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OKAY FIRST OFF! AnikaandAj, bc u brought up a good point; but its not that Max DOESN'T know Fang at all. Since the school screwed up on Max's clone, Fang's clone has been more perfected, plus remember that Fang 2 has been watching how they all act for 6 months, as mentioned in previous chapters. Just clearing this up, and also to remind all o ya'll who think the same thing as Anika: Fang 2 was only switched with Fang only 2 days ago…so he hasn't really had enough time to screw up.
At the same time, I appreciate this type of review (for not totally blowing me off =_=) so I can fix what's up. :P
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DEDICATED TO MUSICJUNKIES.87 for a sweet review. ^_^ made me smiiilllllle. XP
OH! AND KALIANNA LORALEI got Max's new power right. ^^. Do u by any chance watch CHARMED? :D
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F2POV
I woke early, stepping out onto the balcony to call the Director. "Everything's well," I reported, "Max has gone through the transforma—"
"She was here," He interrupted.
"What? But Sir, that's not possible. She was next to me the entire night!" I argued.
Pause. "Are you sure?"
"Positive, sir."
He chuckled, surprising me. "Well then. I guess Max really has got it all; she's a Contractor, she's got super speed, and now it seems she's developing Astral Projection. The ability to be in two places at once." I heard him sigh. "Well, Fang, if she ends up Astral Projecting again, I want you to Blink you're way to her, wherever she is; I don't care if she's in a volcano, you bring her back. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, sir." I clicked the phone off. Guess I have some competition. I can Blink, she can Astral Project. Both involve going to the place of thought, except she gets to be in two places at once.
How…annoying. Sigh. I guess I should bring Bane back, again.
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MPOV
He was backing me into a wall, step by step. I couldn't attack him; the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I had to figure out a way around this. Had to break through to him, to his mind. Snap him out of it all.
But It was so easy for him, right now—pushing me back, back back…. It only made me wonder if, just maybe—
No; this was Fang. He wouldn't purposely do this to me, now, would he?
I just didn't get it.
Suddenly his fist came flying towards my face, and I ducked—just in time to feel the air brush against my cheek as his fist flew by.
"Fang, Stop it!"
That didn't stop him, though. As soon as his fist missed my face, he grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me up against the wall, creating a web of cracks on its surface.
I yelped in pain and winced, looking up at him in confusion. "Why are you doing this?" I whispered. "Please stop. Do you even know what you've done so far?" I glanced over to the side of the room, where Iggy lay, out cold.
"I haven't even started," he growled. Then he smirked. "What's a matter, Max? You don't love me anymore?"
The dream replayed over and over again in my mind, making my jumpy, nervous, and sluggish all day. Adding in a hectic morning for the flock didn't make it any easier.
Apparently last night when I had blacked out, the kids were wide awake and refused to go to sleep because they wanted me to wake up. Fang, being the idiot he is (at least lately), went out and got them all Mountain Dew. Lots and lots of Mountain Dew. I figured they'd stay awake because of the caffine and sugar, and then pass out because they're so hyper, using up all their energy. He KNOWS that in past times, they have taken houurrs to go to sleep!
…Like I said, they passed out. But the bummer now is that they wake up with so much energy! Too much! I'm gonna go mad…
We're all trying to get ready to go out someplace to practice with our abilities; Fang said he spotted a clearing on the way here, near the mountains.
I collapsed onto a couch, exhausted. Gazzy plopped down next to me and I heard Iggy cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast. I grinned tiredly at the Gasman. "Hey, Gazzy."
"You look tired, Max." He commented.
I just ruffled his hair and opened my mouth when Angel flew past me, literally, with Nudge right behind her, both of them flying up to the second floor. "Hey!" I called. "Take the stairs!" they didn't hear me. "Guys, I'm telling you! No flying in the rooms!" Not only that, but we have floor to ceiling windows, people! Why not BROADCAST IT to the entire New York City?
I let out an angry, tired breath when they giggled, still not hearing me.
"Guys!—" I started, standing up. Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of the second floor, staring at Nudge and Angel in front of me; they gaped back at me, shock written all over their faces.
"Right…"Nudge breathed.
"No, flying…." Ange added with wide eyes.
How did I get up here so fast? I didn't even move! And now I'm…on the next floor?
"Max? MAX! HELLO! WAKE UP, MAX!" Gazzy yelled, downstairs.
I rolled my eyes and called out, "What are you talking about, Gazzy?" I ran over to the railing and peered down at the living room, where Gazzy still sat. I'm—" I gasped, seeing ME still down there; standing up, shoulders slumped, head down, I looked like I was sleeping, only—well—I was on my feet.
Gazzy looked up in surprise. "Max? But—"
Iggy reentered the room from the kitchen. "What's going on?" he asked.
Fang also appeared downstairs, walking away from the direction of the door.
Wait. Fang—wasn't he still in our room? I'm still on the bedroom level, and I haven't seen him exit!
He interrupted my thoughts. "Max?" Fang asked, looking at both me's….me up here, and me down there….
"I have no idea what just happened… I mean…" I started.
