Chapter Two

This is a FF based off of the song "Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park (though I'm sure you've all heard it, to all of my fellow twilighters). Their names are the same as in the first chapter. Just a different universe. This one won't be quite as long, I don't think. AND none of the characters really have the same relationships as they have in the books. Some people are gonna hate me for that, but others might love it. So sorry if I disappoint. (I'm unaccepted by society anyways. XD)

Leave Out All The Rest

Hunt POV

I gasped, waking up with a hearty shock. My heart was beating quickly, pounding through my chest. I was trembling. I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing. I was sitting almost straight up in bed, and my blanket was tangled around my legs. Max, my girlfriend, was staring at me with wide eyes. I felt my face heat up.

"You okay?" She asked quietly. I must've fallen asleep while waiting for her to get here. I swallowed and nodded. She put one leg over the window sill and pulled herself through the window. I got up and closed it behind her, wiping my hand across my forehead. "What was that about?" She asked me as she took her shoes off. I glanced at my clock- ten thirty pm. She was earlier than usual.

"Nothing. I just had a nightmare." She winced.

"Another one?" I frowned, turning away from her.

"Yeah, another one. But not a different one. The same one." I sighed, putting a shirt on. She blinked slowly, once, like a well fed, very gorgeous cat, and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Why don't you ever tell me what it's about?" She asked quietly. I shook my head.

"I don't want to worry you, that's all. It's nothing very…bad." She now raised her eyebrow at me.

"If it's a recurring nightmare, then it has to be telling you something." My stomach muscles tightened.

"Really?" I asked quietly, sitting in the chair by my desk. Not for the first time, I carefully catalogued the bruises on Max's arms. The one on her cheek that she'd tried to hide with her long blonde hair. We were from different worlds. Her parents were…deadbeats, let's just say that. Mine were loaded. I tried not to let too many people from school know that. Let's see, only Max and my best friend, Teil and his little brother Tye know that.

"Sure. What is your dream about? Or who? You could just tell me about it, ya know." She said, a forced upbeat note in her tone.

"What if it's about…someone…dying?" I asked, swallowing again.

"Depends on…how…that person…dies." She breathed, then a tremor went through her body. I could see that there were tears in her eyes. I was up in a flash, and holding her.

"What's the matter?" I demanded, squeezing her shoulders.

"I thought you were mad at me again." Again. I shivered.

"No, I'm not mad at you. What would I be mad at you for?" I asked, trying to sound reassuring.

"Because…I…" she stopped, taking a deep breath and showing me her arm. I shivered and let my back stiffen, seeing as it was the only way I was allowed to deal with this kind of twisted anger. The kind of anger where you want to kill someone. But was that acceptable if the person you want to hurt has done enough hurting of other people to earn a permanent place in hell?

"It's not your fault. He's bigger than you. I shouldn't have gotten angry about that." I sighed. "I was wrong." She snuggled closer to me, trying to relax my stiffened back.

"But you were also right! I should try to do something…I just don't…know…how. I freeze up whenever he gets too close!" She breathed, tears running down my neck from her. She had her face buried in my neck. I sat down on the bed, bringing her with me.

"Calm down…it's okay. No one is blaming you, Max. It's his fault, not yours." And my fault that I wouldn't go over there and set him straight, but hey. She nodded, taking a deep breath.

"You're right. Of course. Tell me about your dream." I stiffened.

"No." She felt the anxiety, I guess, because she shrugged.

"Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to talk about it." She settled closer to me, and I stood up, letting her go. She sighed, waiting. I pulled the blankets back and gestured to her. Usually she hesitates or shivers before laying down, but this time she just crawled all the way to the wall, and waited for me to lay down with her. She was already half asleep. We never did anything but sleep or talk or just lay and stare at the ceiling; it was comforting to have each other around. She had her arms around my waist suddenly and her head on my chest. I flinched, then lay my arms over her. I felt myself start trembling. I didn't want to go back to sleep, to let myself have that dream again. Because that's what it would be.

"Don't you trust me, Hunt?" she whispered when she noticed my shaking. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose. She didn't understand…of course not.

"Yes, I trust you, Max, it's just…" I felt her stiffen, and I knew she was hurt. So I sucked it up and started to tell her. "I…well I dreamed that I was d- missing." I stopped myself from saying dead. "And…you were so terrified, Max. So scared. No one would listen. No one cared that I was gone." Because no one would care if I was gone. I meant nothing to a lot of people. She sat up quickly.

"Yes, they would. A lot of people would care that you were gone. You mean so much to so many people." She said fiercely.

"Don't you see? I don't mean anything to anyone.""Yes you do!" She hissed quietly. I glanced at the door and leaned closer to her.

"No, I don't. The world doesn't stop spinning when someone stops walking on it. No one will care when I'm gone." I don't even know why we were arguing about this.

