Hey guys. Thought I should warn you that you won't find out the reasons for:

-see what the whistle is for, only for a while

-what happened to Max and Dylan for a long time most likely

-Why Max was in the hospital for so long same thing as before

Everything squeaky clear? Good. By the way, this is taking place in the summer.

And, I'll write The End to every chapter. Don't think I'm quitting.

AND I READ THE FREAKING AWESOMIST STORY EVER. RUBY WINGS! BY DEMON CHILD OF NIGHT 14! IT IS FREAKING EPHIC!

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Kira-Kira The Evil Elf

Dylan's POV:

Max was tense. I was no better. Ever since the incident she seemed broken in such a way. And it was my entire fault. She always said that I had saved her; I had gotten there in time. That was all that mattered. But I didn't believe her when she said that in her hospital bed, or when she was on the floor bleeding to death.

But she still trusted me.

"Are we going to get out of here?" Max whispered to me.

"Mrs. Martinez said that she would be taking Iggy to the doctors for a check up. Fang's going to be the only one here, besides you and I. we're leaving soon," I whispered back.

Max looked relieved. We weren't going to take anything with us, just the supply of money I had steadily stolen from Jeb over the years.

"Promise you won't say anything about the accident, or why I was in the hospital?" She whispered, worry filled her eyes.

"You won't have to worry about that, because we're getting out of here," I replied. Max smiled and rolled up her sleeves, revealing her scars.

The many scars that I saw reminded me of the times that I couldn't protect her.

Mrs. Martinez's POV:

"Sorry," was the first thing that came out of Fang's mouth when we walked into the living room.

"I know you didn't mean anything, but you have to be careful. Max is fragile, and Dylan is protective. Yell or even touch Max, Dylan will become angry. It's like a bear and her cub. Stand in between the two; you start running for your life." I said.

"Why?" Fang asked.

"I have a feeling their father, Jeb, was abusing them. Dylan's tough. He can handle the hits. But his weakness is Max. I'm guessing Jeb hit Max more and in front of Dylan, forcing him to watch. They depend on each other. Did you see the way Max calmed down when she was with Dylan?" I responded.

"Not really," Fang said.

"She ran from you and from Iggy. She stopped in the hallway and was searching for Dylan. The second she laid eyes on Dylan, she ran over. Dylan got protective and angry. Max stopped running when she was with Dylan, and calmed some down, until her only emotion was fear. Dylan had mixed emotions until he saw Max and that she was unhurt. He only felt protectiveness and anger. They feed off each other."

"Wow,"

"I don't want them to start school right away, even when it starts again. Dylan may be able to handle it, but Max won't. There's a chance they'd be separated. I don't want that to happen. Max won't handle it well."

"Or at all," Fang trailed off.

"Exactly. So when I'm gone, do nothing to challenge Dylan. Max is going to be terrified of you even more so, and Dylan will keep you on your toes. Do nothing at all. Do not touch her, do not talk to her. Probably best not to do anything to Dylan either." I ordered.

"If they run?" he asked.

"Grab Max first. Dylan will come. Grab her, and do not let go. Dylan won't leave her." I replied. "Now I have to go. Go grab Dylan and Max and get them down here. Alright?"

Fang's POV:

I sat on the arm chair and Dylan ushered Max furthest away on the couch and sat down next to her.

I looked at Max and we listened to the engine of the car pull away. Max and I looked at each other, and Dylan glared at me. He placed his arm delicately over her shoulder and she laid her head on his shoulder.

Mrs. M was right. They responded to each other, they listened to each other. Dylan looked after Max, and Max was comforted by him.

I decided to take a risk, and a test. I shut my eyes.

Max's POV:

Dylan reached over and tapped my knee twice. It was our code for 'Wait,'. Then one tap. That meant that it was happening. Now.

We both stood up and crept over to the door, silent as death. Dylan cracked open the door and we heard Fang get up.

I spun around and saw him creep over slowly. "RUN!" I screamed.

And then we were flying. (Not literally)

Fang's POV:

The twins were running as fast as they could, and believe me, that was fast.

Dylan ran a few feet in front of Max, and it was almost funny. He ran with the sense of responsibility and leadership given by Max, and Max ran with the need and encouragement from Dylan. They did respond to each other.

So Mrs. M would be right.

I ran with every bit of energy I had and I shot my arm out, grabbing her arm when she shot it back. Yanking back hard, she cried out as she tumbled into my chest. I wrapped my arms tight around her, so she could struggle all she wanted but wasn't able to escape.

Dylan, who had heard Max cry out, spun around. He saw me capture Max, and his eyes held anger, lividness and fear.

"Let. Max. Go," He growled.

"No," I replied.

"Dylan, run!" Max begged.

"I'm not leaving you. Not after what had happened," He said.

"I'll be fine!"

"No. I'm not letting anything happen. Last time was close enough."

All of a sudden Max lunged forward with amazing strength, stretched her arm out, brushed finger tips with Dylan before I yanked her back and slung her over my shoulder.

Dylan looked at me, judging different options to get Max back. But he couldn't do anything that would risk hurting her.

I started walking back to the house and I heard Dylan follow me.

"Can you put me down?" Max asked.

"Nope," I replied.

She began kicking and hitting my back but I held on tight. I pressed her legs to my stomach and held on tightly. She began yelling at Dylan to run but he still followed.

"Please let me down," she said after a few more minutes. I could hear the fear waver in the words but I said nothing.

"Let Max go, please," Dylan pleaded, stopping. I stopped as well and looked at him.

He looked fearful, and afraid. He was worried about Max. He had nothing but fear in his veins.

He was afraid for Max.

"I won't run, I swear to God I won't!" Max begged from where she lay, rested over my shoulder.

I continued walking and as she realized that we were getting close to the house, she began screaming bloody murder.

As soon as I hit the bar lock on the front, I swung Max off my shoulder. Hell she was light. Dylan grabbed her and began to check if she was alright. But Max broke away and said, "Don't hurt Dylan! It was my entire fault!"

I was stunned.

The End