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Fang

"We should've waited till night, now I'm exhausted." Max mumbled, pulling the covers over her head and cuddling close to me. I smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Just sleep then, Max." I whispered, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear.

"Leave me alone and I can." She snapped, always managing to be mad at me for nothing.

"You're just so intoxicating." I cooed, smirking to myself as Max shivered. Oh yeah, I was good.

"And you're just so annoying. Get out of my bed!" Max put her bare feet on my chest and shoved hard, causing me to fall right off. I stood up and smirked.

"What, afraid if I stay too long you'll go for round two?" I shoved myself into my jeans and laid back down on the bed, pushing Max off. "And it's my turn to get the bed." I added, though I completely melted when she stood up, still no clothes.

"Hey buddy, eyes are up here." Max snarled, pushing my chin up. I shrugged and went back to checking her out. Max sighed and slapped me lightly. That didn't do much so she went into the bathroom to take a shower. I shrugged to myself and left the room, going straight for the kitchen. "Igster! I'm starved, got any... thing." I finished, noticing an empty kitchen with pancakes on the table and a note.

Hey Maxie, I'm off to work, and Ari's going... somewhere. Give me all the details with you and Fang when I get back- and that was not me asking, that was me telling-

see you soon

Strawberry Shortcake

I smirked. "Oh she'll have a lot to tell, Igs... a lot." I sat down and dug into the pancakes, eating all of them and finishing the last just as Max walked into the kitchen, scanned the note I had casually left where it was, and blushed a bit.

"You gonan tell him you're a screamer?" I asked casually, standing up. "Or that I'm a twelve out of ten?" Max scoffed.

"I didn't scream-"

"Oh Fang!" I mocked, saying it in the same high pitched voice she had used.

"That wasn't screaming. And you most certainly or not a twelve." Max growled, I raised an eyebrow.

"I believe your body would disagree with that statement." I said simply, going to the fridge and downing a whole carton of milk.

"More like a six." Max muttered. But under her breath I could've sworn I heard "million" and smirked, deciding not to drag this conversation on, but instead having something to use against Max later.

"Oh come on Max, I think you were great." I encouraged.

"All I did was lay there." She muttered, searching the fridge.

"Exactly." And with that, I left and went off to take a nice hot shower myself.

Line Break

Max was watching TV on the couch when I snuck up on her. "Honestly, why does Fang do this to me? Ugh! It'd be so much easier if I didn't love him."

"What would be so much easier?" I asked casually, Max jumped to her feet and I quickly hopped over the couch, laying down on it. Max sat on my being her ever-so clever self. I just smirked.

"What?" She snapped, glaring at me.

"Oh nothing." I mumbled, pulling her down so she was laying on me.

"I hate you, Fang." She snarled.

"I love too, Maxie!" I smirked before shoving her onto the floor, flipping through the movie channels until I got to Fast five. Haven't seen it yet, maybe it'll be good.

"Ugh! You are so impossible!" Max growled.

"You know you want me." I said.

"Want you dead." Max snapped.

"I want you handcuffed. That's be so sexy." I decided, not taking my eyes off the screen. Max smacked my arm and stormed off.

"You'd look better with a bullet in your head!" She shouted, before I heard the front door slam. I smiled and got up, going back to the kitchen. When out of nowhere, a sharp pain ran through my right wing and I rolled my shoulders, staring at the bloodstained mess I had completely forgotten about since I'm a fast healer and it should be better by now. I sighed and grabbed the sprayer off the sink before turning the water on high and trying to rinse the blood off my wings, soaking the floor with a mix of clear and red.

"This hurts so freaking bad." I mumbled. "it should be healed by now, the rest of me is." I whispered. Only to have the door knocked down right after I spoke. Immediately, I pointed the sprayed at the person and stared in shock.

"Dad?" I practically screamed. (I was very tempted to end it here, but I wont cause I'm awesome like that)

"Hello Nicolas, I'm here to take you home." And with that a SWAT team ran in and checked the whole place out before calling a 'clear' and with a wave of his hand, dad had me surrounded, fifty guns pointed at me.

I snorted. "If I'm such a failure why don't you just get one of your drones to shoot me now?" I snarled in a rage, standing there, waiting to be shot.

