I'm baaack! It's only been like what a few hours..? Anyway here is chapter 11 and I have it in Fang Pov. Hey I was wondering... how many of you would just hate me if I killed off Marcus? You wouldn't have to hate me... i mean how many of you would be mad at me seriously?

Review if you don't want him to be killed off and tell me how you like this chap... Enjoy!!!

Fang landed and swung his gun over his shoulder. Max had gotten away last time because he was unprepared. When Jeb had told him that the school had… well upgraded her, Fang thought maybe a little new power. Not Max 7.0. He walked over to the spot where she was doing a face plant in the asphalt. He stopped and waited for Iggy and Gazzy to catch up.

They came from separate directions, with their guns slung over their shoulders' in the same fashion as their leader. Iggy bent down and turned Max so that she was lying on her back. Fang gazed down at her, studying her features. Even in the darkness she was beautiful. Different than six years ago, more mature, and she had a little scar across her cheek, but that only added to her beauty.

Fang shook his head clearing his thoughts and brought his gaze back to his 'brothers'. They had never anticipated how their flock would struggle in Max's absence. But all the same they stuck together and missed Max. Fang whished that he had gotten his rebelliousness under control…. But that was in the past. This is now.

"Say hello to Maximum Ride." Fang let a grin grace his face for a second before tucking it away in the blackness of his mind.

Iggy shook his head. "That whore was hard to catch. I must have let five darts into her."

Fang bent down and turned Max over again so that she was in her original position. He had forgotten to pull the darts out before she was turned over. Now the darts had dug deeper into her flesh making the entry points bleed. He carefully pulled them out. There were about eight, enough to kill as many elephant bulls. (A/N: Those are what the males are called.) But Max was always a fighter.

Fang tossed his gun to Gazzy and picked Max up, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. All of a sudden a noise made the three of them turn their head to the part of the alleyway facing the street. A petite woman was running towards them with a deadly look on her face.

"What. Are. You. Doing. With. Max?" She asked venom dripping with every word.

Fang sighed. He did so not need this. A human attacking a hybrid was not smart. "Lady, don't be a hero."

The woman growled and before he knew it she had hit Iggy under his chin with the flat of her hand. Then in a blur she got him with a roundhouse kick to his head, knocking him down.

"I ain't a lady." She stepped back, facing the men.

Something in her eyes unnerved Fang as she focused on him. The image kind of reminded him of when Angel was controlling someone's mind. All of a sudden, fire erupted on Iggy's shirt, Fang's pants, and Gazzy's hair. The woman smiled.

Fang dropped Max and rolled on the ground putting out the fire, since it had rained a little while ago. Iggy did the same, and Gazzy stuck his head in a puddle. If it was another time he would have laughed at the sight. He jumped up, immediately getting into his fighter stance. The petite woman started rushing Fang but jerked violently and fell to the ground. Two darts were sticking out of her arm.

Fang turned to face the direction of the darts. A frazzled looking man ran up, dart gun in hand. Even though he still looked like an adolescent Fang knew how dangerous he could be.

Good 'ol L.D.

Fang turned to face his brothers. They had gotten up and were looking at Fang expectantly.

"Take both of them and let's go." He ordered. Fang wanted to get out of there as quickly as he could.

"What about the guy?" Iggy jerked his head towards a third body on the ground.

Fang shrugged. "Sure, he might be valuable." Fang picked up back again stretched his wings and took off.

L.D. was carrying the petite woman since he was the smallest. Iggy had the man slung over his shoulder, and The Gasman was carefully slinging the four dart guns over his shoulder. Fang nodded his approval and turned towards home.

Time to use Max 7.0 to our advantage.

Remember review if you dont want Marcus to die...

Marcus walks in eating a donut. "What?"

"Nothing..."