A/N: LOL I completely forgot to add an A/N the first time I added this chapter... -.-

Sorry it took so long to get this to you, my life has been SO busy.

Fact: For the long weekend, I am taking care of the two cutest guinea pigs EVER for my pre-vet class! YAY!

Question: What is your favorite meat? And, for my veggies only friends, what is your favorite vegetable?

Fang POV

I groaned, turning over in my sleep. What was wrong with my bed? And why wasn't Max in it? Oh wait, that was just a dream. I opened my eyes, only to come face to face with a squirrel.

"IUEOIREBFOUHAJFJKDAGH!" I screamed. The squirrel dashed away up a tree, leaving me totally confused. I slowly sat up, looking around. I was… in the middle of a forest… alone…. My first thought was I'm gonna KILL Iggy. Then, I thought, Wait- something important happened last night. And then, I really hope we didn't run out of bacon at home.

I racked my still-muddled brain, trying to remember what had gone down last night. I scratched my neck, and my fingers hit two bumps. I froze, finally recalling last night. My mysterious attacker, the two needles, the run through the forest, the weird sick feelings, the blacking out….

Oh man, Max is gonna kill me. Good thing I have my priorities straight. I looked around my immediate area, finding nothing but drops of my own blood and squirrel poop (dumb animal). Dusting myself off, I jogged around, looking for a clearing. When I found one, I took off, speeding towards Dr. M's house. It was very early in the morning, and the sun hadn't even come up yet.

On the way there, I went over possible excuses to tell Max.

Max, I was attacked by ninjas.

Max, I love you!

Max, I had to save an old helpless lady from a fire, and then I saw a kitten drowning, and-

Max- I was out buying bacon for you, and then this mugger took it and-

Max, will you have my babies?

Yea- those would definitely go over well. But, seeing as I was already arriving at the house, I was kind of out of luck. I landed in the back yard, and smoothly walked in the kitchen door. For some reason, Nudge was sitting there reading. Why would anyone want to get up at this ungodly hour? As soon as Nudge looked up from her fashion magazine and saw me, she rushed over to hug me.

"OH MY GOD FANG YOU'RE ALIVE! I THOUGHT FIRE-BREATHING RABID ALPACAS WITH THEIR ARMY OF EVIL BURRITOS ATTACKED YOU! OMG MAAAAAAX FANG IS BAAAAAAAAAACK!" Nudge screamed. I think my eardrums just broke.

I heard thundering steps on the stairs, and the rest of the flock ran into the kitchen. "Fang! Where have you been?" Max ran up and wrapped me in a hug. Oh my god, cardiac arrest- she hugged me!

She hugged me!

"Um… out." Yup- that's me. Smooth as butter.

"All night?" she asked skeptically. I just nodded. Rolling her eyes, Max said "Just don't do that to me ever again!" She punched my shoulder before walking away. Typical Max.

"Dude… so where were you?" Iggy said. "Gettin' some?" Cue eyebrow wiggling.

"Shut it." I said, walking up the stairs. I didn't tell anyone about my mysterious attack, and I'm surprised that no one noticed my bruises and cuts. I guess they're so commonplace that no one really cares anymore.

Besides, I didn't want anyone to worry. Max was antsy enough sitting in one place for long, and I wasn't even sure how to explain it anyway.

So there I was, in a dark alleyway, when all of a sudden someone I couldn't see started to beat me up. They took some of my blood, I ran away, I felt sick, then I collapsed. The end. Yea. That makes a lot of sense.

I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes. I fingered the two small bumps on my neck, trying to think of who did it. It could be the School. That would make sense… the swishy white coat, the stupid slicked back hair, the bared over whitened teeth…. But why did they leave me here?

I groaned- all of these questions were making my head hurt. I rolled onto my side, facing the window. I watched as the sun peeked out from behind the trees, then slowly rose to shine fully in my room.

"OW!" I shouted, twisting back around. My eyes literally felt like they were being set on fire. And believe me, I know how that feels. Iggy and his dumb ideas….

I turned back around, screwing my eyes shut. Slowly opening them, bit by bit, I looked out the window again. "God DAMN!" I yelled, diving to the floor and getting under my bed.

What the heck? I opened my eyes- they were fine down here in the dark. No burning here. But why were they hurting so much in the first place? Maybe the scientist or whatever that attacked me did something to me. But, what?

A/N: Again, sorry about the wait and lack of A/N! I wish you all a very happy and food-coma-filled Thanksgiving! Or, if you don't celebrate it, have a very happy and food-coma-induced weekend!