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Re-cap

It was Fang. The Fang that always had my back, no matter what. The Fang that I counted as my brother. The Fang who had broken through an abandoned 7 year-old's emotional barriers. Well guess what?

Those walls were going back up.


I slowly closed the laptop and sat up. I needed to get the kids away from him. I almost cringed when I thought about him.

Almost.

I softly whispered in each of the kids' ears, telling them to wait for me in the hotel lounge. They trusted me enough to groggily get up and waddle downstairs. When all of them had been herded out, I shut the door and locked it. I heard a voice in my ear,

"I didn't know you were into me like that, Max."

I slowly turned around, and he was so close that I could feel his minty breath on my face. But this time, I wasn't blushing. I put on my I-hate-you-why-don't-you-just-go-jump-off-a-boat-into-shark-infested-waters glare. It was pretty dark, with only the moonlight filtering through the curtains, so Fang couldn't fully appreciate the hatred written all over my features. But he could hear it laced through my ice-cold tone.

"You're right. You don't know a lot of things, Fang." I spat out his name like it was burning my mouth. "But the fact is, I know even less."

Fang took a step back, confused.

"What are you talking about Max?"

I continued like he hadn't spoken.

"How about you explain to me why I've been so stupid? Why I didn't know exactly what you were? How the hell I didn't realize I was living with a freaking murderer?" I had meant to keep my dignity, but by the time I said 'murderer' I was screaming.

I could tell I had hit the mark, because I could see him pale under the beam of moonlight that had conveniently hit his face. He sighed in defeat and tried to take my hands, but I snatched them away like he had the Plague.

"Max, can you just let me expla-"

"What is there to explain? 'Oh Max, I forgot to tell you, but I've been a freaking assassin for the past 3 years! It must have slipped my mind. So can you please forgive me?'" I stopped, breathless from shouting. I lowered my voice to a whisper, "I'm sorry Fang, but that's just not how it works." I tried turned away, but Fang grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

"I did it for all of us!" He yelled. "Where do think I learned how to fight? Did you think I just looked up kung-fu videos on Youtube?" He paused, and then spoke with intense conviction, "Itex isn't bad, Max. We're the good guys."

My face immediately twisted into a bitter smirk.

"Is that what you think?"

Turning 180 degrees, I snatched the laptop off of the bed and opened it for him to see. I showed him some of the pictures I had seen, and he swallowed. They gradually became worse and that's when he snapped the screen down.

"How do you know that's even true? The government could be lying you know. It's not like they haven't before."

I stared at him with a triumphant grin on my face. I'd lived with him for years. I knew when he was in denial. He didn't want to face it.

"Oh really? What about this then?" I went back to Angel and Gazzy's parents' profile. When Fang saw them, he gaped.

"Is that-"

"Yes." I cut him off, and scrolled down. "Look."

I watched him read the TERMINATED, and I pointed to the cause of death. His eyes widen slightly, then assume their bored expression.

"You know," I pretended to contemplate something, "I bet the government lied about this too!" I said sarcastically. I felt so angry, hurt, and betrayed. I wanted him to hurt too. I wanted to wipe that stupid, nonchalant expression off his face. I continued with my sarcasm,

"I think I just had an epiphany. You wanted us to learn how to fight? You have the money and the resources. You could have gotten us all private lessons." I laughed mirthlessly, "Admit it. You just can't accept the fact that you're not a hero. Little Fangy, saving the da-"

"Shut up!" Fang yelled, looking down at the floor. "Please just, shut up."

If you know me, you know that nobody can tell me what to do. Especially a backstabbing, ex-best friend named Fang.

"You obviously have some unresolved issues revolving around this subject. Why don't we ring up Dr. Phil?" I smiled cheekily.

Fang ignored me, pacing the floor. After about ten minutes, he snapped out of his reverie. He roamed the room, putting his things in a backpack. It took me about 2 seconds to realize he was leaving.

"So you're ditching us to go kill more people?" I asked casually.

"Oh, I'm sure you can handle it." He said breezily, moving past me to grab toiletries. "You are, after all, the Great Maximum Ride."

I had always prided myself in knowing what was up, so discovering my naivety rattled me. I couldn't take it. Finding out that my best frien- scratch that, ex-best friend, had been lying to me for 3 years, was like being punched in the gut. My world was crumbling. I was vulnerable. A feeling I hadn't experienced since my drug-infested, screwed up excuse for a mom had dumped me in an orphanage. And it scared me. Right then, I had never hated anybody so much as I did Fang.

"So Max, I suppose this is goodb-"

I swung back and punched him in the face. He staggered, but remained standing. I punched him again, harder. He was still standing, if only barely, so I pushed him to the ground. That's when I realized he wasn't doing anything about it. He could have easily blocked my hits from the start.

"Fight back!" I yelled, breathing heavily, "Can't you hit a girl?" He was just lying there, not doing anything. I was raining down hit after hit- pouring out all the betrayal and pain I had gone through in the last 10 minutes. I knew I would regret this later. It felt like I was abusing a puppy. I felt like a monster.

"Hit me back!" My voice cracked at the end, denoting how hysterical I was. My vision was growing blurry. But I would not let him see me cry. I would not let this murderer watch me break. I looked up at the ceiling, blinking back my tears. I heard Fang slowly get up, using the bed as support. He slowly walked over to me, and I waited for his retaliation. I stared at him defiantly, anticipating the pain.

He pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head. The moment was so familiar; like something out of a far-away dream. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to look at Fang, and not have my brain scream TRAITOR. I wanted to go back to how it used to be. But I've painfully learned that you can't always get what you want.

"I'm so sorry, Maximum. One day you'll understand."

I closed my eyes and didn't respond, feeling as if 5 million pounds had just been dumped on my shoulders. I heard the door click.

That was when I broke down.


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