Okay my people! Chapter 2 up! Yay! And in the same day! You should be grateful!
Toto: -.- This chapter is the exact same thing as the first one but in Fang's POV...
Me: Oh shut up! I worked really hard!
Toto: Sure thing...
Me: I can almost feel the sarcasm dripping off your comment Toto.
Toto: Yeah, Em—
Me: OKAY SHUT UP! THEY CAN'T KNOW MY REAL NAME!
Toto: Oops... Well then now we will call you Em, sounds good?
Me: Okay.
Fang: !
Me: OKAY OKAY! But please SHUT UP!
Fang: She doesn't own anything! Well. Maybe the plot, and this umbrellas dancing beside me... -starts to dance- Uh. Uh. Work it, Totes! Yeeeah!
Toto: wow... I never thought I would live to hear someone shut Fang up... And what the ef is wrong with him?
Me: I gave Fang some medicine my mom had in her cabinet because he was having an anger attack.
Toto: And why would he have an anger attack, may I ask?
Me: He started to think too much about Dylan...
Toto: Oh...
Fang: COME AT ME BRO! You stupid, evil bear! -starts punching one of my pillows-
Toto: ...maybe you gave him a little too much...
Me: Yeah... Guess you're right... But you have to admit that it's fun!
Toto: Indeed...
Fang: -stops punching my pillow- oh Max! I didn't know it was a costume! IM SOOOOO SOOOORYYY! -gets to his knees and starts begging- Forgive me! -takes the cover out of the pillow- You forgive me? Really? Oh thank you! I love you! -makes out with pillow- ...You taste funny... and your tongue tickles me... -giggles-
Me: :O wow... I had never heard Fang giggle. That was W-E-I-R-D.
Toto: I couldn't have said it in wiser words...
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Chapter 2: Downward
Fang POV
God. Max. Max. She is so beautiful. I would die if I couldn't see her in a day. I love her, and she finally admitted that she still loved me after I left the flock with my gang. Hmmm... I wonder what happened to them after I left... Meh, I don't care. They almost bored me to death. I was glad Max saved the world fast so I could just leave them. But don't take it the wrong way. It's not that I hate them, it's just that they weren't my family. The Flock was my family, and they would always be my family.
"Hey, you two!" Iggy said to Max and I. "I need help in the kitchen. Gaz is already there, but I need more recruits" He continued. I knew Max wouldn't want to go, 'cause she hates to cook. And we all hate her cooking. So, I said, "'Kay man, I'll help you out. See ya, Maxie" I told Max and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiled and said "M'kay, but hurry up. I can't wait" Then she whispered to me, "I wasn't talking about the food," She gave me a wink and left.
"I heard what she said, ya know?" Iggy told me with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes. "So, what do you want me to do?" I asked once we were in the kitchen. He sighed and I spotted Gazzy, making juice in the blender. "Hi Fang!" He said. "Hey Gaz." I responded.
"Fang" Iggy said, bringing a knife and little bottles with him. When did he go to get the things? I didn't notice him searching for them "I need you to cut this piece of meat in squares and sprinkle these, these, and these in it" He said while he signaled to a raw steak and gave me the knife and the bottles, that now that I saw, contained spices. "I need to make the sauce, so don't chop off your finger. I won't be looking out for you" He told me. "You know, metaphorically" He added and rolled his eyes. I chuckled at that in my head.
I was glad Iggy didn't let his blindness stand in his way. It always made me happy to hear him joke about it. And I know this will sound mushy and un-me-like, but he is truly a model of getting over bad situations and not worrying about troubles or anything. I wish I was more like him. I sometimes exagerate everything. Okay, well, not sometimes... ALWAYS. It's hard for me to get over something, even if in the outside I already did.
After like maybe ten minutes of preparing Iggy's famous Meat with White, Hot, Sauce Thingy (according to Nudge), I heard footsteps in the floor behind me, so I turned around to see Angel looking at us. "Oooh, that smells good, Iggy! I'm really hungry now. I can't wait!" Then she went up the stairs. "You know" Iggy said in my ear. "I bet she wasn't talking about the food either..." THE PIG. I smacked the back of his head, but he was still grinning. God-dang it, he won't leave me alone about my relationship with Max. One day, he started telling the kids about that he SUPOSEDLY had seen Max in my room and we were... well, you can guess what he "saw"—that, may I ad, DIDN'T HAPPEN. The poor innocent children had been traumatized for two days straight until Max and I fixed it. We ended up with a really annoyed Iggy tied up to a chair, tortured with makeup, and finally telling them that he was just joking. I was finished cutting the meat in squares when...
...I heard a cry from outside. "Paint a forest and get lost!" a girl's voice said, so faint I could just barely hear it. "Get! Off! From! Me!" Now I was sure who she was. It was Max. A thousand scenarios played in my head as I sprinted from the kitchen, to the living room, to the front door. I didn't even bother to leave the knife behind, 'cause if it was Ari or any other Eraser or something, I could easily chop their heads off. I must give it to Iggy, this thing is very sharp. He would kill me if I ruined it with Eraser flesh and blood, but I didn't care. I just wanted Max safe.
