Wow, it is late. Nearly midnight right now. Yawn. I amreally tired and will probably write something here that I will regret, so I'm not even going to try to write about something in my life. Enjoy, reveiw, whatever you want.


After we explained all this to Max, it was almost painful how many questions she had. Almost. It took awhile to answer them, but eventually we did it. Somehow.

We really didn't have anything to do, then. We just hung around the coffee shop for what felt like hours, Max complaining the whole time about how they couldn't leave because of Fang's wings. Again.

I was getting sick of it and was about to scream at her as loud as I possibly could when we heard a loud noise outside. The flock looked unconcerned. The pack, however, froze instantly; we knew what it was.

We quickly jumped into our hiding places, while Max and her the flock stood bewildered.

Max looked at me from my spot behind the counter. "Why are you hiding?" She asked, right before another explosion outside.

"Get down!" I said, right as another explosion sounded.

I don't think she heard me, but she understood the urgentness, at least. She turned to the flock. "Find somewhere to hide." They got into places, Max ending up next to me.

"What is it?" She asked, just after another explosion rattled off.

I didn't have time to answer before the door fell in, and he walked in.

A silence fell overthe rickety store, and the sense of forboding that always came with him took over. He stomped into the shack, his footsteps seeming to rattle the store with every step.

He threw his gun toward the counter, and it came dangerously close to hitting Max and me. He then sat down, cursing when the bench he sat on broke.

He stood up, then stiffened for a moment, and smiled. "I know you're there." He said dangerously, like a cobra that has just located its favorite prey.

I cursed to myself, then slowly stood up, revealing myself to him.

He turned to face me. "Why must you always insist on hiding from me?"

I didn't respond. That would only make things worse.

I never had responded in the past. He wasn't expecting me to say anything. He only turned to the just-broken bench. He gestured toward it. "Fix it."

I walked over to it, and knelt down next to it. Ten seconds later, I stood back up. "I can't fix it." I said, then turned to walk away.

The man freakin' kicked me. On the back of my knee. My knees buckled, and I sank to the ground, but not before he deliver another kick to my thigh.

Once I was on the ground, I knew that it would be futile to think that he wouldn't kick me again. I was waiting for him to. Five seconds later, I glanced up at him, not understanding why he was hesitating. He seemed to be looking at the back wall of the store. I turned to see what was back there, and nearly choked. For a second, I was terrified, but then I realized the trick and I nearly grinned.

Fang was rising out of the hole in the floor.


I'm tired.

-MEEEE