"Yes, they will!" She had tears in her eyes, but that didn't stop me from grabbing her shoulders, wanting to shake her a little. I didn't, but I wanted to. Her brown eyes widened, and she stared at me in pure horror.

"Let her go, Hunt. You're hurting her." My little sister Angel said from the door. I looked over swiftly and let Max's shoulders go. To my surprise, she slumped against me, shaking and crying. I rubbed her back, eyes on my sister.

"Angel, how did you know she was here?" I asked frantically. Had she told our parents?

"I know every time she comes. I didn't tell, I promise." She said, pushing her blonde curls behind her ears. "Just…don't hurt her." I stared at her for a moment.

"I won't." I sighed. It hurt my feelings that they both thought I'd hurt her- but I might have. I was so…confused and irritated that I might have done anything. Yet Max still looked up at me with trust and love in her eyes. Time to tell her what I woke up thinking every time from the dream.

"What's the rest of the dream?"

"I usually wake up then. I…Max, when I die, I want you to promise me something." She stared at me in horror for a moment.

"How…why…how come you think you'll die first?" She gasped.

"Because statistics show that the guy always dies first." She glared at me.

"Of course, leave it to Hunt to resort to statistics. Well I don't want to be a number." Max snapped, turning her head away. I smiled a little.

"Promise."

"Promise what?"

"Promise that when I die…you'll forget all of the bad things about me. That you'll only remember the good. That you'll try to make everyone remember the good things. Remember what I got to do when I was alive, not what I never got to see. Just forget that I ever broke into that store, that I ever crashed that car…please." Everyone had regrets. They never thought about them until they were going to die. I wanted to make sure to get all of this out.

"Hunt, you're not going to die." She sighed, shaking her head at me.

"But I will someday. And I want you to remember right now what you're about to promise. I don't want to leave you when I'm done here with bad memories. Just forget all of the wrong I've done. Help me- help me leave some reasons to be missed, instead of…reasons to be resented. Just leave out all the rest. Don't resent me, please. And when you feel alone, just think of me. Please." She held my face for a moment.

"You're crazy, but I promise."

"…you think I'm…so strong…" I breathed, wanting nothing more than to lean my forehead against hers. But to my surprise, she did this before me. "But that's…only the surface."

"Well you're always strong for me. I'm going to be strong for you. You'll be okay."

"Just promise to forget everything I've done wrong…" I whispered, not opening my eyes. "Don't resent me…just…forget all the hurt that you feel- that you've learned to hide so well…just do those things for me."

"You're not demanding at all." She laughed, then kissed me a little. "I promise. And I can guarantee that you won't die."

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I had the same dream that night, once again. Max barely got any sleep, because I kept yelling apparently. She snuck out then came back over when everyone was getting up. My mother said good morning to her, Angel hugged her, and Dad nodded towards her. She had bags under her eyes. I smiled brightly and held her hand while I got us both breakfast. The doorbell rang and we opened it to reveal Teil and his brother, Tye.

"Are yous coming with us?" Teil asked, grinning from ear to ear. Tye rolled his eyes at his big brother.

"Coming where?" Max asked in confusion.

"To the movies, of course." Now we were really confused. Teil and Tye hated the movies. Tye rolled his eyes once again and thrust a flyer in our hands. Angel was watching contently.

Firework show, tonight at the local theatre.

Food, games, fireworks, and free movies.

Fund raiser for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

Please Join us!

And after all of that expansive stuff, there was small writing telling us the date and the time and a number to call if we got lost. I looked at Max, as I was reading over her shoulder.

"Should we?" I asked quietly in her ear. Tye made an "Ew" face. She shrugged and nodded.

"It sounds fun." She whispered back, eyes on my face.

"Okay, guys, we'll come. First let's eat breakfast." I smirked and sat down at the table.

"Can I come, Hunt?" Angel asked sweetly. I couldn't help smiling and nodding.

After breakfast we all five picked up Tye's friend, Andrea. She was happy to come along- or get out of the house. Either one. There was little to no traffic out, and I couldn't help speeding a little- everyone was probably already at the theatre. Max was leaning against the window, looking half asleep. I touched her cheek a little.

"We can drop them off and go home if you want." I whispered, so no one else could hear. She shook her head and smiled weakly. There was a red light, and I just barely stopped- Max hit her head on the window. "Are you alright?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"Hunt, I'm fine. Calm down." She shook her head at me. My dream kept flashing before my eyes, now, that we were on the road.

"It's a green light- in most states, that means GO!" Teil yelled from the back. I rolled my eyes and started to go. The thing is, I wasn't even speeding right here. I was going the speed limit. And I had barely started driving. Things happened so fast- I hadn't even felt the car hit us. We were in a huge SUV but his guy-- he was driving what felt like a semi truck. All I heard were screams, the strange crunching of metal, and a loud crack, followed by shrieking cries. I thought maybe I had died. Then again, maybe I hadn't, but I definitely was not alive.