But what I saw was not even in the possible things that could have happened that occurred to me.
Dylan was holding Max really close. Then he smashed his mouth into hers. She looked terrified. He seemed... ecstatic. But Max didn't move. She didn't fight off Dylan. When they broke apart, she slapped his cheek, but his head didn't even move sideways. She didn't hit him hard. Not even a bit hard. I started to become red with anger. I could feel my face getting warmer and warmer.
I was utterly furious with Dylan. What the ef was his problem? He knew that Max and I were together. And he seemed okay with it, until now.
My fists started to clench and unclench, and that's when I felt a hard handle in my right hand—the knife. I smirked to myself. I was glaring to both of them unconsciously. Heh heh. It's a gift.
"Fang..." Max started, but I ignored her. I would be mad at her after finishing off Dylan. Red tinted my vision. I was fuming. Before I even knew what I was doing, I lunged for him, the knife in my hand. By now, every other member of the Flock was crowded at the door, watching.
I threw the knife in a sideways swing to Dylan's head, but he ducked. I took advantage of my inertia and kept turning, throwing my hand with the knife to Dylan's head again. He blocked me, and kicked me with his knee on my stomach. Ow. The air left my lungs, but I forced myself to suck in oxygen and keep going. Everything else that wasn't Dylan or my knife wasn't important to me now. I turned my hand and grabbed his arm, pinning it behind him, and bringing the knife to his throat. But then, I heard Max cry out to me "Fang! What's wrong with you? Stop it! Please!" Her voice breaking, sounding as if she was about to cry.
Something inside of me shattered right then.
Into a million pieces.
Unreparably broken.
Forever.
Max was worried about Dylan? She never would kill anyone or anything, but she knew that I could and I would. And he just forced her into a heavy make-out session.
What?
Why?
I was totally confused now. And miserable.
She doesn't love you... Said a creepy little voice in my head. Sudden realization made me stumble backwards.
I loosened my grip and the knife dropped out of my hands. The Flock knew better than to mess with me at this moment, so they were still watching at the door. Well, not in Iggy's case, but...
I turned to see Max, and she had a very worried look on her face, almost sad. And I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. My eyes started to get watery. She never really loved me, did she? The girl who I have always loved, was protecting a guy who raped her face in front of me. I turned away and sprinted into the nearest cliff. I knew she was coming behind me. So I stopped in front of the drop. The cliff was several hundred feet high. I looked down. God, Max, why did you do this to me?
I turned around just in time to see Max approaching me. And she stopped. She looked at me. A tear went down my face. Crap! "Fang?" She asked, sounding as heartbroken as I was. This was maybe the first time she saw me cry. I sent her a look that lasted only a second but said, You broke my miserable heart into painful little pieces. You happy?
I took a deep breath, and let myself drop down the cliff. With my wings tucked tightly in.
There were rough rocks at the bottom, but my tears blurred my vision. Stupid emotions. I hate them! I always suppress them... Why did they have to come all out right now? I thought. I knew I was going to die if I didn't open my wings, but I was in a state of shock and utter sadness that I could barely manage to control my actions. One small part of me knew that I was just doing this to scare off Max, but most of me was taking this suicide attempt very seriously.
I kept falling and falling, gaining speed quickly. I could see Max jump off the cliff following me. Not only was she falling, she was flying downward.
She got to me quickly, but I refused to look at her. I just stared at the ground coming near us really fast. Then she grabbed my wrist. And when I tried to shake her off, she didn't let go.
And I knew she wouldn't.
I cursed inwardly. If she didn't let go, she was going to die with me. Kind of Romeo-and-Juliet-ish. I didn't want her to die because of me. I loved her too much. But she didn't love me back. And that's why I hated myself.
I snapped my wings open, wincing at the pain of the air suddenly catching in them. The ground was a few feet below us now. Then I shot upward as fast as I could, loosing Max's grip on my hand.
I tried to fly faster than her so we didn't have to talk, and honestly I didn't want to see her, see her face, her hair, her body, her smile, her eyes, ever again. The Max I loved so much. It was just too painful to see.
I guess she entered warp drive to get to me because not even a second had passed when I felt her grab my shoulders and turn me around to face her.
When our gazes met, I felt like if a steel knife had cut my chest slowly and painfully, leaving my heart exposed for the vultures to eat what was left of it. Yeah, I should become a poet.
"Fang, did you listen to me?" She asked angry, but sad, but annoyed at the same time. I honestly hadn't noticed she was talking until then.
"What do you want?" I said, sounding maybe a bit too harsh that what I expected.
"Would you just listen to me!" She almost-screamed. I honestly didn't want to hear her say anything at all. So I sighed, and flew back to the house, ignoring Max.
When I got near the house, I was welcomed with ten pairs of curious eyes looking at me (almost looking in Iggy's case). Where the heck was that douchebag of Dylan?
