Hey hey hey! I'm baaaaaaack! Long time no read! Thanx 2 all the peepz who've reviewed! U make me want 2 continue the story! I luv u ALL! Anyway, I think most of the time it'll b in Fang's POV so don't b surprised! I'm soooo sorry that I messed up that last chappie! Itz nice 2 kno I have mah own little squad of editors!

FPOV

I slid easily out of the booth, not sparing a word or a glance at Max, for fear of changing my decision. Iggy tossed his keys to me wordlessly and I caught them over my shoulder. I probably would have bragged about how cool that looked if I wasn't so depressed about leaving Max and the group. But a fighter has to do, what a fighter has to do, and this fighter has to go beat up Viper. I winced at the memory of watching the buff gangster fall to the ground unconscious, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose and staining the sidewalk. It was one of the more bloodier fights of my career.

"You'd better come back and pick us up or I will murder you!" Iggy yelled to me, attempting to lighten the mood.

I raised my hand in a silent wave, not trusting my voice box at the moment. If I talk now, I might say something that would make me want to stay.

Damn you, Viper.

Damn you, too, Dave.

I continued to curse the two men that ruined my night as I unlocked Iggy's car and hopped in. Upon turning on the car, I flipped on the radio and cranked the music up, not caring what was playing.

Until I realized it was Taylor Swift's "Love Story" playing.

I nearly hurled right then and there, all over Iggy's brand new car. I hurried to change the radio station only to find it was a CD. Iggy has a fucking CD with Taylor Swift on it!

I paused.

Is Iggy… gay? I sure hope not! Though, if he is, I wonder if I could blackmail him into letting me "borrow" his car…

For those of you that are wondering why Iggy even owns a car, Iggy has super fast reflexes and Gazzy has perfect eyesight- that should explain it perfectly. When you put the two together in a car, perfect reflexes and perfect eyesight, you get the perfect driving team. They got a combined driver's license (I don't really know if that's possible but whatever) after they passed the test. So now, Iggy is allowed to drive along public roads without getting pulled over by the cops as long as Gazzy's in the car. Isn't that just dandy for them?

I rolled my eyes and turned on the radio. New Divide by Linkin Park began to play and I left the radio station at that song. Doesn't it bug you when you find a song that nobody knows about, and after awhile, someone else finds it and claims that they found it first? I sure as hell bugs me. Anyway, I made my way along the deserted street towards downtown, where Dave and Viper were waiting for me.

After fifteen minutes of speedy driving, I pulled into an abandoned warehouse. Cars littered the outside and strobe lights blared through the windows on the inside, nearly blinding me to be like Iggy. I parked Iggy's car as close to the entrance as I could and locked it after I left. As soon as I entered, cheers rose up from the giant crowd and all of them screamed one name: Shadow.

I nodded to the crowd, gently pushed away girls that threw themselves towards me, and ignored the people that wanted me to sign some odd place on their body. Slowly but surely, I made my way to the mat that was set up in the center of the room, where Dave stood waiting with my leather gloves.

The glare I gave Dave was threatening.

The glare I gave Viper- who was on the opposite side of the ring- was murderous.

People chanted my name as I pulled on my gloves and worked them in, flexing my fingers. They didn't seem care that someone was going to get hurt; they just wanted to see a good fight. But I was in no mood to grant their wishes and planned to make this battle quick and easy. Like it should be.

I began to warm up by jumping up and down and stretching.

I saw some drunken man stumble his way onto the mat and call for attention, which no one gave. He ignored the crowd and didn't bother with introductions like some of the other referees did. He just said "Ready? Go!" then dove off of the mat to let us fight.

Viper was the first to attack, swinging widely with a haymaker punch (which I countered with a block and a punch to the gut). He doubled-over from the powerful blow then recovered and attempted to punch me again. This time, I kicked him before he was close to get me.

Above the roar of the crowd, his yelling reach my ears even though it did nothing but waste his breath. "Come on, you little fucker. Fight like a real man!" and other similar phrases. I ignored him and lunged quickly, catching him off guard. I punched him in multiple different places and nearly laughed when he attempted to block each one. Key word: attempted. Finally, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, and he went down like a fat kid tripping over his own feet. I was about to execute the finishing blow that would determine the victor when I sensed someone behind me.

I spun, prepared to take out whoever thought they could sneak up on me, and was greeted by a flash of pain in my right arm. Dangerously close to one of my tendons.

