Okay guys, sorry for the wait. I'm typing this on my phone right now, on my way to my grandparent's about two hours away from my house. (Ugh.)

Anyways, I took all of your votes, and since I always think that everyone's opinions matter, I combined them. HOWEVER, since most of you wanted the Flock to be reunited with Max already, I am going to have a sooner ending. (About chapter 8 or 9). And, there is going to be A LOT of action and a few flashbacks that will contain FAX and details. Ahhh, don't worry, I promise that you'll like the next few chapters.


Chapter 6

Fang's POV

I had just put the kids to bed in a hut not too far from mine. In all, in these ruins, there were twenty different huts that were small enough to be bedrooms, and three others that were about the size of school auditoriums. In the twenty huts that were bedroom-sized, about ten of them were burnt and smelled faintly of fire. They were in the front of the site, and the ones that were left un-touched were in the way back. I walked around the site again, taking a look at one of the auditorium rooms, which had wooden tables.

A mess hall?, I thought, pulling up a small stool. I put my head in my hands, needing to think. How could I have been so stupid? Of course Max wasn't killed by a rabid animal, she would have screamed or thrown them off. Why did I just jump to conclusions? I groaned and hit my head repeatedly with my hand.

Now she hates us. I thought bitterly. Actually, I added, She hates me.


Max's POV

I took flight at 5 AM. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to stretch my wings and get away. It was scary how much of an impact Fang has on me still.

It isn't fair, I said to myself, my eyes focused on some houses below. They take everything for granted, parents, clothes, shelter, and they never know what its like to be an experiment that no one knows exist.

Life isn't fair, Max, I replied to myself, pretending to be the Voice. It wasn't the same. I needed something to tell me what to do. I was suppose to get my revenge back on the Flock, not become all memory-remembering, sad, and stupid. How could I let something so small make my heart just freeze and my brain stimulate all the old times we had before?

I looked down and saw some trees, dead tired for mentally putting myself down.

"Maybe I should forgive and forget," I murmured, hoping for the revenge feeling just to return. It didn't. I was empty, the hallow feeling making my head hurt.

Flashback --

I was sitting at my Mom's house, watching the oven. There were, you guessed it, cookies inside the magical thing, and I was mesmerized by how it made the lumps of dough flatten and form into a cookie.

"Boo." Fang said, grabbing my shoulders. I jumped, and then turned around to glare at those deep, chocolate-brown eyes.

"I'm going to kill you if you do that ever again," I threatened, getting out of the chair. My peace was disturbed, and I needed to find somewhere else to sit down.

"Good," Fang said, looking at the now empty seat. "Now I can have the first look at which cookies are the biggest."

I gave him a death glare, and raced him back to where I was sitting. I had gotten there first, but suddenly I was lifted into the air and placed on top of Fang's lap.

Oh good lord.

"Fang, let me up," I said in my no-nonsense tone. I fumbled with his hands that acted like a seat belt to keep me where I was. I eventually gave up and just waited for him to declare what he wanted.

"So, Max, how was your day?"

I glanced down at his hands before answering, "Fine." I looked down again and murmured, "Until now."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh nothing, Fangy-poo." If that didn't make him crack, nothing would.

"That's better." He said, resting his chin on my head. I rolled my eyes and huffed. He was so dead.

"Isn't this fun?" he said sarcastically, enjoying it. I looked at my forehead and saw Fang looking down at me with that gleam in his eyes that said he would be smiling if he didn't act like a non-emotional ghost.

"Sure." I said, messing around with his hands again. He suddenly grabbed them and turned me around.

"How in the hell did you do that?" I asked, eyes scanning the tiled kitchen floor.

"I got skills." Fang asnwered matter-of-factly.

"Your so full of it," I said, wiggling my fingers to try to flex out of his iron grip. He just moved his grip to my wrist. Oh great.

"Just be quiet," he whispered, leaning closer. Oh no, no, no, no. I tried to move my face away, but I didn't want to fall. Not that I would have, with this guy's grip. "Don't run away," he chuckled, just a centim--

His lips pressed against mine, just as the damn cookie timer went off. But the kiss wasn't broken. A few minutes and some golden-brown amazing things I call chocolate chip cookies later, we were out of Mom's house and flying off, the Flock included.

-- End Flashback.

I was scared to land, to leave my brain un-busy. There was nothing between me and Fang, and yet it just kept coming back.

Maybe there is something, someone said.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Voice?" I asked aloud.

How are you, Maximum?


How'd you like? I got some Fax in there! I'm a genius!

Hah. I crack myself up.

Anyways, just click review and hope for an update soon! (The more reviews, the sooner I get the motivation to write.)

Thanks!

-Mare
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