Okay, it's a really short chapter but deal with it. I was a drill sargent today!!! Excitement! Helping/commanding underclassmen is so much fun :D They bought me food afterwards, even better, though, I did have to drive them home. Not much to say... the next chapter will be more exciting.


Self Conclusion

Their Faces


A sense of falling filled both Fang's and Max's minds but it was Fang who noticed it first. Furry hands were at the edge of a cliff he had been previously standing on, his arms tightly wound around Max. Max screamed, realization hitting her. She was falling to her death, after she convinced herself not to die, and her wings could not fly.

"You've got wings right?" Max cried out, her facial expression obviously scared.

"Yeah but I don't know if they'll carry the two of us." Fang blinked at her.

"Well, you'll have to try, my wings are out of commission!" At the word 'out' Fang had snapped his wings open and was soaring through the sky and away from the cliffs.

The flock is in trouble, The Voice told Max quietly.

Flock? Max questioned, you mean my family?

The Voice sighed, yes.

"Fang, the flock is in trouble." Max's worried brown eyes found Fang's black ones. In an instant Fang was flying faster than Max could have imagined. They flew past the cabin Patches lived in and a little past the forest to a small house where the wooden door was kicked open and a scream could be heard inside.

"Angel!" Fang shouted as Max held to him tightly. He landed a few feet away from the small house, ready to leap into it.

Stop him, make him stay with you. The Voice ordered as Fang began to set Max down.

"Wait!" Max cried out, tugging on Fang's arm, just as she did so an explosion was heard and the small house was burning. Max watched as Fang gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to run into it.

"That was a five maybe even a three, the explosion was kind of lame." Said a voice casually as the sound of crunching leaves drew closer. More sounds of crunching, there was more than one person.

"Nah Gazzy, more of a two, I mean the sound was to the pits and you couldn't feel the aftershock." Another voice carried out to Fang and Max. Max let go of Fang, seeing two boys walk into the clearing, one with blonde hair and another with strawberry blonde. The strawberry blonde had just finished talking when Max could finally see him.

"I'm so sorry Total!" A young girl cried out and Max saw a girl younger than the blonde boy with startling blue eyes and hair that matched the young boy. They're siblings, was the first thought that passed through her mind. Total must be the black mess in her arms.

"You know, I never thought I'd see those things again, they just get worse every time. Oh, Fang, hi. When'd you get a lady friend?" A dark skinned girl was behind the young girl, brushing soot off her arms.

The strawberry blonde male walked up close to Fang and Max. "How're you Max?" He asked quietly. "You don't seem to be very happy. But your scent is still the same, still gentle. Never thought we'd find you here."

My had grabbed Fang's. "Iggy," Fang began quietly, Iggy lifted his head in the direction of Fang. "she doesn't know any of us. None."

"Funny, she still seems the same as when we lost her eight years ago."


"Two days, eight years ago, right?" I asked, cocking my head at the strawberry blonde named Iggy. Well, at least it wasn't something weird as I thought the door sign meant.

"Yeah," Iggy raised a brow, "why?"

"It was my birthday." I told Iggy and saw Fang's eyes widen a fraction. A soft smile had found its way to my lips. "I celebrated my first birthday that day when the old man found me on the road."

"An old man found you?" Fang raised a brow.

"Yeah, he brought me to his house and his wife took care of me. they died a couple of years ago…" I trailed off, unable to finish. I glanced between Iggy and Fang.

"What do you mean 'I still seem the same?'" I asked Iggy as we walked through the snow, the younger ones trailing behind us.

"You give off this kind of vibe that seems like you still know all of us but there's only a slight difference in the vibe that makes the difference. You know us, Max, because those memories aren't buried very deep, we just have to trigger it somehow…"

At the word trigger I had fallen to my knees in pain, my wings had moved involuntarily and split open a fresh wound. I could feel blood seeping into my jacket as Fang cradled me. "She's bleeding!" Iggy hissed as Fang asked what was wrong. Could Iggy hear my blood pooling out of me? "Hurry up! Her pulse is weakening!" Why had my wings moved at those words? My vision was fading. No, not now!

There was pressure on my back and my pulse thudding loudly in my ears. "How hurt are you?" Fang asked me.

"Very." My voice came out a weak moan. "These werewolves got into the E shaped house I found, well someone told me about it but that's not the case, the werewolves attacked me and tore my wings, I don't know how I got this far."

"Erasers." I heard Iggy murmer under his breath.

"And they're still here!" Angel shrieked as snarls filled the surrounding forest. The werewolves were back? I leapt back to my feet, despite the fact I reopened the gushing wound. Fang was at his feet too, pressing something against my back as Iggy suddenly wrapped something around me to keep the pressure. Black was on the edge of my vision as I saw the snouts of werewolves inching out from the trees. One leapt out at me and I kicked it as a first reaction. I fell on my back, ignoring the pain as dirt rubbed into my wounds, before leaping to my feet, ready to fight. My knees felt weak as if I were going to fall at any moment.

There were yells and cries all around me, snarls from the werewolves and more. And then a werewolf caught me, his clawed hands pinning me to him, crushing my ribs making it hard to breathe. He used one hand to lift my chin and expose my throat, I could feel his hot nasty breathe on my neck, he was going to rip my throat out. I shivered at the thought. I didn't want to die, not yet, not after I just found my family. Sharp teeth traced my skin and a small cry of fear escaped my throat. I couldn't see anymore, I was about to black out… about to die…

I was suddenly being held differently. Leaner arms cradling me, a warm cheek pressing against my cold one. I grasped an arm at the elbow for support, vaugely aware that I was crying. "You will not touch her, you'll leave her alone." Fang's voice filled my ears. I could feel his chest vibrating against me. "Never come back, tell your masters that."

And the world faded into a dream…


Short Chapter but well worth it. :D Going to bed now (even though it's not even 8 yet, man I'm tired)

Challenge: Review, that's not so hard is it? Reviewing helps the soul :D But other than that, I'm done for the day.

Preview:

Muscle Memory

"Does it hurt?" I asked out of a first reaction. The old woman had taught me well in medical care, she used to be a vet before she retired and volunteered for the EMS every now and then.

"Don't ask me that." Fang frowned at me. "What about yourself, you're in worse condition."

"I've had worse." I lied shrugging. I watched Fang grimmance in pain as he attempted to cover his bandaged eye with his hand. The next thing I knew, I was holding his hands in my own and I had given him a kiss just below his brow. I pulled back suddenly in shock, only to fall back at the sudden burst of pain.

Adieu
Nightwing