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Fang's POV

I crashed into Edward's chest with all the angst, fury, and heartbreak that shot through my fingertips. Everything that I've been through went into that rush. All of the pain and suffering me and the flock have been through.

The School pushing us over the limits of our capabilities.

The Erasers picking us apart in the fields as if we were dogs.

Max dying.

We both hurtled into the wall, and his back hit the plaster with a dull thud, cracking it in half like it was a freaking saltine cracker. My eyes widened in surprise. What were these freaks made out of? Rocks?

Without thinking, I pulled my fist back, and aimed a punch at his kidney.

And suddenly, I was plunging through the air, and collided into the sofa, tipping it over. For a second I just laid on the floor, groaning. It was like I was hit by a rocket. Then putting my hands under me, I pushed myself up, moaning as I stood shakily. Something warm was trickling down the side of my face.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Nudge screamed furiously at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Edward appeared a few feet away from me. His hand was pulled back, but his eyes held nothing of pain. Just as he threw the punch, I instinctively ducked, and tackled him. He sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily. I sprang to my feet. He was already standing, his legs braced, his hands clenched.

"I don't want to fight you, Fang!" he yelled.

"Too late." I said, and aimed a roundhouse kick to his stomach. He seemed to be ready. He grabbed my left foot, and twisted hard. I heard it snap before the pain welled up the side of my leg.

He dropped it, and I almost collapsed on the floor. But I caught myself and remained upright. I staggered and almost fell again. Groaning, I fought to remain standing as I started limping toward him, while muttering profanities; bloodlust in my eyes. Edward looked like he felt bad for breaking my freaking leg, the idiot; he seemed concerned.

"You're dead." I spat as I got closer. Something flashed in his eyes.

"Fang, seriously—" Iggy started to say.

"What? What is it you want me to do? You want me to sit and calm down?" I roared. Iggy flinched, but I ignored it. "Look what these bloodsuckers did to Max! Last night, everything was fine until those two," I pointed at Edward and Alice, who stared back, horrified, "showed up and killed her!"

"She isn't dead…" Alice's voice trailed off as I turned toward her.

"She's just as good as! I don't know what she'll turn into, okay? I get that. But I know being a vampire some kind of nirvana and crap!" I started limping toward her. "If she makes it through this healing crap alive, the flock will still be able to know whether it's her or not. I'll know whether Max isn't really a freak, if she's who she is, or if it's some monster going for the kill." I got right into her face. "I don't know who you guys are. You may be almost human. You might have feelings. You may want to, what was the phrase? Oh yeah, 'help' humans and all, but I'm not buying it.

"You have no idea what you've done to these kids." I seethed. "No idea." I leaned on my right leg, and felt my arm throb heavily. I guess one bone and some deep cut by my temple just wasn't enough.

Edward looked at me impassively. "Yes, I do. I know more than what you've ever seen."

This time I started to laugh. It didn't sound normal. "Do you think for one second that you've seen more than I've seen?" I gestured at Angel. "Angel's been through a hell of a lot more than you have, and she's only six-years-old!" Yelling, I limped over to them. "Iggy's blind! He's as old as I am, he's only fourteen, I'm only fourteen, and he can't even freaking see! Have any of you been through that? Have any of you seen what we've seen? I don't think so."

Edward strode over toward me, his black eyes ablaze. "Tell me, Fang, have you ever killed someone? Those Erasers you constantly duel with, have you ever actually killed one?" I stared back at him, stunned. I thought they didn't kill people. So now he was lying? Or worse, was he telling the truth?

What was I supposed to believe anymore? Avian hybrids coming back to life, vampires? What next, a werewolf? I wouldn't be surprised.

He towered over me, his jaw clenched, his face tortured. "Do you know what the people around you are thinking, Fang? Do you wish to know what Max was thinking, sometimes?" I flinched. He smiled softly, but his eyes were still pained. Suddenly, he swiveled his head toward the doctor.

"I know what I'm doing, Carlisle." The doctor nodded, and turned toward me again.

So did Edward. He studied at me for a second, and said, "Do you know what it feels like to have a million voices in your head? But they're not your own?" I didn't say anything. "It's like having numerous radios on at different stations. And suddenly it's like your not who you think you are. Voices and thoughts you'd never think just appear in your head sometimes, and you can't stop it. Suddenly you feel things you would never feel, see things you'd never with to see, you hear things. Different problems, horrors, deaths, nightmares."

I stared back at him, trying to keep my emotions in check. So vampires could read minds now? I looked at Angel, but she just stared at the ceiling, completely still. My leg throbbed like mad.

I turned back to Edward, who looked a little crazed. He shook his head a little, and looked so hurt I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "Have you…" He hesitated. "Have you ever loved someone?"

"Yes." I snapped instantly. What kind of question was that? Of course I do. I love the flock. If the vampire could read minds he wouldn't be asking stupid questions. But I had a hunch that wasn't what he meant.

"I'm talking about Max, Fang."

"What about her?" My alert went to a black, which is pretty serious.

"How far would you go to make safe?"

I was instantly serious. "I'd die for her."

He shook his head. "You don't know that. You can't know that." He looked at me like I was five or something.

I took a step forward. "You wanna bet?" I said menacingly. I morphed my face into a sneer.

"Do you ever want to kill her?" he pressed on.

"What kind of question is that?" I said sarcastically. "Of course I don't want to kill her. I wouldn't even think about that." But with a pang, I remembered Max asking me to 'do what was neccesary' if she turned bad. What if I had to do it? To save the flock? I couldn't think about it.

