Right before Sam slipped away, I said, "Hey, c'mere, I need to confirm something."

Sam eyed me cautiously before edging into the room. He leaned on the wall next to the door. So... his vibes were like, leader, or something. I bet he was... I felt stupid thinking it... Alfa. I calculated the probability of this, but became conscious of Sam saying my name in an irritated tone.

"Max? Are you going to talk or not? Max!" Sam's eyebrows were furrowed in a small amount of anger, I sighed, suddenly having a grin flash across my face.

Let's have a little fun, shall we?

"So, who's house am I in?" I asked, keeping my excitement sealed.

"Seth Clearwater, you saw him just now."

"I know who he is, thanks," I smiled bitterly. Sam's eyes narrowed. "What's Emily's status? Why she's here, y'know, the basics."

Sam visibly stiffened. "Why do you need to know about her?"

"I'll ask the questions. You'll get your chance, trust me."

Sam huffed quietly and nodded, still stiff. "Emily is my fiancee. Seth told her about you when Jacob brought you here, and she came over. She said she was going to make you meals and treak your, erm, wing wound."

My eyes went wide and I gasped, totally pushing my expressionless block away. I jacknifed into a sitting position, and, before Sam knew what was happening, bolted out the door. I nearly kicked the front door off it's hinges as I burst out into the drizzling rain. They had taken my shoes oof, so I was now running over sharp rocks, pointy twigs and whatnot. But no biggie. All I was worried about was getting away from them.

While I was running recklessly, I remembered what Sam had said. "Wing Wound". I'd gotten injured on my wing? When? I didn't remember that at all.... Oh well, I was now running for who knows what and didn't care one bit. I shrugged off the band-aird they'd put on my cuts. Head down, I ran and ran, huffing loudly.

"C'mon, Max, don't stop now! Keep going!" I hissed under my ragged breath. My feet sloshed through mud, and amazingly, the mud was flying everywhere. Into my hair, onto my face, everywhere. I didn't realize until I'd gotten to the cliffs. How sad am I?

Anyway, I leaned slightly over the edge, and ground my teeth, seeing the raging waters below. At that moment, I dunno, I guess my fears... the lies.... they all melted away. My battleground life didn't seem as important. It was what I always had to consider.

Fight or Flight.

All the sound was drowned from my ears. I turned to see wolves, really big wolves, coming to a stop.

If I was going to fight, I'd loose. These were wolves, like Erasers, but not just wolves. Werewolves. There was no way I'd win, in my shape. But I was good enough to fly. Maybe. I didn't know how badly my wing was injured, but I'd say if I couldn't feel it, then it shoulden't be that bad.

Closing my eyes, I put all my bad memories into my vacated mind.

Jeb- my own father betraying me and taking my sweet Angel away.

My sweet Angel- Also betraying me, and then acting as if nothing had happened. Like, "forgive and forget". Well I don't forgive easily, as you know, I never, ever, forget.

A thought suddenly occured to me. You know how your in a life or death situation and you just oddly start thinking? That was one of those moments.

Why does this always happen to me? What had I done? What, did Karma have a personal grudge or something? I'd whoop her butt easy as pie if I could meet that little devil. Making my life a living hell.

And it just wouldn't stop.

Everyone;s expectations. They were too high! "Save the world, Max!" "Be the best, Max!" "Your invincible, Max!"

"Be the Maximum!"

I don't know how, and I don't know when I really cracked, but I did. I snapped. Just like that. As if that one missing peice of the puzzle snapped into place. As if that Rubix cube's last turn had been the correct one, revealing the multicolored walls.

My eyes snapped open, and they narrowed visciously.

The future didn't scare me at all. No, ha, the future was a puddle, compared to my ocean-sized fear.

But the only problem.

What was my fear?

Oh. My. God.

I really shouldn't be this tired! It's pathetic! Oh, my god! I'm being a pathetic little blob, sitting at the computor!

God... I have no idea..... Okay, you'll help me, right? (God I sound like Dora the Explorer!)

'Course you will, if you want me to keep writing. :)

So when you R&R, this time, I want you to tell me.

What's a good idea for the next main idea?

I'm running out. The meter is running low. I'm going INSANE!

Okay. Okay. I'm fine. Don't worry. But can you help a despreat girl out? I'm literally like an empty pot o' Gold. You find me and you're like, "Yay! Pot O' Gold!" Then you look inside and say "This is crap, I'm leaving."

Help!