I entered my room from the window to avoid the crowded and curious front door. I locked the window. I just wanted to go to bed and cry myself to sleep. I did not just think that. But you know what? Of course I did think that. I felt exhausted, and for no apparent reason. I didn't want to talk to anyone. And when I was just about to lock my door, Douche-Dyl came running into my room and punched me in the face. My head shot upward. Ouch. I think he broke my nose. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Bastard.
But I was too tired to fight. It felt almost as if I couldn't control my killer instinct and I just stood there like an idiot. Then, with rage in his face, he spinned and did a roundhouse kick to my stomach.
I winced as my breath escaped from me. I doubled over, clutching my stomach in pain. I heard a lot of footsteps running toward my room. Then I heard as if someone was trying to force open the door (Iggy, I guess) but then Max's voice demanded him "Iggy go get your lock-picking stuff now!" I heard him run away.
Now, I had the motivation to kick Dylan's butt, but just not the capacity. Then, Dylan grabbed my shoulders and kicked my stomach repeatedly with his knee. I groaned loudly every time he did. God, he was strong. Maybe even stronger than me. "Ass-hole..." He muttered with every two knee-kicks. With that strength, he could easily be an Eraser.
I heard running again outside my room. "Hurry, hurry!" Max demanded. I could hear a faint clicking in the doorknob as it slightly turned right and left, right and left...
Just as I was getting hope from being saved, Dylan took the knife I used to attack him from his back pocket. Oh no. No no no no no no no. This was bad. As in, BAD. I didn't have enough strength to even stand up, and much less to defend myself.
Dylan smirked at me, just as he stabbed my stomach (What's up with him against my stomach?) with the knife. I screamed in pain. I heard gasping and sobbing outside. Oh my God, it hurt! He started slowly turning the knife, still inside of me. I screamed again, louder this time. This was the most painful thing I have ever experienced, and believe me, I have been in pretty painful situations before. This was killing me. Maybe literally.
He finally took the knife out, and I landed my hands on the floor, choking back screams. I couldn't help groaning loudly. "NNGH!" I said/groaned patheticly. I took one hand to clutch at my stomach, just as tears of unbearable agony rolled down my cheeks. Wow, I cried two times in one day. That has to be a record.
My eyes began to flutter closed unconsciously. I was gasping for air. Then the door swung open.
Dylan turned to face the entire Flock. Everyone looked totally shocked. But Max woke up from her coma pretty quickly. She first punched the offspring out of him, if you know what I mean. And then, with another strong, solid punch to the face, Dylan went down. He didn't came back up.
I landed sideways on the floor. My world was fading away, and I was loosing my control over my body. I could feel a waterfall of blood under my hand. I took a look at my stomach. I couldn't see the cut because of the shirt, but my clothes were soaked in blood from my neck down to my knees. There was a pool of blood in the floor beside me. So I guessed it was pretty bad.
"Fang? Fang!" Max said as she knelt beside me. I started to shudder violently. Was it me or it was getting very cold here? Then Iggy knelt beside her and ripped off my shirt, scanning my cut with his sensitive fingers. I saw extreme worry in his face, and he started to panic. "M-Max?" He said, his voice cracking.
But that was all I could hear before I started to black-out.
Angel, tell Max I'm sorry, and I love you all. I thought as hard as I could.
Fang, don't die... She told me, her voice sounding heartbroken and about to cry off the Nile.
Then everything went black.
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Me: And here you have it, a peek inside Fang's mind.
Toto: ...Terrifying... He is such a man...
Me: SHADDUP! A sweet guy is sweet.
Toto: I hope that pun was not intended...
Me: Shut up. I think my favorite phrase in these chappie was "He raped her face in front of me", or something like that.
Toto: Mine was "This was killing me. Maybe literally".
Me: Oh, you and your drama... ...And those are two sentences...
Toto: Oh who cares? Gosh, Fang and his incredibly short sentences... –growls-
Me: Well, if you guys think what happened in this chapter was very un-Fang-like, its because, 1) he has changed over time, and 2) he told you at the beginning, he exaggerates EVERYTHING, and I guess now he let it out. Gosh...
Toto: Well, I guess he'll have to practice bottling up his emotions more often if he wants to avoid that.
Me: ...If he doesn't die... -evil smirk-
Toto: Oh come on, we all know that you wouldn't kill off Fang. You love him too much.
Me: -smirking- That's what you think...
Toto: 0.0 -gulp-
Me: And what do I see really hidden in there...? Is that... Mylan? ...If you squint?
Toto: Nah, you want to go to Dylan and break his arms so they are backwards, then chop off his wings and... other manly limbs... and then throw him off a rocky cliff over a shore so if he doesn't die with the rocks at the bottom, he will drown, and if he doesn't, then the seagulls can eat up his guts.
Me: Shut up! I was trying to create suspense! I love suspense. ...But you're right, I really hate Douche-Dyl.
R&R! I will update this even if I don't get any reviews, but if I get some, I'll update faster :D