A/N ok on my profile I said I would have an update by Tuseday-ish and today is Tuesday so… here is my update. Oh and I keep forgetting to put a disclaimer so lets just say this counts for all the other chapters .
DISCLAIMER: none of the characters in this story are mine. I wish fang was mine but. . .he isn't (dangflabit)
Argh dangflabit isn't a word in the dictionary. Oh well.
CH 3 of Blood on my Hands
Fang's POV
I stood slowly and brushed the clinging leaves from my jeans. I walked back to the others through the overgrown brush. It occurred to me that leaving my position as watch probably wasn't the best idea, but I couldn't let one of the flock be alone while they were obviously upset. When I came within feet on the camp site I noticed that the sobs had stopped and I was in the midst of dead silence.
Following the snap of a twig a dark figure lunged out of nowhere and knocked me back against the ground. The impact forced the air out of my lungs and I was left gasping on the ground, but after only moments I had forced myself up and into fighting stance. I was focusing on the figure's barely defined outline and prepared to fight when moonlight hit streaked blond hair.
Max's POV (A/N sorry if I screw up the dialogue grammar, I really suck at it.)
"Max, stop! It's me Fang."
"Fang? What are you doing here? I was ready to knock your lights out!"
"I was- hey! I was so going to beat you." I snickered a little as my horrible dream seamed to slip away into a vague memory.
"Yeah . . . sure, answer the question anyways."
"Oh right," he seemed satisfied with my unconvincing lie that he could beat me. "I heard someone cry and, well, it had to be one of us. I mean, who else camps out in the Michigan woods and then has a melt down in the middle of the night?"
I toyed with telling him the truth. Hmmm quick mental list of pros and cons. . . . the deciding factor was the dream might be, well, more than a dream in the future. For all you non-plagued-by-evil scientists readers out there I will translate this sentence. What I am trying to say (and failing at) is that say scientists are monitoring my dreams and witnessed that wonderfully evil plan. They might then actually put it into action by kidnapping us, implanting something in my brain, and then reenacting it. Now this is an entirely hypothetical situation, but really given the history of my relationship with the evil scientists mentioned above, entirely possible. So, I spilled.
"Oh, my god," Fang said in response. His tone of mild dismay meant that others in the flock would practically keel over if told.
"Yep," I said, trying to sound normal. (I had conveniently left out the whole scene where Fang tells me he loves me as he dies because somehow I thought that may make things semi-complicated.)
A/N ok another really really short chapter and I don't really like this one. It's kind of, I don't know, not in character or something in that ball park. Anyways if you have suggestions or comments I'll try to change it. R&&R please!!!! And thank you sooo much to anyone who already has. – papermate2
