OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRYYYYYYYYYY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT UPDATING THIS STORY FOR LIKE, A MONTH. Sorry!

Anyway, this chapter might be boring-ish, but anyway, your opinion.

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What the fox dragged in

Iggy was startled awake by Max's shriek.

Frustrated, he sighed and clumsily stood up from his makeshift bed on the floor. Dr. M didn't have enough time to buy them all beds, so Gazzy and Iggy had to sleep on the floor. Nobody cared about Fang getting a bed; in a way, he was like a girl, so it was okay.

He strode out of the room and perked up his ears, listening for Max. It was unusually quiet, but it was like, what? 2:00 am? "Max?" He whispered, and unconsciously reached his hands out and grasped the air. It was always dark to him, but this time it felt like he could sense the darkness; and it creeped him out to no extent.

Losing his patience, he raised his voice. He didn't want to be out here any longer. "Max!" He hissed, gritting his teeth together as he accidently hit a wall. What was wrong with him? "Get the hell out here! Where are you?" Iggy rounded the corner and was about to start yelling, when he tripped over something, and was sent crashing to the floor.

Letting out a string of colorful words, he reached his hand behind him and moved around. He jolted when he felt the brush of fur against his fingertips. It might have been Total, but he was more concerned about something else he felt.

Blood.

Cautiously standing up, he breathed in deeply. Yep; that was definitely the smell of fresh blood. "Total?" He wondered aloud, and bent down to pick up the creature. Iggy yelped as he felt sharp canines sinking into his flesh. Quickly covering his mouth with his other hand (as if it would do any good), he scowled down at the whatever-it-was. "Watch it." He said, irritated. "Bite me again and I'll bite you back."

But of course, it was an empty threat; one, he would never bite a furry creature. Not unless it was cooked. And two, it was bleeding, so he assumed that he had to help it. "Come here little….thing. Name's Iggy. I'm going to help you." He could feel the tension disappear from the thing's body from under his hand, and took this as a chance. Sweeping up the animal in his arms, he continued calling for Max. He was all the way on the other side of the house now; the kids and Fang probably couldn't hear him by now.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a cry of pain coming from the backyard. "Max?" He asked, and opened the door. He had just stepped out when he heard a scream. "Iggy, no!" Then, a laugh. A deep, rough voice spoke up. "Well, well, look what the fox dragged in. Another birdy." Iggy gaped, then froze up at the feeling of someone putting there hand on his shoulder.

"Play time's over kid."

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