Thanks again guys for R&Ring! I think I will keep going with this story, maybe. Instead of it being a just a one shot… I wish I could change names, cause im not gonna have it just about that one event if I continue it… maybe ill end this, and do a sequil. What do ya guys think? In reply to some of the reviews:

Stop. But don't stare please.: Yes, I totally live in the US. GO AMERICA!! Yes, we will have to unite. And yes I hate it when people nag about my age.

spreadurwingsandfly311: The sexy bird boy totally decided it for me…

halocrumber: …apparently I'm writing to save my life? Uhoh...

Okay, I'm probably not going to do as many POV changes this time, 'cause even though you guys didn't complain, I think it was pretty confusing. Here it goes!!!...

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Iggy's POV:

I shouted those words after them. All I got back was silence, and then a slammed door.

"What just happened?" I asked the kids. I hate it when people assume I see everything!

"Ummm, Iggy… She just flipped you off…" What? She goes to all that trouble to make us behave and be 'good kids' and then she goes and flicks me off? Not fair! I shoved up both my Fingers in the direction of the doorway. Nudge giggled.

"It's a bit late for that, Ig'." Grrr. This isn't the end, Maxy!

Fang's POV:

I spread my black wings, and leaped into the night. I saw Max follow me, moving her fawn colored wings in a powerful up and down motion as she hurdled himself up in the air. Oh man she was so beautiful. I noticed it every time we flew. Of course, I would never tell…

Max's POV:

I flew below him knowing he hated to be on bottom. We didn't fly to a particular place. I felt the wind in my face. It weaved through my hair, and ran over my wings. It felt amazing.

I always feel comfortable when Fang's with me, like I don't have to save the world, and I'm not on the run every-other-day. Around him, I can put all of that stuff away. He's the one person I can confide in. And I trust him. But I didn't expect what he did next.

I felt his callused hands grab me around my waist. If anyone besides Fang had done that, well, let's just say they'd have a flat face by now. Still, I had to constrain myself from kicking him. What the heck was he doing? He then lifted me up, (kinda hard to do while flying…man he was strong!) and then he tossed me straight up in the air, like someone would do to a child. My hair went everywhere, and I felt a weird thrill of flying upwards at what felt like the speed on light. He did it so fast I felt my stomach doing butterflys. He hadn't tossed me a few feet, he had tossed me almost a hundred! Against gravity! In a matter of seconds! How the heck did he do that?

"Fang!" I shouted down to him, "What was that?!" I was half mad at him for doing that with no absolute warning, but when I saw him fly closer to me, I realized he was just as surprised as me.

"I meant to toss you just a few feet, but then I felt this new power coursing through my veins… I'm so sorry!" He looked at me with apologetic eyes. He looked so cute when helpless!

"But you are really light… more than I thought…" I just stared at him. So this was Fang's new power. Super strength. Geez, Fang was like Superman! Creepy thought… Fang wearing tights...

I pulled a knife out of my pocket. (Call me paranoid, but hey, at least I'm prepared.) I held it out to him.

"Try to bend the metal. This is an extremely strong blade." He took the knife from me, and carefully placed his fingers in the middle. Then he moved them so fast he looked like he had snapped his fingers. A second later, I saw him with two broken pieces of metal in his hand. Oh man. I was really impressed, but I hid it.

"I said bend the metal, not break it! If you had bent it, you might have been able to bend it back…" He smiled apologetically at me.

"Sorry…"

"Fang, you---" I started to say. But then he did something so un-Fang-like, I thought he was a clone for a second. He put his arms around my back, and pulled me close. He was hugging me. Un-emotional-never-hugs-anyone-Fang was hugging me. But I gotta admit, he was averagely good at it. I was about to put my head on his shoulder, when I saw something. Past him, past his flapping wings. A lumpish thing, flying in the air. More lumpish things were floating around it now.

Flyboys. I squinted my avian-eyes, and I realized that they weren't planning to attack us. They had guns. They were going to snipe at us. I stiffened. Each of them carried their own gun, and each was carefully aiming their own towards us. Towards Fang. No. They can't. They won't. I won't let them.

Fang's POV:

I can't believe I actually hugged somebody. If I keep this up, Max will start thinking I'm a clone…

The only reason I hugged her was because I knew she needed it. I also wanted to make up for throwing her. God, if I had hurt her I think I would kill myself. How could you live knowing you had wrecked a masterpiece? A perfect being? Suddenly I felt her become tense beneath my hands. Did I do something wrong? Did she not want me to hug her?

Suddenly, she tightened her grip around me, and she moved her wings sideways, spinning us around. It was unbelievable how fast she moved. But then again, she does have superspeed…

Then something sped into my new vision. And before I could do anything, I saw a whizzing dart slam right into Max's flesh. She had moved us so I wouldn't get shot. It was the only thing she could have done in that little bit of time. I felt her go limp in my arms.

"No!" I yelled in her ear. Why did she have to do this? I turned to where the shot had come from.

Flyboys.

Oh man, they were gonna die.

Max's POV:

I had spun Fang around, putting me instead of him in the path of the bullet.

Now, as I feel the bullet slam into my back, my vision starts to fade. Surprisingly, it felt like a needle… I thought it would hurt more… oh well….maybe this was what dying was like…

I heard someone shout "NO!" and then everything went black.

Fang's POV:

If I hadn't had a dying Max in my arms, I would have ripped every single limb off those things. What the hell were they thinking? Shooting my Max. God I hope she's still alive…

I hefted her up so she lay across my arms, and flew as fast as I could back home, the angry wind slapping my face the whole way.

Max, don't die on me! God, Max, I'll kill you if you die!

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Okay, I know I like, completely changed how it's written, but im not really in a humorous mood right now.. I'll make the next chap more funny.

But is that a threat, Iggy?

*hinthint*

R&R plez!!! More cookies and eggnog for reviewers!