"You're not a failure, Nicolas, you're... misguided. You'll be serving two years in prison if you come without fight. However, they will shoot if you try to escape." I stared at my father in fury, then in horror as his neck snapped to one side and he fell to the ground, twitching before laying there motionless.

"I wanted to do that since day one." Max spat on my dad's face as a zillion emotions ran through me and gunshots rang out. Instinct kicking in I kicked a gun out of a guy's hand and aimed it at him. "HOLD IT!" I screamed and everyone looked to me. "You shoot, I blow his brains out! You move I blow his brains out! You talk without my permission, I'll-"

"Blow his brains out? Got it, Fangles." Max pushed past everyone to stand next to me, blood covering one side of her shirt. I bit my lip and pulled down on the trigger just a bit. Ready to yank that puppy if someone even flinched.

"Kid, put it down-"

"And what? Go to jail? No chance! You're gonna slowly leave the way you came, no sudden movements or I fire." I growled. No one moved. I shot the guy in the leg and ducked as bullets whizzed by. Max, I noticed, was on the ground, totally weak from the shot that got her. Wait what? She had been shot twice? I pushed the guy to the ground and put my foot on his neck, aiming the gun at his chest. "I said leave." I spoke quietly. Everyone shared a look and slowly started backing up. I cocked the gun and they moved just a bit faster.

Once everyone was out, I pulled the guy up and shoved him against the counter. "Max, sweetheart, you okay?" I asked, picking her up gingerly.

"Fine." Max coughed out, but I didn't let her down.

"Liar. Let's get you out of here." I jogged into our room and got the backpack before slipping through the backdoor, opening my wings.

"Fang... you can't... fly." Max mumbled as I started sprinting, then jumped in the air, flapping down hard a couple times. Pain screamed through my hurt wing, but I could still fly with it. I grunted and held Max tighter as bullets whizzed by, going straight into the woods and speeding up to a steady hundred miles an hour as the sounds of shooting guns faded to the distance.

"Max, talk to me, okay?" I muttered.

"Tired." Max mumbled, closing her eyes and leaning into me.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked, desperate to hear Max's voice. I needed to know she was alive.

"Black." Max mumbled, tugging on my shirt a little as if that was the explanation.

"Favorite desert?"

"Strawberry angel food cake."

"Favorite dinner?"

"Iggy's spaghetti."

"Do you love me, really?" I wondered, looking down at Max.

"kill... love... yes." I blinked. Kill? She has to kill me? I flew faster and found the nearest hospital I could.

"Yo!" I snapped, closing my wings and running into the ER. "My girlfriend's been shot." I snapped. "twice." I added as the desk lady pressed a button and a couple paramedic guys came in with a gurney.

"Kill... you... idiot!" Max muttered, glaring at me as much as she could. I started to follow them but one guy stopped me.

"You can't go back there. But you could feel some papers out. What's your relation to her?" The guy asked.

"I'm going back there. Sure I'll fill some papers out, and she's my girlfriend." I muttered, trying to push back the guy. He grabbed my arm.

"Look, I know what your going through, but you can't go back there. Tell you what, I'll be sure to update you constantly, okay?" I looked at the guy for a moment before sighing.

"I need a phone, and give me the stupid papers." I mumbled. I was handed about ten pages and a cell phone and walked back to the waiting room. Taking a seat and glaring at the paper before quickly scanning through a phone book and finding the number to Iggy's restaurant.

"You're speaking with Iggy, how may I help you?"

"Get down to South Point hospital ASAP. Max got shot twice. Home has been ambushed, avoid it. Find Ari, bring him with." I whisper-shouted into the phone.

"Gotcha! Hey David! You're cooking! Family emergency, gots to go!" Iggy shouted. "Okay, take a deep breath, Fang, I'll call this number back on my cell. Bye." And with that, Iggy hung up. I sighed and stared at the paperwork.

How did they keep finding us? And then I knew why, it was...

Who else hates my cliffies? WELL, I DON'T REALLY CAUSE I KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT. AND THANKS EVERYONE! IT WAS KINDA MY FAULT- THE BREAKUP- THOUGH. I MEAN, IT WAS THIS BIG MISUNDERSTANDING AND- talk to your therapist about it, Arch. YOU'RE MY THERAPIST, VR. Uh... Who wants to be Arch's new therapist?

Soar on

VR and Arch