A/N: ok, 4th chapter. Ifyou guessed Iggy, you're ...

Ican't tell you. :(

But you'll find out in a second! AND, as a treat, I'm bringing in Fang earlier than expected! By the way, this is a slightly different Fang, just the tiniest bit more outgoing... in his thoughts. :)

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No, that's too cheesy.

~ Rash

Earlier...

Which is probably why I didn't see the shadow behind me until it was too late. Even with my super-fast birdkid reflexes, I just managed to get out of the way- or so I thought...

Max P.O.V.

Breathing heavily, I turned around to find out who the shadow belonged to. I swear, if it's Iggy again, I will personally murder him AND tell Ella AND Angel what I found out today. My heart swelled as I thought of all the blackmail I could get from that one piece of information. Yes, I know I'm crazy. Instead of being happy that tthe sun is shining, or that I won an amazing prize, I get happy over blackmail. I'm SO evil. Then I looked at the person's face. In one big moment, my heart became it's usual floppy dead fish. Disgusting, you say? Well, at least I had a heart, unlike the person standing in front of me. I'm sure you can guess who it is. Who do I hate most in the world that has an eight-year-old as a sidekick and, no matter how hard I try to disown, is related to me? Jeb Batcheleder.

Fang P.O.V.

I was perfectly fine living on my own. I mean, I am fifteen. I'd been living in that abandoned shack for over five years. That should show the police that I'm perfectly capable, right? I mean, a ten-year-old living to be fifteen with no adult or otherwise external help? But the policemen in Grassville were sticklers for the law and shipped me off to here. Loud, annoying, noisy, (did I mention loud?), New York City, to live with my, I think it was third cousin who I've never seen before. Sounds fun.

The kid himself was actually pretty cool, though I didn't tell him, but his parents! Oh, his parents were torture, always having everything squeaky clean, and very overprotective- at least of me. I practically had to beg them to let me take a walk outside today. I can tell Iggy feels it too, the way they pestered him to throw some sort of party for his friends. Normally, I would have dreaded it, because I knew I'd have to attend, but this time, Iggy's mom relented and said that "It will be wonderful if you come dear, but I suppose it really is your choice." I could tell she said the last part disdainfully, as if when I didn't show up, I officially wouldn't be good enough to live in her house. Oh well. sucks for her.

Now I'm going for another walk. I have a headache from Mrs. Griffiths' yelling.

I turn off the driveway and head to the main road. I find a nice little bench in the park, and sit down in the shade of a tree just thinking of life and my predicament. As I brood over my situation, I watch the people entering and exiting the park. While I'm watching, a girl walks in with a skinny professor-looking man and the incredible hulk. They move to a corner of the park, Professor gripping the girl's arm tightly, as if she'd run away. Crazy ideas started spinnign through my head. Maybe the guy was a terrorist, and the Hulk was his accomplice. The girl somehow found out about his plans, and now he's threatening her. Or maybe she's a runaway, and the guy kidnapped her. Or maybe they're just a normal family, and she has an overprotective dad, Fang. Geez. Stop trying to guess life stories after taking one faraway glimpse. I hoped they were. Then I noticed that the Professor had a gun, and was holding it discreetly in front of him. Okay, maybe my first theory was right. Whatever the truth was, I couldn't jjust sit here and let her get hurt.

I got up and started walking towards them. Only then did I realize something was wrong. The park was completel silent. No other person was here except the four of us. No toddlers crying, dogs barking, not even the odd squirrel on the ground. It was eerie, and I, for a second, was tempted to turn back. Don't be a coward, Fang, my brain scolded me. I heeded, and kept moving forward silently, unnoticed, through the grass.

Fang P.O.V.

I crept closer and closer. When I was about 15 yards away, the girl turned and looked to the side. She saw me, and I signalled her to be quiet. She couldn't nod, or she'd be caught, so she blinked twice really fast to show that she'd heard me. Her eyes slightly widened as Professor started to turn around, but right before he saw me, she kicked him in the groin and tried to run. I saw the trick though. Before I could warn her, Hulk lashed his arm out and grabbed her leg. I responded by tackling him and sending the girl, Hulk and I to the ground. Unfortunately, the girl was at the bottom of out pile, and as soon as we hit the groun, I heard a crack and knew that something was wrong. I quickly jumped up, rolled Hulk over, and quickly knocked him out by punching him in the face. Professor was out cold after her kick, so I just scooped them both up and pushed them under a tree. By now it was pouring, and I was glad I had brought my waterproof jacket. Unfortunately, the girl was wearing a short-sleeved white top- not the best thing to be wearing in the rain. I helped her up, and asked her if she could walk. She took one step, but on her second, she immediately collapsed to the ground again. Figuring the crack I'd heard was her leg, I helped her up again. Her lips were turning blue, and her brown locks were getting in her face. She was shaking with cold, but she hadn't shed a tear throughout the whole encounter. I liked this girl. I gave her my jacket, and when she tried to refuse, I looked into her chocolate eyes and said firmly,

"You'll catch pneumonia,"

"S-s-s-so?"

"I care. And I have another jacket under, if you're worried about me."

" W-w-w-ho s-s-said I was-s-s?" she said, trying to sound defiant.

"You really don't scare me- at least right now, so put the jacket on, or I'll put it on for you!" I cried , half-amused. When I was sure she wasn't listening, I muttered "Girls."

"I heard that!"

"How the hell could you hear that!" I shouted, and whirled around to face her.

"I'm amazing. Deal with it." She smirked, stronger already.

"Whatever. pyscho"

" jerk"

" Mad woman"

"Messed up Maniac"

A/N: Yeah, so Max and Fang don't have the nicest of language... even though they just met each other. :)

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