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Fang's POV
Okay. Some things are easy to understand. Like a talking dog, for instance, who kept screaming in my ear about all the mental healing classes he'll have to take after this. Or, like a human Ghost of Max coming back to life in the middle of the night and completely freak you out.
A pale psycho maniac who could run faster than five hybrid bird kids flying one hundred and twenty freaking miles an hour? Still working on that.
"How fast is this freak going?!" Iggy yelled above the wind. I still don't know how he can hear this guy's footsteps three hundred feet above the ground.
Gazzy looked paler than usual. "Iggy, he's going faster than we are." He looked toward me, and something lit in his eyes. "Do you think he was at the School too? Like, he was a little kid like us, and they enhanced him or something?" he asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down.
"Gazzy. Focus."
"Oh. Okay."
"What was wrong with him?" Nudge asked, stricken. "He just burst through the trees and—"
"I don't know. Something's wrong with him and the girl. Maybe their crazy, maybe their convicts, I don't know. I still don't trust him. We all need to keep a close eye on him. Angel, try to read his mind—"
Something in her face made me stop. She looked troubled. Not completely freaked, as I was inside, but just, troubled. And then she gasped.
"Angel? What's wrong? What happened?" I looked down at Edward. He seemed to be holding something. Immediately my alert went from red to like, crimson flaming red. "'Kay, guys, going down!"
I tucked in my wings and zoomed toward the ground at one hundred and sixty miles an hour, and my hawk-like vision focused on Edward. He seemed to be holding a needle.
And then without warning, he plunged it in her heart.
Iggy's POV
You know, this is the thing I absolutely hate about not seeing anything. You never know why people say the things they say.
Like right now, for instance.
"Fang! Where are you going?" Nudge yelled as I felt Fang drop beneath me toward the ground even faster.
"What? What's he doing?" I shouted.
"I don't know…" Nudge said uncertainly.
A cold chill ran through me. "Is Max okay? What's Fang doing?"
"He's yelling at Edward." Gazzy explained. "Wait…I think we're close enough…just be quiet for a second."
"…what the hell was that?" Fang yelled.
"It'll…make her heal fast." Edward said.
Fang made a snorting noise. "No. I don't think so. You tell me what that is before I connect my fist with your thick skull!"
Edward slowly inhaled, then said. "I'm not telling you anything. I told you not to ask questions anyway. Everything will be explained. Please. Trust me." He seemed to be begging. That didn't soften us up.
"Tell him, Edward, you idiot." I cut in angrily. We all landed, and I started toward him. "This deal ain't gonna fly. You tell all of us what's going on. Now."
Edward sighed. "You'll find out."
I could almost feel Fang's tension. Suddenly I collided with him. "What? What happened?"
"This is Dr. Cullen's house," Edward called, he seemed to be far away. I could feel Fang walking toward the place.
And shot out my hand.
Fang's POV
"What?" I asked, completely irritated.
"Don't go in there." Iggy's voice sounded—scared.
"Why? We have to! Max is in there, you idiot! What are we going to do, just leave her alone?" I started toward the house again. And again, I collided with Iggy's arm.
"Don't go in there." Iggy repeated.
"Why?"
"I have this feeling." Iggy seemed tense. "It smells funny."
"What are you talking about?" The flock looked at us curiously.
"It smells…like blood." His voice rose.
"Well, that's probably your imagination." I said irritably. Who did he think he was anyway?
And I plunged toward the house, with the reluctant flock quick on my heels.
Edward's POV
I burst through the house, grabbing the morphine needle from my pocket, and jabbing it into her heart. It was slowing down.
Alice was right on my heels. "How long?"
"Maybe five minutes." I said grimly. "She's incredibly strong…" I grabbed another needle and injected it in her arm.
"Edward? Edward?" Esme flew down the steps. She stopped suddenly, horror on her face. "Oh my God…"
Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper were coming from the garage just as Fang flew threw the door. He stopped suddenly, the flock bumping into him. "Who are you?" He pointed to Esme, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett.
"Edward, what did you do?" Rosalie shrieked, running and stopping right in front of me. "Who is this?" She gestured impatiently at Max.
"She has three minutes." I said.
She suddenly stopped, and comprehension dawned on all of my families' faces. "No…" she said, backpedaling.
"Three minutes to what?" A short boy spoke up from the group. He looked from Fang to me, his bright blue eyes completely terrified. I could hear his horrible thoughts.
What's wrong with her? Is she okay? If she dies... Why is this happening again? I started.
"Wait a moment." I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. "This has happened before?" Maybe it wasn't just me. Maybe this girl just attracted trouble like a super enhanced magnet.
Like Bella.
Swallowing, I waited for Fang to answer. His eyes, full of pain, were on Max. "Yes. Like a month ago. We were flying out of a flaming Save-A-Lot, an eraser named Ari comes and stabs Max. She died." The smallest girl in the group, about six or seven years old, swallowed.
"Then…why's she here?" I asked as I mentally counted down. One minute.
"One minute to what?" the smallest girl asked curiously.
"That's what we're trying to figure out, Angel." A dark-skinned girl answered impatiently.
"What's he thinking?" Fang asked, his eyes trained on me. Angel appeared to be concentrating.
"About a girl." She answered, her eyes closed. "Named Bella. They…they have to leave…" Her eyes opened. "Where are you going? You have to help Max!"
I reeled in shock. How did she know about Bella? I was just thinking about her, about how we couldn't stay here. Were they spies from the Volturi? I shook my head, my eyes widened in shock. I went into her mind. She looked back at me, her eyes troubled. Will Max be okay, Edward? Her voice stood out clearly in my head.
I staggered back, and Max suddenly felt like a thousand pounds. "You….you can…"
And that's when Max moaned, "My chest hurts."
Oh no. The morphine didn't work. I don't know how or why, but it wasn't working.
She opened her eyes, wincing. Fang looked tense. "Max?" he asked. He then turned toward me, angry. "I thought he fixed her! Her spine was broken. She shouldn't be conscious." He eyed me beadily. "Didn't you give her a painkiller or something?"
"I didn't." Carlisle stood at the doorway, his face paler, his eyes wide. "Her wounds were fatal. A painkiller won't do anything now. I told Edward to inject venom into her system." He turned toward me. "Why isn't the morphine working? Did you inject her?"
"Fang." Max moaned. He was at her side.
"I'm here." He said. I blinked. So did Jasper. He loves her. He thought simply. He loves her as much as you love Bella, Edward.
I couldn't speak.
"It hurts…" Max groaned.
"The painkillers aren't working, Max. But don't worry. I promise it's going to be okay."
And that's when she screamed. "I'm on fire!" She writhed and twisted, groaning. It seemed like she couldn't feel the pain of her broken spine anymore.
Fang looked scared. "Max?"
"Get the fire off! Get it away from me! I'm burning!"
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