Okay, last night, the Sandy blew past us. Thank God. No, I am not blaspheming, I really mean thank God. As for those who lost people and/or homes to the storm, keep them in your prayers. And I have decided to make this a Fax story. I will write a different Miggy story. I ship both. Fax firstly, but my secondary is Miggy.
Max was choking on the Gasman's little... present.
"Who's laughing now?" I asked sharply. She glared at me while choking, and as scary as her glare is, it was hilarious to see her glare while she was gagging.
I felt a tap behind me and then Iggy punched my gut.
"Don't pick on Max," he said, "If she can't defend herself then we're always there for each other. Got that?"
"Geez dude," I said, "I was teasing, not picking on. What, did you think I was going to hit her or something? I was just teasing her!"
"Igs," came Max's voice, "Leave him alone. He didn't do anything wrong by his standards. Just know Nick," Ouch, my real name, "On the streets, that kind of thing wouldn't be tolerated. You would be flattened in a matter of seconds for saying something like that. Just keep your words to yourself."
"Okay," I said, "You don't need to try and kill me!"
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead," she said.
"You are way smaller than me and I have more muscle than you. I highly doubt that."
"And I also have fought on the streets, have fought against guys with knives, and been shot. Who's gonna win now?"
"Fine then," I said. We went outside and within minutes I was on the ground with a dislocated shoulder, a broken nose, and possibly a few broken ribs. She's good.
When we started, Iggy backed away. Max didn't charge me, instead I went toward her. She ducked and I thought she was just making it easier for me. As I was about to hit her, she launched up with her hands above her head, hitting my stomach and then adding extra impact when her head met her hands. I grabbed a stick that was nearby, hoping to use it as a weapon. I managed to clip the side of her head with it, but she didn't seem fazed. In fact, she just punched my nose. When I shot my hands up to my nose, forgetting to protect my ribs, she launched a hard kick to my chest. I swear that girl is superhuman. When I went after her again in a blinding rage, she grabbed my shoulder and twisted harshly, but not enough to break my arm. Instead it popped out of place.
Needless to say, when we went in Mom started freaking out.
"What happened Fang? Why is your nose bleeding?"
"Don't worry about him Dr. M," Max said, "Head wounds always bleed a lot."
I shot her a glare, and then saw that I had inflicted a pretty decent cut with the stick. Mom didn't look over, instead she was popping my shoulder back into place. It hurt, but I was to worried about Max to notice. She had been applying pressure for a while, but the bleeding seemed to only worsen, not get any better, I saw her walk over and lean against the wall non-chalantely, though I could see pain, and unrest, written on her face. She swayed a bit, but Mom was going to get some first-aid stuff. I walked over to her and leaned her against me, she started swaying a bit less once she had something to lean on. Acting on impulse, I pulled her hand away from her head. The cut was nasty, I guess I didn't realize how badly I had hit her when we were fighting. The cut was also a bit deep. Just as I let her hand go, she fell forward. I caught her and took her into the bathroom to wash her cut off. When I washed the excess blood off, it looked even worse.
"Mom!"
"Yes!"
"Hurry up with the first-aid stuff!"
"Why?!" she asked. She rushed in to see Max's blood covered hands and the cut on her head. Iggy came in and started silently fuming. I don't know what his problem was. I mean, Max wanted to fight, she could have easily said no.
When I left, Iggy rounded on me.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" he whisper-yelled.
"Nothing," I said, "We were fighting and I scratched her with a stick. I didn't mean to get her that badly!"
He glared at me and then stormed off. When Mom came out, she said that Max would be alright, though she might be unconcsious for a while. It's awesome having a mom who can take care of injuries.
I chilled out, until I felt something cold being poured down my back.
"WHAT THE HE-"
"Calm down," Max said, "That's just payback for scratching my face so badly."
I rolled my eyes and then she glared at me. I must admit, she had a sexy glare. I did not just think that. You didn't hear that.
Yes I did, Angel said in my head. I sent her multiple threats through telepathic-whatever and then she squeaked. Max and I talked for a while and then moved on to watching some horror movie. For some reason, she didn't get freaked out when the guy took a chainsaw to the girl.
"That girl is such an idiot!" she said, "Why didn't she just open the door and bolt!?"
"You seriously side with the serial killer? You're the first girl I've ever met that likes the serial killer."
"Well what can I say? He's pretty awesome. And the way he wields that chainsaw?! No way is THAT thing getting knocked out of HIS hands."
I chuckled a bit, she had a good sense of humor and a good point. The guy had a death grip on the chainsaw.
