Do you like Justin Bieber? Okay… personally, I hate him. He sings like a six year old kid. Just saw him singing in the television, and I think that he's not that good looking either. (Beliebers, please do not take any offense here. It's just my personal feelings :P)

Anyways, I'm back! Thanks to those who reviewed. For danceforeva, I can't tell you that right now, you'll have to read the whole story! But telling you, Fax is coming! And for AwesomeCoolPerson, thanks so much! I'll try to write more like a good writer.

Disclaimer: Yes, I do own the entire Max Ride series on my bookshelf, right in the middle of everything. But no, unfortunately, I didn't write it.

I looked at the weird emo dude curiously. "Who are you?" Now he was basically gawking at me. What the heck?

"Ma… Max?"

"What?" This dude was weird. Behind him a bunch of dog boys rushed into the room, surrounding him and threatening. Instantly, he stopped gawking at me. He turned to those creatures and counterattacked one of them, who was pushed way to the back of the room and groaned. He kicked another, who fell over from the trip and banged his head hard on the ground. Ouch. I had to admit, he was pretty good. And those moves… again, were familiar in my head.

When there were only a few conscious dog creatures, the boy ran toward my crate and broke opened it easily with his fist. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me but as soon as his eyes landed on the metal chain on my ankle he stopped. He quickly took something out of his pocket —a stick, and put it through the key hole of the chain. Within few times of twisting, the chain opened.

I shot him a thankful look through my falling hair and stood up. I got out of the dog crate and ran behind the dude. Okay, so I didn't know who he was or anything, but he rescued me from this freaking place, which was all that mattered.

Kicking a whitecoat lunging on me, I ran out of the room. A dog-human grabbed my arm, and I yanked it loose and aimed a punch straight into gut. I winced. The aim went too accurate then I had expected.

Now I was surprised. God, was I strong. And… my moves were so… right. How did I do all that? My instinct just did them all for me. I was flabbergasted.

Following the dude all the way to an exit of a windowsill, I stopped. Surely he was not going to jump from ten meters above ground. Fly, the voice told me.

I was about to tell the voice it gone crazy, but I instinctively spread my arms, and… jumped out of the building. What in the freaking world am I doing? Before I knew what was happening, I was… flying. Huge white feathery wings flapped behind me, and they were… beautiful.

Everything felt so perfect in the air. The blue sky was bluer than ever, and the cool wind kept splashing on my burning skin. Even the air current seemed to be listening to my mind. I knew exactly what direction to head no need for that boy to lead me.

Beside me the boy was silent all through the whole time. He looked like he was going through a big conflict inside his head. He spotted a big bush of trees under us, and said in a small voice. "Let's get some rest."

I shrugged, and followed him into the wood. About 50 meters from a branch, I positioned and slowed, tucking my wings a bit, and started to drop. We landed on the tree branch swiftly, and I shook my sticky hair. I started to slowly fold and tuck my wings on my back.

The boy was looking at me again.

"I'm Fang. Do you remember me?"

I gasped. My heart nearly stopped. My whole body tensed and hardened at the name, and my jaw dropped open.

"You… you are… who?"

Sorry a lame chapter. I am super tired right now. I got home from shopping with my mom. Then I had to work on math problems… gada gada gada

Don't worry, next chapter will be much better, and longer, than this. And Max doesn't get her memory back this easily. I mean, that would be bo-ring. It's gonna get more intense and fun!

PLEASE REVIEW. I won't be writing for the next two days, and between that time I better get some reviews. *Evil face*

-Brielle