I felt like the devil or something, hurting this guy so badly. I could see his eyes flicker, his shoulders jerk minutely every time I threw something at him. I didn't like what I was saying. It wasn't me. But why couldn't this guy understand what's happened to us? Why couldn't they just leave us alone? Why did he hurt Max and turn her into a leech addict? My forgiveness crashed down. I went on. "And if you want to kill—what was her name—Bella, was it? —why don't you just get it over with? 'Cause you know what? I don't think you would even care—don't touch me!"

Edward appeared in front of me at an instant, and grabbed my shirt collar. I struggled, trying to throw myself off, when he leaned in very close. His eyes looked deadly. "I wouldn't kill her. I don't care how good her blood smells. I love her, and I'm not going to let her die for any reason, especially by me. I love her as much as you love Max, and I'm not a killer." His voice turned into a menacing whisper.

And suddenly, he spun around, and the momentum made me fly into the wall. My head glanced off of it, and I slid on the floor, groaning. My head throbbed like hell. I tried to push myself up, but fell back down.

Edward was frozen. He blinked, and said softly,"I got carried away." He looked toward me, and started toward me. "I'm sorry—"

"The difference," I interrupted as I struggled to rise, "between you and me, is that I would get away from Max if some deranged part of me wanted to hurt her. But you," I rose shakily on my feet, and snapped open my wings for balance, "would rather make yourself happy by cuddling with your sweetheart while you have an undying urge to kill her."

Edward was speechless. Staggering back, and shaking his head frantically, he muttered, "No, no, no, no…"

And with that I stood up, and said, "I'll be back in a while. And you," I turned toward Alice, "Don't let that thing," I pointed at Edward, "near Max." Alice seemed more human than any of these freaks. I couldn't trust her, but she was the closest thing to it. She didn't answer.

I started hobbling toward the door, and the rest followed me.

Iggy's POV

I felt Fang's movement as he limped toward the door, and I turned to follow. Nudge held my hand, which was shaking badly. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed it.

The things going on in my head made me feel like an overflowed box. I could still hear Max screaming inside my mind, and it made my throat clench.

"Angel," I heard Fang say, "Do you have to look at someone to know what they're thinking?"

"No." Her voice shook.

"How far can you go and still read someone's mind?" he said urgently.

"Um…maybe two or three miles?"

"That's probably Edward's capability. Only about one or two miles, maybe three." He mused.

"Could someone tell me what's happening?" I asked. "Not to be touchy, or anything." I added on sarcastically.

"There was a house off the beaten track that me and Max saw on our recon." Fang said swiftly. "It's the perfect place to hunker down."

"But what about Max??" Nudge asked frantically. "We can't just leave her!"

"I know." Fang said. "That's why—when everyone's settled in and figures out the exits and everything—I'm going to go back and stay with her until this whole darn thing's done."

We were silent.

It turns out (by what Nudge told me) the house was extremely small. Like, not even a car could fit in that car. One of those smart mini cars probably couldn't have fit in that house…okay, maybe it could've.

It didn't take long to find all the exits—it was like the whole house was made of glass—and when we entered a room, Nudge described a wooden floor, a bed, a hundred year old computer, and a desk under it. I like computer access. It makes me feel somewhat important, you know?

Fang left in a hurry, muttering things like, "Just hide if you see anyone who looks dangerous," and "Max," and stuff like that, which made us feel a whole lot worse. But everyone was looking up to me, so I nodded to Fang as I heard him fly out of the bedroom window.

"Okay…" I said distractedly, listening for cars or anything. "I'm going to make some food. Gazzy, try to reboot the computer and find out stuff about the Cullen jerk. He might be part of the School." And then I went down the stairs, feeling the rail as I clambered down.

As it turns out, there was a lot of deli and bread and stuff, which let me know that this house had people living in it (other than us, I mean) but I just cast it aside and brought the food upstairs.

"Hey, I got the computer started." Gazzy said as I walked in.

"Did you look up Cullen?" I asked as I handed out chow to the kids.

"On it right now."

I walked toward the computer, shoving some bologna in my mouth as I heard him type.

"Okay…" I heard him mutter as I chewed. I felt Nudge and Angel come up beside me. "So here's what I got. He's a doctor—"

"A two year old could have figured that out," I snapped. "Really brilliant."

"He's gotten a whole bunch of rewards and doctorates and master's degrees." Gazzy plowed on. "He's only, like, twenty eight or something."

"So the guy's smart." Nudge pointed out.

"Yeah." I said. "But see if he works for the—"

"Who are you?" Someone said from the doorway. I whipped around.

It sounded like a teenager, I thought while concentrating. Why didn't I hear this girl come up? Was she one of those leeches too?

"Um, we're…well…" I said, stalling. What were we again?

"We needed a computer." Gazzy exclaimed. "The window was open."

"Why would you need my computer?" she asked, sounding calm. "Who were you researching?" There was a pause. "Wait a moment…how old are you guys?"

"Um, I'm seventeen." I made up out of the top of my head. "They're all sixteen. They got…um…plastic surgery." Plastic surgery. I might as well said we were avian-hybrids on the run from evil vampires and killer erasers. I'm almost as brilliant as a two-year-old.

"Do you go to the school down by the reservation?" She asked skeptically. "I've never seen you before."

"It doesn't matter." I snapped. "Why are you asking questions anyway? Who are you?"

"Um, Bella?"

Oh jeez.

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