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Ok, so you know the unicorn I found last chapter... well, it was cute so I named it Geronimina because it's a girl. SAY HI:

gERonomina, " Neighhh...!"

Kay, I don't own Maximum Ride but sometimes I wish I did so I could get all the money Mr. Patterson earned.

Fang P.O.V

She actually fell asleep.

I did not expect that. Oh, whatever. No point on dwelling on it.

As I was staring at the wonderful ass above me, I drifted off into my usual wonderland full of bazookas, guns, knives, blood... you know, the usual.

Just then I heard some clanging noises outside the cell. The two guards came in carrying a strawberry blonde boy with pale blue eyes. He was tall but not as tall as me, he was good-looking (Does that make me sound gay?) but not sexy as me, and he had showing muscles but he was probably not as strong as me.

What can I say? With everything I have, it's hard not to be proud of it and brag.

The guards shoved him in the empty cell opposite ours. He looked out and yelled some very creative choice words at the guards while threateningly shaking his fist in the thin air. He seriously looked like he had come out of a comic book.

The guards laughed, "Who does this little fucker think he is? Superman? Trying to cuss at us and tell us what to do. What a dumbass!"

They slowly started walking away when the white boy removed his Jordans- they looked about 4 years old and were practially falling apart- and threw it at the nearest guard, hitting him right on the head.

Bonkers- that's what I'm going to call him- started snickering. Guard #1, the one who just got smacked in the head with a shoe, turned around and glared at him. Guard #1 stomped back towards the cell Bonkers' shoe in his hand while Bonkers slunk towards the back of the cell trying to hide in the shadows. No offense or anything, but he was so white, that he failed miserably.

Guard #1 stuck his hand threw the bars on the door and threw the boy's shoe right back at him. At the last second, Bonkers dodged the shoe and flew into the corner.

He stood up, dusting himself off. Then out of nowhere he started yelling, "Na, na, na, na, na! You missed me! Na, na, na, na, na!" He danced around and placed his thumb on his nose wiggling the rest of his fingers at the guard. He hopped around and shook his ass at the guard, still singing and clearly not paying attention.

By now, Guard #1 was flaming red while the other guard was smiling in amuzement and watching the whole thing go down.

During Bonkers dance, right at the shaking his ass part, Guard #1 removed his shoe, took aim, and released hitting Bonkers right smack on his dancing cheeks. For those of you who didn't get that: his tushie. Bonkers, caught in the middle of an unbalanced dance move, toppled right over.

"OUCH! What was that for?" Bonkers yelled, straitening himself out while rubbing his ass. Even I was smiling or you know, Fang smiling, by now. The guards however were full out laughing, rolling on the floor, and clutching their sides.

After a couple minutes, the guards finally left, one of them with both shoes on, and the other still missing one shoe.

I watched Bonkers for a couple minutes as he paced around his cell kicking the floor and 'accidentally' stubbing his toe, and then I watched as he was hopping around the cell clutching his poor, injured baby (foot). His words, not mine. Well the translation for baby was, but you get my point!

After a while, Bonkers finally seemed to notice me peering out from behind the bars. Wow, that made me sound like a creep/stalker. I could totally imagine that! I mean me looking like those people from the song The Creep by the Lonely Island... yeah, not the best picture. Hey! Just cause I'm an assassin, doesn't mean I hate music! In fact my favorite song would have to be Knives and Pens by Black Veiled Brides. Too Morbid?

"Hey. What ya looking at?"

Huh, what just happened? Oh, Bonkers asked me a question. What was the question? Best not to answer. So I did what I always do:

I just shrugged.

"Ok then, what's your name?"

I shrugged again.

"You don't know your name?" He practically screamed, covering his FAKE gasp with his hand.

"Fang," I guess the whole not ever talking thing was pretty much blown.

He stared at me for a couple seconds then burst out laughing.

"Fang. You're kidding right?"

I just shook my head.

"What are you, a vampire?" He asked still laughing at my name.

I groaned internally as I walked back to my wall. Not this again.

Well, then, a vampire. That's new. Better than Emo Boy I suppose. I flipped off my new jail-mate-person anyways on my way back to my wall. Hm. Guess Max was right.

