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Now for business!
Some people thought that It would be weird for Fang to crush on Max, y'know, what with Maya the twin sister and all. Well, I'd like to clear that up this chapter! Point out some differences I should've made clear before.
Fang: Hey! You cluttered up my emo corner! Where am I supposed to go and be all dark and sad that I can't make out with Max all the time now?
Me: Well, there's always the Dark Corner Of Sass…
Fang: No. NO. Remember that one mental image we put there? The one with-
Me: Shh. It's a secret. Anyway, Slight Fax and Eggy this chapter! Read now, or die a painful death.
FangPOV
I looked up as my door flew open, and there was Max, looking thoroughly pissed. I hope it's not at me… "What did I do this time?" I asked, confused.
She shut the door behind her and came over to sit on my bed. "I can't take this anymore!" she growled. "Not knowing. Who was she? Dammit, Fang, I need to find out."
Well, this is awkward. Why does she want to know so badly?
"Give me one reason why I should tell you anything," I said calmly, keeping my expression blank, as always. I knew who she wanted to know about.
"Because… I'll make you a trade. Secret for a secret." For a moment, I thought I saw a smug smile on her face- and something almost… devious? Huh.
"You have me there," I said, shrugging. Max couldn't even guess how much I wanted to know about her- so I guess I'm a hypocrite, then.
"But one thing- you have to go first," she said firmly. I'm suspicious now.
"Wh-"
"Do it."
I know that tone; it's the you will regret not doing exactly as I say tone. I closed my eyes and began, my voice almost inaudible. She never said I had to make it easy for her.
"Maya was my sister. My twin sister." I felt a sad half-smile cross my face at the memory of her, her laugh and her smile. "She was… always there. Always. She brought me back down to earth when I needed it."
I opened my eyes then, seeing Max's intrigued face, er eyes looking softer than usual. "She looked a lot like you, you know," I continued quietly. "But there's… changes, when you look from her face to yours." My hand reached out and touched the smooth skin of Max's face, sweeping the hair out of her eyes. "Your eyes, for one. Hers were green, and yours are... brown," I murmured. There was so much more to Max's eyes than just 'brown'. "Your noses; yours is a little crooked, like someone broke it a few times." My fingers lightly brushed said nose, feeling the little imperfections that were, undoubtedly, there. And what surprised me was that she let me touch her.
"I can't say that didn't happen," she agreed softly.
"And don't even get me started on the personalities," I said, withdrawing my hand and suddenly smirking. "You're everything she's not. Poor girl couldn't throw a punch for her life. Sarcasm? She wasn't the best at it."
"How did she d-"
"I think it's your turn now," I said, cutting her off, my voice suddenly cold. That was not something I was ready to discuss with her yet. She looked a little bit shocked, but then she put up the wall again, the one in her eyes it was impossible to see past.
"Well then," she whispered, leaning a little bit closer. "My secret is… I have a deep hatred for 80's music!" She jumped up and ran out of the room.
"MAX!" I yelled, my voice black with fury, bolting after her. Seriously?
"I NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT IT WAS ABOUT, ONLY THAT IT WAS A SECRET!"
"YOU. ARE. GOING. TO. PAY!"
IggyPOV
Current status of the household:
Max and Fang? Locked in their rooms by Dr Martinez. Mostly for Max's safety. What happened, we don't know- they won't tell us, but Fang is absolutely furious with Max. We keep hearing random crashes from his room.
Gazzy and Angel? Gazzy's probably corrupting her mind with his evil, evil schemes. Not saying that I'm not guilty oft he same crime, but...
Ella is upstairs, tending to… It. And I have to cook It lunch.
You see, ever since Nudge freaking tripped and fell down the stairs a few days ago, she has become a bitchy monster who can't do anything for herself. She hates being stuck in bed most of the time, except for when we have 'school.' (Speaking of that, Max the Totally Jealous and In Denial is going to snap any day now. Brigid had better watch out.)
So here I am, in the kitchen, making her a grilled cheese and tomato soup. Luckily for me, Ella gets most of her random demands, like juice. So I don't have to go traipsing up and down the stairs.
Suddenly, my head came in contact with the extremely hard corner of the cabinet door. I tried not to yell in pain- that really hurt. So I settled for cursing under my breath, profanities that would have Angel scarred for life if she heard them.
If I wasn't blind, I would've been able too see that coming. If it weren't for my parents, I would still be able to see.
You know how my parents were both insane crackheads? And when I say insane, I mean literally insane. Just… evil. They did bad things when they were high, or drunk. Really bad. They abused us sometimes, and one time, I took a hit for Angel- they were mad because she broke something accidentally- and they got so pissed at me, you know what they did? You know what they did?
They freaking spiked my drink with methanol. (I did my homework on this one... This could actually happen.)
Methylated alcohol- yes, I can pronounce these fancy words, pyros have to know their chemicals- has methanol in it. As little as ten milliliters of that stuff will make you blind- and a hundred can be fatal. They just got a hold of the water I happened to be drinking at the time.
The toxic effects can take a few hours to start, so I didn't notice right away. I knew that my water tasted funny, but it looked fine- methanol is clear, you know. And besides, we didn't exactly have the best drinking water, being poor, so it always tasted a little off.
But hours later, I was fully blind. I couldn't see a thing. I knew it was them. Who else? If I'd been older at the time, I wouldn't have drunk the water. Probably. But at the time, I was only ten, as was Gazzy- Ange was four. Four years old.
I made sure she would never know what happened. She'd blame herself, I knew.
Anyway.
"Hey Ig," sighed Ella, walking into the kitchen as I cooked. "She wants another Cola. How can she even drink this much?"
I was pulled out of my reverie by her voice. "Oh, um, hey," I stuttered. "I guess she's just… Nudge. How can she talk that fast is my question."
We were both awkwardly silent as she rummaged around in the fridge. "Damn, we're all out," she groaned. "Nudge isn't gonna be happy." I suddenly felt a pair of eyes trained on me. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah… I… I'm fine," I mumbled.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep."
I heard her quick, light footsteps head my way, and suddenly felt a reassuring squeeze on my hand. Ella's skin was soft, really soft to my sensitive touch.
And all of a sudden, the warmth was gone, and she was leaving. "Don't think about it too hard, whatever it is," she called back to me. I just stood there in shock.
You know, Ella isn't half bad...
ThirdPersonPOV
"Where's the damn information?" the man growled, a shadow from his hood falling across his face so that you couldn't see his eyes or nose.
His associate scuttled back at his tone. "Sorry, boss! I tried, but-"
"I need that kid's file!" the hooded man spat. "You've disappointed me for the last time, Donovan." And with that, he stepped forward and had a knife at the other's throat in a second.
"No! Please! I-" the weaker man was cut off as the blade plunged into his skin.
The hooded man gave a twisted smile, throwing the body to the ground. He would get this kid, no matter how many lives he had to go through first.
What he started, he always finished. Always.
And Sam returns! Oooh, scary. I hoped you guys liked that 'lil bit of Eggy there.
But what I really want to know is, when Max find out Fang's secret? I want to do it soon, but I feel like I'm rushing this so let me know!
Fang: Now get out of here and review.
Me: Hey, I need them to love me- don't be rude. But please review.
-Sierra