XXX 2 Weeks Later

"Hunt?" Someone's voice gasped. I'd squeezed my left hand in order to get an itch. I was freezing. My whole body hurt. But I could open my eyes. I did. Max was sitting next to me, stitches in her forehead, arm in a cast, scratches on her face.

"Who did that to you?" I demanded, starting to sit up. She pushed me down, tears on her face.

"Um, another car." She whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you last remember?" she whispered, touching my face.

"We were…talking, in my room, right? …No, wait…we were talking to Teil and Tye…on our way to some sort of fair?" I couldn't remember what…we were in a car. Then nothing. I was asking Max if she wanted to go home. She said no…and nothing. She nodded, smiling softly.

"A huge truck hit us- hard. You cracked your head against something, and there was blood everywhere. You almost died." She was shaking, but she leaned towards my ear. "But you didn't- just like I said." I groaned. My stomach was killing me. She winced. "You have stitches in your stomach, too."

"Oh…why?"

"You had some internal bleeding. Oh, Hunt, it was horrible. It was almost like you were awake and for some reason you stood up, though you were almost falling apart literally and you were spitting out blood. It was just seeping out of your mouth." She leaned her forehead on mine, and I couldn't help turning so I could kiss her. That made her smile a little.

"What happened to you?"

"I had a… um, small concussion, and I had to get some stitches, and my knee cap was shattered. And obviously, you see my arm got caught and snapped."

"Small concussion? Max." Tye said from the door, shaking his head. "She had blood everywhere and had a very major concussion." He sat next to me and put his head in his hands.

"How's Teil?" She asked, hand on his knee. It was clear to see he was trembling.

"Just the same. He's so upset. They think it's permanent, Max." I froze.

"They think what is permanent?" I breathed. Tye had a black eye, some stitches in his cheek, and lip, and his hand was in a strange wrap. I looked at it questioningly. "The car caught on fire, and I had to help Angel out." Oh God.

"How is Angel?" I choked, thinking 'My baby sister…'

"She's okay- her arm is broken, but other than that all the burns are gone." Max informed. They were avoiding the question about Teil.

"Tell me what's wrong with Teil." I commanded. Max flinched and looked at Tye, who was crying a little now.

"He's….blind, Hunt. He's gone blind because of some thing. They're not even sure what caused it. Maybe the chemicals. He helped pull Andrea out of the car, because she got stuck, but something from the truck splashed in his eyes." He tried smiling. "Maybe he'll end up like the Dare Devil." I was gaping like a fish out of water. I caused my best friend to go blind. Oh God. What did I do?

"Hunt- it wasn't your fault. The guy…he was drunk."

"Did he live?" I questioned quietly.

"No." Max said gravely. I started pulling on the wires in my arms. "Hunt, Hunt, you can't do that- you need those right now." she gasped, trying to hold my wrists.

"Max. I caused my best friend to lose his sight." Tye got the hint and left the room. I could feel tears in my eyes, and wanted to slap my self for being so weak, but I couldn't help it. She was hurt- because of me; Teil was blind- because of me; Angel was hurt- because of me; Andrea was scarred- because of me. Tye would lose the good times he had with his brother, making bombs and other mechanical things- because of me. And a man was dead- because of me.

Max planted her lips against mine, causing me to freeze. I felt her split lip, and winced, but there was no stopping her when she wants to kiss you. You just melt at her feet.

"Stop it, Hunt. I can read you just as well as you can read me. It's not your fault. That man was drunk and driving a chemical waste truck. He hit you hard. You could have died- you got it head on. The rest of us just go it second hand. We've all been worried about you. Your parents are distraught."

"Oh God…" I groaned, thinking of Teil's parents. "What are his parents saying? Are they okay?" His mother had cancer, and his father was in a wheel chair. Yeah. That bad.

"They're fine. They're just worried about you. His mom knows he can handle it, and his dad is joking around a lot. They feel like you're a second son to them, Hunt."

"What about you? Did they call your…house?" I couldn't dare call those people her parents. Shakily, Max nodded, not meeting my eyes.

"Yeah, and I told my parents that I wasn't coming home, and that they couldn't stop me because I am eighteen." I stared at her.

"Wait. No you aren't. You're turning eighteen in a few weeks." Now she smiled softly, still not meeting my eyes.

"Um, Hunt, you've been in a minor coma for the past three weeks- I'm eighteen." She took a deep breath. "Today."

"So I am now homeless." My fingers tightened around hers.

"Don't say that- you've never been and never will be homeless as long as I'm alive." She flinched. Oh. I almost wasn't. "You aren't homeless. You can live with us."

"Isn't that something you should take up with your parents first?" My dad asked lovingly from the door. "But of course, Max always has a place at our house." My mom nodded at him, then planted kisses all over my now red face.

The End

So that could have gone better…but…yeah. We're awesome. Who's we? Well, WE HAVE FOUR LEGS AND OUR NAME IS CHUTNEY. There.

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