. Behind me was one of Viper's cronies clutching a bloody knife. He lunged at me again, this time aiming for my heart (which I blocked).

This fight was different from my spat with Viper. In this fight, I could actually lose.

With each attempt to kill me, the presence of the long, sharp knife became more and more dangerous. After each block I executed, I was that much closer to getting my arm cut off. I needed to disarm this man. Quickly.

Even in my defensive frenzy, I could register the crowd's outrage at someone trying to kill me and their glee at seeing another fight.

Jerks.

Suddenly, another figure burst from the crowd and called out "Fang!" in an incredibly familiar voice. Damn, Max, you idiot! I wanted to smack her upside the head for following me and then being stupid enough to join a knife fight, but I was occupied at the time by trying to block another attack. Max's grand entrance had distracted my attacker enough for me to snatch the knife out of his hand. By the sharp edge.

Let me tell you something, leather isn't that thick, so the blade cut through the glove like butter and bit into my skin, but I ignored the pain. Pain is simply a message to your brain telling you that you're hurt. I can delete the message if I want.

At least I disarmed the man.

Before I could do anything to stop her, Max lunged at the man like a tigress and brought him down with one, solid punch to the head. I swore vividly at her dangerous move then glared at her when she disentangled herself from the unconscious body. She returned my glare with one of her own.

There was a silence between us while the crowd went nuts.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" we demanded at the same time after a few moments of glaring. Creepy, but I was too angry to care about our random synchronization.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded as I wrapped my hand with the cloth that Dave silently handed to me. At least he was smart enough to keep his big mouth shut at a time like this. he backed away and gave Max and I some privacy.

"Saving your sorry ass so that I can kick it myself, dip shit." she replied angrily as she dusted off her basketball shorts (she had changed out of her skirt). "Are you retarded? Taking on two men all by yourself, especially when one had a knife! Do you think you're God or something? You could have been killed, retard." The fact that she worried about me was enough to make me a little less angry with her.

At that moment, Iggy, Gazzy, Angel and Nudge burst through the crowd. I glared at Iggy and Gazzy then turned my attention back to Max. She was livid. She was beyond livid. She was murderous. She glared like no tomorrow and I returned her glare with the same intensity.

We could have stayed like that all night, glaring at each other, if my right arm hadn't suddenly begun to throb at an excruciating level. I clutched my arm and winced when my hand was instantly soaked with blood. I saw Max's eyes widen and the anger in her eyes was replaced with worry when she noticed my wound. She ran to my side and ripped off her blue t-shirt.

She had a tank top on, to the perverts who read that and thought "Oh yea! Score!".

She expertly cut her shirt using the knife I had confiscated and tied bandages around my arm to stop the bleeding. The efficiency was remarkable. She worked as if she has done this a million and one time, swiftly and efficiently. As she cut and tied, she whispered quietly into my ear, "I was really worried about you." I hoped my surprise didn't show. Either she didn't think I could take care of myself or she knew I could take care of myself and was worried anyway. I hoped it was the latter. "As soon as you left, Iggy explained to us what you did when your phone rang. We were all worried, even Angel and Nudge, despite the fact that they have never talked to you. Why didn't you at least tell me where you were going? I thought you suddenly hated me." Her voice never rose from a whisper and her eyes remained fixed on her work. The sadness in her voice was indisputable.

"I'm sorry." Though the words didn't seem like it was enough to prove I was truly regretting my decision to leave her.

She didn't reply.

When my wound was fully dressed, Dave came over and clapped me on the back. Max silently faded into the background with Iggy and the group, leaving me alone with my manager.

"I didn't know they were going to do that." Was all he said before disappearing into the crowd.

"Thanks for the worry." I muttered and walked over to the group. As I passed them, I growled, "Let's go." They obeyed silently.

We pushed our way though the crowd and escaped into the cool night air. Our party split into their respective groups when we reached the parking lot. Iggy, Gazzy and I. Max, Nudge and Angel. We waved goodbye to each other and entered the separate cars. I settled into shotgun and flew off into La-La-Land. My daydreams (well technically night dreams) were interrupted when my phone rang with the song Waking The Demon by Bullet For My Valentine playing, signaling a text.

I opened it up to find it was a message from Max.

It read one simple message but it filled me with warmth when I read it.

I really was worried, dumbass. Don't' do it again.

Max.

All done! I waz really rushed 2 write this cuz I won't have internet at the lake house! Sorry if it was suckish! Review review review! :)