Yeah it's part two! Thanks for reading the first chapter, and putting up with my first fanfic. Thanks again if you reviewed. Yeas this is a weird way to start off the second chapter but trust me. It's all part of the plot. (Evil laughs to self)

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Chapter 2: The Dark Forest

"Fang?... Fang?...Hello! Earth to Fang!" Gazzy said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"What?" I replied, shaking my head as if I just woke up from a day dream. When I got my bearings I almost lost it. Gazzy was in a tux, and so was I. He had this fiendish looking smile on his face.

"Dude, wake up! The wedding is in a few minutes." He grabbed my arm and ran me to the front of the aisle.

"Wait, Gazzy. What's goin' on?" I was perplexed beyond reason. All he did was smile.

"Right, like you don't know." He answered sarcastically. "Congratulations." he said as he took a few steps back the the front row of seats. Lo and behold the rest of the Flock, except for Max and Angel. Even Jeb, Ella, and Dr.M were there. Everyone was dressed up, and had the same smile. It was kind of creepy. Even more so when Jeb of all people got up and straightened my bow tie.

"Sorry for everything. I want you to know that you two have my blessing. I know now that you two are perfect for each other." He said without looking me in the eye.

"Um... thanks?" OK, this couldn't get any weirder.

Irony had the last laugh when the organ started playing the wedding music. My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when I finally had the sense of mind to put two and two together. I was getting married. Max rounded the corner, and I swear my jaw hit the floor. I'm surprised the sight of her in her wedding gown didn't knock me out cold. I was shocked, there was no other way to describe the way I felt. I wanted to run up to her and embrace her. I also wanted to run in fear, after all, I was getting married to Maximum Ride!

Needless to say, if a guy was getting married to the girl of his dreams, he's going to get nervous. But I was down right paralyzed with fear. I wanted to run and scream, but my legs wouldn't move. With every step that Max took, my heart thudded in my chest. I gulped in anxiety, my palms started to sweat, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was beautiful in her white dress, it clung to her in all of the right places. All I could see of her face through the veil were her eyes. They gazed at me hypnotically and pierced me effortlessly. Love is scary. It is the only emotion that makes you want to scream and run away in shear terror one moment, then hug and kiss the girl of your dreams the next.

Then she got up to the front of the ceremony, and the priest began. I was officially frozen. I kept trying to move or speak, but nothing would respond. I ended up looking Max in the eyes. She stared back at me. Her eyes were so pure, I could see my own expression. I had the same creepy smile on, but my eyes screamed fear. With out realizing how much time had passed, I was shocked when I saw Max mouth the words 'I do'. A few moment later I said the same. I could hear myself though. It's almost like my body was under the control of someone else.

"You may now kiss the bride." The words rang in my ears. My arms rose and took hold of her veil. Agonizingly slow it rose. I closed my eyes in suspense. When they opened, I did nothing short of scream. Before my eyes, and to my horror, Max began to transform into Eraser Max. Everyone else did likewise. Their faces elongated into snouts, their finger nails turned into claws, hair sprouted all over their bodies. I tried to run but Max jumped me before I could get anywhere. Normally if Max jumped me I would be elated. But under this circumstance I was scared out of my living wits.

The rest of the Eraser jumped next to Max, They all started to claw away at me. Ripping through the tux as if it wasn't there, they tore me to shreds. They tore at my sides, my limbs, my back, my wings, leaving large bloody gaping slashes in my flesh. I screamed the entire time, begging them to stop. They laughed manically the entire time. Moments later I was remnants of what I once was, lying in a pool of my own blood. I was beyond pain. My nerves were so messed up I could hardly register anything. For all I know I could have lost a limb, or worse. My eyes fluttered open and shut as I faded in and out of consciousness for what I guessed was about thirty seconds. Then I had a moment of clarity.

Max was the only one around. She was normal again. Her white dress was stained red with my blood, as well as her hands. She was straddling my waist. She looked horrified, mouth open in incredulity. I could hear her breathing, it was heavy and fast,as if she was trying to find the words to express how she felt.

"Fang, I... I..." She started to cry.

"Max..." I managed to mutter. She broke, coming to the realization of what she had just done. She wept uncontrollably, and there I was unable to help her. Funny thing, I'm dieing, and the only thing I want to do is comfort the person responsible for my death. Her tears fell into my wounds, mixing with my blood. She hugged me.

"I'm so sorry!" She screamed, over and over again, wishing the last five minutes to be undone. Eventually she stopped, her face hovered inches from mine. Slowly she leaned forward, was she going to kiss me? "Fang.." Just before her lips met mine, she morphed back into Eraser. "Goodnight." Then she clamped down on my neck.

This time I woke up screaming.

Of course in the middle of nowhere no cares if you scream, because no one is around to hear you. The fire had gone out, but I didn't need it for light, it was a cloudless night, and the moon was bright. What I needed the fire for was warmth. I was freezing cold and I had my leather jacket on. I put my hand on my head, I was drenched in a cold seat. No wonder I was freezing. What I would give to have Max give me a hug, to feel her body pressed up against mine. I missed her so much. Even in my dreams she was beautiful. Even though she killed me. Why? Why did she? I should have been happy, but instead I was paralyzed, unable to do anything but look. I was unable to fight back when they were tearing me to bits. My body ached, as if I had been ripped to shreds. It felt weird, having yourself torn apart, your being scattered to the winds. Then to lay down in a pool of your own blood. Morbid.

But Max. Max kept me confused. Was she going to kiss me, or did she know what she was doing? She once told me of the times that she would see herself as an Eraser. Maybe that's her way of haunting me. Her nightmares, are now my nightmares. It was torture. I died in my dreams at the hands of my love, and when the nightmare is over, I awake to find myself in the real thing. I'm alone, and there is nobody to comfort me. I'm alone in the cold. I could disappear and no one would miss me.

I cried. I missed Max, I hated myself for creating my own hell. I loathed my very being for leaving the Flock, and now I'm suffering for it. Bodily, and mentally. She could never forgive me, not after what I did to her. That is why she killed me. I just wish that wasn't the truth. I cried more. How could I do this to her? How could I do this to myself? I died in my dreams, why couldn't I die now? Because I love her. I had to live for her, no matter the cost. She means to much to me. I cried even more, because I couldn't be with her. It hurt so much...

Dun dun dunnnnn! Will Fang go on? Of course he will, as long as I'm writing. Please review, and continue reading. TBC, so all in due time.