"Well, rude much, but since it's your first time dealing with the Igster, I'll let it slide," the boy said trying to act cool, but failing miserably.

"Igster?"

"Yeah, my name is Iggy. Short for: What the hell were my parents thinking when they named me the dumbest name on the planet."

I just raised an eyebrow.

"I'm guessing you want to know what my real name is. It's Ignacio, but if you call me that and I will personally castrate you or to rub salt in wounds, I will make my grandma castrate you." He said with an evil grin on his face.

"So what did you to get you landed in here?" He continued. That boy would not shut up!

I glared at him.

"Ok. Sorry I asked, but since I love to talk about myself, I will tell you what I did, I mean seriously how can you not talk about and brag about all this?" He said gesturing to his body.

Max stirred in her sleep. I glanced back at her. She looked so cute. Where the fuck did that come from?

I tore my gaze away from Max just as Iggy started talking. God please save me from this torture! I did not sign up for this. Totally something I could imagine on my grave headstone thing. Here lies Fang; killed by a never-ending, talking boy with reddish hair.

"Kay, so it all started when I became a pyro. I mean how can you not love fire and bombs. So yeah. Anyways, I had stolen some stuff from local shops and managed to build a pretty big bomb. It was quite the beauty, so I decided to test it out at the mall. And you may be wondering where my parents are, well they're dead and I'm a runaway orphan. Back to the mall, the bomb created a really big blast and there was fire everywhere and alarms were ringing. It was almost beautiful, I just hope I didn't hurt someone. And, then the cops came and arrested me and here I am." He said finishing his long rant with jazz hands.

I just nodded. I tuned him out at the part where he said "It all started…"

Apparently he figured that out.

"Hey, did you hear a word I said?" He asked waving his hands in front of my face which was like 10 feet away so it didn't really do anything.

I just nodded, not bothering to talk.

Just then two guards entered the court area, circle place, thing, that we were locked it with a girl in between them. She was kicking and yelling pretty loud, lashing at the guards holding her hostage. I could visibly see the strain on their face; obviously she was putting up a fight.

The guards carried her along, all the way to Iggy's jail cell. One guard released one arm while trying to punch in the code to unlock the door, but that was all the gurl needed.

She broke free and started running down the hallway the way they came. Almost immediately, however, the second guard launched himself at her and tackled her down just like in football.

The girl was smushed underneath the weight of the man, and I'm pretty sure she broke a few bones. The other guard rejoined the one who tackled the girl and together they shoved her through the open door and into the cell with Iggy.

She slumped against the bars, her hair falling over her face. I suppose she was kind of pretty, no way close to Max but still.

She was African American with mocha skin and dark black curls flowing from her head. Her eyes were large and brown and I'm pretty sure there was a lot of muscle underneath her high cheekbones. I could practically see it rippling as she hunched sobbing. Her arms and legs were muscled and toned, hiding underneath a full-sleeve, orange shirt with a skull and bow embellished onto it.

Iggy, being the gentleman that he is walked up to her and put her hands on her shoulders.

She looked up, eyes flaring, and immediately pushed him away. Ooh, feisty. I like feisty.

"Hey I was just trying to help!" He yelled, obviously hurt by the rejection.

"Yeah, well I don't need your help!" She yelled back, getting up on her feet and standing her ground.

"Well it damn sure looked like you could use some comforting!"

"I didn't need comforting! I was just trying to calm myself down, otherwise I would have broken something, and the only breakable thing in this room is you!"

"Oh yeah! I would like to see you try and break me. Come at me Bro!"

This went on for a while so I just walked over to my bed, the bottom bunk I might add, lay down and stared at the ceiling or in this case, Max's ass. Damn, she does have a good one on her.

Max Pov

I woke up to the sound of loud yelling and arguing. From candy canes and sugarplums and la-la-land to waking up in a jail cell by arguing people, wow. Definitely my idea of the perfect wake-up call.

I opened my eyes, rubbing away the sleep with my hands. The yelling was still loud and perfectly clear. I placed the hands that had just rubbed the sleep out of my eyes onto my ears.

