Ok, I was mean for that cliffie. It wasn't nice for me to leave off with Fang yelling, "Hang on!" And I apologize for that. I had to stop the chapter somewhere. shrug Might as well have been a place to keep you on the edge of your seats D Oh yeah, I broke 400 hits!! WoOtZ!!!!!!! I've been like, happy dancing for the past two days. You guys rock! Please tell your friends and last but now least, COMMENT. I LOVE COMMENTS. Even if you're telling me you hate it, I still love comments! (Ok, I must admit, I like comments saying that this thing rocks like you've been saying so far, but if it really does stink I want to know. lol)

This chapter is dedicated to Jaina-la! aka on here, relientk-ismyescape. I put in a teeny bit of Faxness just for her. Ok, I must admit, and for me too. Fang and Max are the best. D lol.

Allrighty, I promise, without any further Nudge-like rambling, drum roll CHAPTER 11!!!

Fang spun the wheel, skidding around. The Flyboys were literally thrown off of the car. Fang barreled the car forward at kamikaze speed toward the line of Flyboy infested Sedans. They swerved out of the way. Obviously some self preservation technology had been installed since last time.

As we shot forward, I screamed loudly, "Woo-hoo! Yeah!" A grin broke my face as the Flyboys tried to turn around in their cars and ended up in what looked like a pile of cars at a monster truck rally. Unfortunately, three quickly made their way out of the mess and continued after us. We sped down the deserted highway in tense silence, trying to think of some way out of being captured. If we continued driving, they might be able to catch us. If we flew, we would be shot down, or captured by Flyboys. As you can tell, we were at an impasse.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Fang, this thing is basically indestructible right?" I asked.

"Yeah, except for the back window apparently."

"Ok, here's what we gotta do."

Fang slowly nodded as I detailed my plan.

The problem was, the Flyboys had obviously been holding back, so we had no idea what they could do now. Despite our "cockiness" as Jeb called it, we weren't idiots. We had to lose them. The three cars were closing in, two trying to get on both sides of us, another behind.

According to plan, Fang veered to the right into the woods. We were jostled around as the car slammed against tree trunks, but Fang tried to keep us from hitting them as much as possible. Over the noise of the thunks, I heard the sound of a car following us.

Persistent stupid Flyboys!

The underbrush got denser, and the tree trunks got wider. Suddenly, a car was on our left, I could see the Flyboy driving it. I slammed one of the defense buttons and the tires did that machine gun thing and that car was gone, baby. I almost wanted to grin. Fang on the other hand was gritting his teeth, a mask of tension covering his face. I almost wanted to ask if I could drive, to lighten his mood.

"Do we have any idea where we're going?" I asked.

"No clue. Away from them." He said sharply.

"Good."

Fang was concentrating hard on not hitting any trees. The car wouldn't get a scratch on it, but we might get a little whip-lash, which isn't great when you're trying to fly. Trust me on this one. I rose a bit higher in my seat to see if any more Flyboys were following us. A car was coming up fast on our right, so I reached for the "machine gun tires" button again. I pressed it, and nothing happened.

"Fang, the machine guns aren't working." I said urgently.

"Any more ideas?"

"None at the moment." I said worriedly, glancing back at the accelerating car. We were ahead of it, and we were obviously faster, maybe we would be able to lose it…

No such luck.

Suddenly, it was right beside us, and the Flyboy who was driving began aiming a machine gun for our window.

I knew the windows were bulletproof. For one bullet maybe. A round of Flyboy ammunition? Not a chance. First I'd be hit, then Fang. That wouldn't happen. Not now.

Time seemed to move in slow motion, and on fast-forward at the same time. I pressed the buttons that would release Fang and my seatbelts, then the one to open his door, even though I had no idea that I knew which buttons they were. Before Fang could react, I heard the sound of the first bullet, seeming like it was an echo in the distance. I leaped from my seat, throwing us out of the car, and tackling Fang to the ground. I heard the sound of breaking glass as we rolled over the fortunately soft underbrush, carrying our momentum. I heard the unexpected sound of scraping metal, and then a large splash. I didn't know where the Flyboy's car had gone.

We were silent, breathing heavily.

"I think they drove off a cliff." Fang whispered in my ear, which wasn't hard because I was lying beside him.

I nodded, shaking slightly with adrenaline. "Good thing we didn't keep going." I said with a nervous chuckle.

Fang smirked. "Thanks Max." he said, still whispering. He still lay on his back, trying to make his heart slow.

"For what?" I asked.

"For tackling me out of the car and pretty much saving my life."

I sat up, putting a hand to my slightly pounding head. "Normally you'd kill me for tackling you out of a car. Anyway, we wouldn't have gotten this far without your mad driving skills."

Fang slightly smiled. "Admit it."

"Admit what?"

"I'm the better driver."

"Fine. You could race NASCAR, okay?" I said begrudgingly.

Fang sat up. He chuckled, brushing my blonde hair behind my ear. "Just, thanks Max." he said, kissing my cheek softly. I smiled. Not at him, because that would make his ego grow even more, but I had to smile.

Fang stood, brushing his hands on his black cargo pants. He offered me a hand to help me up, and I took it. He saw me wince as I stood.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied bluntly, flexing my arm. It was sore. "I'll be fine."

"Unfortunately, I think we're gonna have to ditch the Fangmobile." Fang said a bit sadly.

"Well, at least you'll still have me to help you cope with the extreme loss." I said sarcastically.

At that, we tied our jackets around our waists, doing a quick up, up, and away before we were spotted and almost killed for the millionth time in our lives.

Oo What did you guys think? I know some of you are thinking, "NOOO YOU CAN'T DITCH THE FANGMOBILE!!!!!!" Well, first of all, it was distracting you guys from FANG (Who is much better than the car that I actually "own." My car, so no stealing) ( I unfortunately do not own Fang.) Second, I promise I'll try to find some way to reunite Fang withe the Fangmobile later, K?? DON'T HURT ME!!!!

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