayal, and so much more- worked together to create the most furious adrenalin rush of the century.

I shot off the ground at what could of been a record breaking speed of 400 miles per hour, crashed through the broken window, and then made a sharp 90 degree turn downwards to Fang, all before he had even unfolded his wings. But he didn't even need to. I grabbed him by his shirt and soared upward- well beyond the tops of the highrises.

I brought Fang less than an inch away from my face. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pelt you into the road and let you get run over by a car." I snarled.

"Max you don't get it, it wasn't me! You have to understand it was-" I didn't need to hear anymore. Fang denied it. We had all seen him try to murder Angel in clear daylight. And he denied it.

"Wrong answer." With that, I bulleted downward, pulling Fang's limp body right behind me, having every intent of driving Fang into the busy street below.

"Max, please don't!"

If that had been anyone else's voice, I would have ignored them and continued my decent. But it wasn't "anyone else's voice." It was Angel's voice. And as I said before, you can't say no to Angel. Whether you want to or not. At the very sound of her words, my body completely halted against its will. I went from 400 miles per hour to zero in a split second and every bone in my body felt as if it had snapped. I looked down to see Angel fluttering her way up to where me and Fang now hovered.

"Angel, he tried to kill you! He's not getting away with that!" I raged.

"Maybe there's something wrong with him? Fang would never hurt me or any of the flock!" Angel was level with me and Fang, floating right along us.

Was there really a possibility that Fang had been possessed or something? The realism of it seemed extremely low but it would explain how weirdly he had been acting this morning. I looked into Fang's eyes. They were full of innocence. Just like Jeb's before he locked us back up in the School. I reached my decision. Whether he was possessed or not, he was still a threat. No better than any other of the morons who have tried to kill us before.

"Get out of here Fang." I muttered.

"Max don't do this to yourself." Fang rasped.

"What do you mean? The only one who's doing anything to them self is you!"

"You need to come with me! We need to get away from her." His eyes narrowed in on Angel as if her very presence was poisonous. "I can't leave you here to be killed.

"Fang, I mean this with no offense intended. Leave now or I'll flatten you into the road."

First he retreated as if hurt, and then his face grew angry."Fine. If you wanna stay here and get yourselves killed it's not on me." With those last words he pulled away from me and silently flew off. I watched him for several more minutes until he was a speck against the morning sun.

***

Don't do this to yourself. You need to come with me! Fang's words still echoed in my mind. What if something really had been wrong? No Max, don't fall into his trap. As much as I told myself this, I couldn't help but think about him. And his last words before he left. They had been full of pure hatred and venom. He was a traitor. A wretched, back stabbing traitor. So why did I even care about him anymore?

It was the night of the fight with Fang. The day had gone by awkwardly, no one saying much. Or at least around me they hadn't. Mom had to explain to the penthouse landlord how Iggy, being a "blind innocent soul", had stumbled and dropped his "heavy stack of books" into the window. Thus shattering it into hundreds of pieces. But now the day was done and the flock was long asleep.

"Hello Max." I jumped in fright at the sudden noise. Ok, I take what I said back. I wasn't the only one in my flock who was still awake. I looked up to see Angel standing in the doorway.

"Oh hey sweetie. Couldn't sleep?" I asked

"No."

"Then what's the-"

"You should have listened to Fang. At least then you would have had a few more days to live. But don't you worry. The rest of your pathetic flock is already dead. They'll be waiting for you."

Fear flooded my body. "Angel please stop joking, this isn't funny." I shuttered.

It was then she pulled out a knife. The same knife Fang had brought to Angel's throat that very morning. "This is no joke Maximum Ride. You're going to die. And I'm going to be the one to kill you."