"What's Astral Projection, Fang?" Angel asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
Fang looked startled, but quickly changed expressions. "Uh, well, that's when one person can be in two places at once….and that's—if I'm right—that's what Max is doing right now."
"But—" I gasped and was cut off as I felt a sudden surge. A burst of energy.
I blinked and took a deep breath, then looked around and realized I was thrust back into the other me, on the first floor. I shook my head a couple times. "Whoa."
"That was pretty cool, Max." Gazzy grinned up at me.
I sat down, still dizzy. "Well, I did feel like I wanted to be in two places at once…."
"So….two Max's?" Iggy asked after a few moments of silence.
"Well, I think there's two of me," I said, unsure.
"Great. Two Max's." Iggy muttered, ducking as I threw a pillow at him.
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Throughout the entire day, I still felt all nervous and uncomfortable. Like someone was watching me.
Even when we went out to a clearing to practice our powers, the feeling still stuck.
Fang just said, "Must be because of your new power."
I narrowed my eyes at him.
As I watched the others practice their new abilities (all pretty much getting the hang of it, with the exception of Iggy, who was sitting against a tree in defeat; I was a little worried that he had given up so fast.), I began to think about Fang. And the Dream. Fang and the Dream.
I didn't really know what to make of it all. I couldn't find any reason for Fang's...our of normal behavior.
I mean, c'mon. My right hand man, flying on my left; him constantly kissing me (or at least, trying to); the fact that he knew so much about all of our powers, and that he had kept his own hidden from us for all these years—I didn't get most of it, but I didn't see any reason for Fang just having a couple of off days...
…right? I mean, it CAN happen….right?
It sounded as if the Voice chuckled, startling me.
Oh, please, Max. Stop trying to convince yourself.
I rolled my eyes. What do you want now? I believe whatever I think is my business.
You wish it was like that. It's not like I have a choice on whether or not I'm stuck in your head.
Yea, right. At least you can leave when you want. Speaking of, why don't you do that? Now's the perfect time.
Can't.
WHY NOT?
Because if I did, I'd be letting you make a terrible mistake you'd completely regret.
Oh YEAH? Hm. Kinda interesting. How bout you tell me what that little mistake may be? I asked, pressing for information.
Can't.
….. You are awfully stubborn, Voice.
You know I never tell you these things directly.
Boy, is that the truth. I grumbled back. Fortune-cookie crap, much?
Just think, Max. Think about your dream.
Pause. Okay, I thought about it. So what?
Your neck was marked.
….Yeah, so?
Therefore it was real, was it not?
God, it is so pushy! I guess so! But it makes absolutely no sense at all! I mean, Fang was there, beaten bloody! But I woke up, and there he was, perfectly fine.
Say that again.
What? "There he was"?
No, after that.
…"fine"?
Gosh, Maximum! BEFORE "FINE"!
Perfectly?
Now, drop the "ly" in perfectly.
I think I know how to spell, Voice. SO what. Perfect. Okay, what's your point, here?
I swear to God I felt it smile. How creepy. I believe my work here is done.
Wait a minute! What's that supposed to mean? What about my terrible mistake that I'll totally regret?
…
HELLO?
Gee, thanks, Voice. Talk about "Ding-Dong-Ditch"…
"Max! Aw, C'mon, Honey! You need to practice!" Fang interrupted my thoughts, running over.
I froze in total shock and stared at him. "What did you call me?" I noticed Iggy perk up from the corner. Angel was watching Gazzy and Nudge battle out, light vs. electricity, but I saw her glance at Fang and I from the corner of her eye.
He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "'Max'?"
"No, after that…" I felt like the Voice, now, during our conversation.
"Oh." He shot me a smile. "I can't call you Honey?"
Honey. That's it. That's everything I needed to hear now.
I smiled back, forcefully. "Of course you can. Honey's perfectly fine."
I just received all the information I needed.
Thank you, Voice. It makes PERFECT sense now.
Why did the Voice press me on using the word perfect?
Perfect. Fang is most definitely not perfect.
And yet, the one in front of me seems to do everything TOO perfectly. 'Fang' is trying too hard to be perfect, that he's messing up entirely. I cannot believe I'm only noticing this now.
You may be thinking, 'PSSHHHH, C'mon, Max! That's the most unreasonable thing in the WORLD to accuse Fang of!'
Not really. Sure, it's picky, but not completely unreasonable.
Because I have a reason Number 2: He called me Honey.
Honey.
Not only would he absolutely never call me Honey, because that is so not his style, but Honey was a codename. A secret word that Fang and I developed. If either one of us were in trouble, (say, taken hostage or something) and we were somehow able to contact the other, even for two seconds on the phone on just a text message, all we need to say is "Honey".
It's short, simple, and sweet.
And Fang just used it. In front of me, with no such danger or trouble at all.
Something was wrong, and I think I figured out what it was.
I think that maybe, just maybe, my 'Honey' was NOT who I thought he was…!
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HAH. I told you so, I told you so, i TOLD. U. SO. Are you guys HAPPIER now that I made Fang screw up? XP
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