AN at the bottom is extremely NB!
I guess I was so caught up in my findings that I didn't hear the shower stop or the door open. "Max?" An extremely surprised voice choked out and my head whipped to the side.
"What the hell!" I shoved the papers in his direction. "You gave yourself frickin wings? Dude that is so messed up." My nose wrinkled and he eyes me coldly.
"What are you doing in my house?" he asked really slowly, his voice filled with surprise and anger.
"Well if you really want to know I came to apologise," I pointed to the note on his pillow. "It's not my fault that you leave things all over the floor." I snapped returning his icy glare.
"You really need to leave me alone." He growled ripping the paper out of my grasp and crumbling it up.
"You really need to start explaining." I retorted.
His eyes flashed, "I don't have to explain anything to you." I hadn't noticed it until then but we were pressed up against each other glaring intensely with our faces only a few centimetres apart.
Now I would have stepped away if it were anyone else but since this was an argument with Fang I was not about to give in. "You owe me." I whispered and he laughed without humour.
"I don't owe you anything."
"I've kept your little secret, I think I deserve to know exactly why I'm doing even that much." I growled and we just glared at each other for a long while until Fang finally took a step back.
"It was a mistake, you think I'd do this on purpose?" He snorted throwing the crumpled paper across the room.
"How'd you even accidentally do it?" I questioned sitting on his bed and crossing my arms.
He sighed and shook his head, "I'm good with that sort of stuff alright?" he was pacing the room now, drops from his wet hair falling onto the papers strewn across the floor. "Always have been but I've never done something like this before ok? Messing with human DNA is never a good thing and come on, you think I'm going to use other people as my lab rats?"
He was rambling now, spouting out stuff about it can kill people and almost anything can go wrong and he would never do that and yada yada.
"I really need to get you a muzzle." He flashed me an irritated look. "And besides your not making sense."
He took a deep breath and sat down on his chair. "I'll make it really simple, I don't test on other people because it's too dangerous and I'm not a murderer." The same pain that had settled in his eyes at school was back but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. "My wings," as he said them they slowly came out but he kept them close to his body so that I could only see a sliver of shiny black, "Were an accident and even I'm stumped as to how I'm even still alive. I'm not going to go into specifics cause you just won't get it but let's just say you should really label things." He finished his little explanation and waited for me to say something.
"So you don't know how it happened just that it did." I stated and he nodded.
"I've been trying to get rid of them since, they're not exactly something to be proud of." He mumbled.
"Why? I mean seriously, you can fly."
"You have no idea what these things have done to me." his muted voice cracked with sorrow and I cocked my head to the side.
"What exactly does that mean?" I questioned and he shut his eyes.
"My parents are dead because of my wings." He admitted softly and my eyes went wide.
No, the file said his parents were killed in a break in. just face it Max, they didn't tell you the boy had freaking wings so why would they tell you they organised his parents murder? That voice chimed in gain.
Ok another short chapter but since I updated yesterday I'm sure it's acceptable. Anyway here is where I need you guys to make a decision, what do you want to happen?
A. Max goes rogue assassin now rather than later, tells him what and who she is and helps Fang then falls for him.
B. Things carry on the way they're going, Fang's still oblivious as to what she is.
Ok, you have a week good luck!
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