I smiled a little as I though about what the yelling meant. Tee hee... Fang's the only one here so he must be arguing with himself. I want to see that, but wait. Isn't Fang the macho silent guy who doesn't speak a word of English except for 'Bottom's mine'? How could he - better, Why would he- be arguing with himself?

I pulled off the covers and stretched out my tired limbs while yawning. I threw my feet off the bed and jumped off.

Fang was still lying in bed staring at the bottom of the top bunk. He slowly, emphasis on slowly, moved his eyes towards me as if he had all the time in the world. I hate it when he does that. It's like he's the king of the world, and he has doesn't have any respect for anyone else or their time but his time and himself.

"Would you stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" He smirked. Dang, that was hot.

I shook my head. I had just gotten out of one relationship, I don't think it's time to start another one.

"That! Where your eyes move slowly like you have all the time in the world, like you have nothing to be excited about!"

For a second there I thought I could see something flicker across his eyes but his smirk was still plastered on his face. "Jealous."

"You wish." I scoffed. Then I realized why I had woken up. "Do you know who was kind enough to wake me up with their constant yelling?" I asked listening around.

I just then realized that the arguing had stopped.

Fang smirked and got out of bed. He walked to the bars and pointed at the empty cell across from us. Correction once empty cell. Now there were 2 people one boy and one girl.

"Our lovely neighbors," Fang said, extending his hands in their direction as if he was welcoming into a house or something, and introducing me to the couple in the cell across.

I walked over to the cell and peered out.

"How old are you?" I asked them. They looked young; they couldn't be much older than me.

"16, but I'll be 17 in a few months and then I'll get out of this hellhole and celebrate my birthday in an arcade with all kinds of cool games and win prizes. You know my friends tell me I act like a 5 year old but I don't think so. What do you think? Do you think I act…" her rant was cut off by the boy's hand. I swear she said all that in just one breath.

"I'm 17." The boy said. I looked back at Fang.

"How about you?"

He held up 10 fingers.

"You're 10?" I asked disbelievingly.

He shook his head and added 7 fingers.

"7?"

He shook his head again. This time, he put up 10 fingers and then quickly replaced those 10 fingers with 7 fingers. 10+7=17! Oh, great job Max! You know how to do math. That's just bloody brilliant! Now I'm making fun of myself using my own sarcasm. What a cruel world it is.

"17?

Fang nodded.

"I see we are still not passed the no talking point except for the part you very kindly and politely introduced me to out neightbors," I said, my voice oozing sarcasm.

He just shrugged.

"Sooooo… Who are you guys, and how long have you been arguing?" I asked, turning back to them.

The boy answered first, "I'm Iggy, but you can call me Prince Charming or The Man of Your Dreams," he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"I'm Nudge…" She was immediately cut off by Iggy's hand before she launched into another rant. Smart Move.

"And we've been arguing for about," Iggy looked at wrist where apparently an imaginary or invisible watch was sitting because his wrist was as bare as a baby's butt," 3 hours, 23 minutes, and 46 seconds. 47 seconds. 48 seconds. 49 seco..."

"Ok! OK! I get it! Jeez! The name's Ride by the way. Maximum Ride, and how did I manage to sleep through all your noise!"

"Oh. I don't know and would you be willing to prove that to me?" Iggy said. His eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. I stared at the smirk; It wasn't as hot as Fang's. Then I realized what he said.

"You sick pervert." I yelled. He started laughing, doubling over and clutching his stomach, and Nudge just looked at Iggy with horror. Then she mouthed the words "help me" to me. One look at Nudge's face and I started cracking up and rolling on the floor.

So right now, we had 2 people having a laughing fest on the floor and 2 people who stared at us with shining eyes. Nudge, of course, wasn't laughing because she was the one stuck with Iggy, and Fang being Fang just looked at us with no expression on his face.

Through my fits of laughter, I finally managed to ask Iggy a question,"How did you know what time it was exactly!"

"It's..." Iggy broke off laughing, "A gift!"

I started laughing even harder, at what, I have no clue. Maybe because I saw Iggy's face. Trust me, he had a very funny face.

If I had not been laughing on the floor and taken the time to stare hard at Fang's face, I would have discovered that there was the teensiest smile adorning his face.

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