AN: Sorry for the wait guys! As you can probably see, this is longest chapter I have ever dished out, so I kid you not; THIS IS ONLY PART ONE OF CHAPTER 10!!! This is the beginning of Max's dream, and I apologize in advance if Fang seems a little OOC. It's my first time writing in a guy's POV, and I'm obviously a girl.

Again, sorry for the wait. And feel free to shoot me if I stop writing for like, months.

(Max POV)

I 'woke' in a small clearing. Fog covered it like a blanket, but I could see the flock sleeping restlessly on the ground around me. Fang was on watch, scanning the trees with his dark eyes.

What kind of torture is this? I wondered.

Then I felt myself get up. I had no control over my body. But it wasn't like I was being controlled. It was like…

It was like this had already happened. Like I was relieving a memory.

I walked quietly over to where Fang was, who was now watching me. This look he was giving me was private, like it was reserved solely for me. He looked relieved, protective… and loving?

Yes, he was looking at me with love. The type of love that could be found in the eyes of a man looking at his wife. The type of love that you could find in the eyes of a girl who had fallen head-over-heels in love with that one guy, and the happiness that she'd feel when that guy told her those three little words that meant so much to the world.

I smiled and sat next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.

"Hey…" He whispered in my ear. I relaxed and breathed in his scent –which smelled like rain, I noted- as he traced circles in between my wings.

"Anything?" I heard myself ask sleepily. What the hell do I mean by 'anything'! I mentally screeched.

Good question. Just watch. The Voice told me impatiently. If I had control of my body, I would have jumped a foot in the air.

How did you get in here? You were never here before!

I would love to know that too. Shut up and listen to your dream.

I'm going to kill the Voice the second I find out who it is.

"… in the area. But they're watching us." I caught Fang telling me. I snarled in frustration. What's in the area?!!

"Brilliant," I groaned. "Just what I need; a bunch of pitch black creeps plotting our demise."

"You'll be fine. Zane-"

"Mr. Touchy-Feely," I corrected. "If he's going to try to kill me, he's going to have to just deal with his new name." Mr. Touchy-Feely's real name is Zane?

"Fine. Mr. Touchy-Feely probably isn't going to kill you; he's getting too close to my liking." Fang's voice turned hard, and I looked up at him to find him glaring murderously at his grimy shoes. I crawled up on his lap (WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!) and stared at him, my face inches from his. His expression softened.

"He won't get near you. Not when I'm alive." He promised me, eyes burning into mine. I couldn't look away. In fact, I leaned closer and pressed my lips to his. (AN: Remember, this is a dream, and Max isn't controlling her body, for those people who are complaining about the FAXNESS coming too fast)

WHAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!

See? Even your dreams agree with me. You two are crazy about each other. The Voice laughed in my mind.

I was speechless. Me… and Fang? No. That could never happen. He doesn't even like me that way!

Yes he does. The Voice practically sang. I seethed quietly, vowing to strangle my brain when I woke up.

During our bickering, Fang had started kissing me back. His hands had slid down to my waist, pressing me to him, and I was running my hands over his perfectly toned chest.

Oh my God, his lips felt so go- NO! Don't you even dare finish that thought!

The Voice's chuckles ricocheting around my brain, Dream-me pulled away from Fang as inhuman shrieks filled the soupy air. I scrambled to my feet and the rest of the flock, now awake, followed my lead.

"They're coming." Nudge stated sadly, unusually brief. Fang nodded, and everyone turned to look at me.

"Run." I ordered simply.

In the blink of an eye, we were running into the forest.

Running for our lives.

(Fang POV)

When I woke up, someone was shaking me.

My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted by a scared Angel, eyes bloodshot from tears. I sat up and blinked the blurriness from my eyes.

"What's up?" I mumbled.

"Max." She stated simply. I shot out of bed and pulled on some sweats, making my way towards the door. Angel followed me with a dazed and scared expression.

That was when the screaming started.

Angel and I ran into Max's room, and we sat on her bed and tried to wake the sobbing Max.

Thank God we're too far away from anyone else to wake them up. I thought tiredly, watching Angel shake Max as hard as she could, with no success. Dr. Martinez, Ella, Jeb, and the rest of the flock filed into the room, all looking disheveled. Ella's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"When are these going to end? I mean, Everyone has already died, right? Who else is there? Max shouldn't be having nightmares anymore, right? I m-mmpmmph…" Nudge was thankfully silenced by Iggy clapping a hand over her mouth with amazing accuracy, and everyone else breathed a silent sigh of relief.

A blood-curdling scream shattered through our eardrums, and all our heads swiveled around to look at Max, who was still suffering through her nightmare.

I couldn't even imagine what it was.

(Max POV)

My flock ran through the dead trees, dodging tree branches and keeping our wings pressed tightly to our backs.

We couldn't fly in the fog. It would dampen our feathers and make us too heavy to take off.

And without our wings, we were vulnerable.

I sat back and watched the chase, the Voice all serious in my mind, watching. It was weird, that I felt everything Dream-Me felt, but I was oddly detached from the nightmare. Like I was just a viewer, not a participant like I was in the other dreams.

It freaked me out.

Dream-Me kept on glancing at the flock, a feeling of protectiveness and determination washing over me when i did. Love added itself to the mix whenever I looked at Fang, who, emotionless to everyone else, had his jaw clenched tight in anger, and rage burned in his eyes.

I looked in the trees, to find them swarming with black blurs, running in speed with us. A wave of disgust settled over me.

It was like a sick game of cat-and-mouse.

An evil cackle sounded scarily-close behind us, and Angel let out a strangled scream of fear.

I whipped around, and suddenly I felt clawed hands dig into my hips. (AN: To those who were confused of what I was implying in Ch. 8, here is your answer. Mr. Touchy-Feely grabbed Max's hips like Fang did and those nasty claws of his dug deep into her)

I snapped my head up and glared at the glowing red eyes of Mr. Touchy-Feely.

He looked the same in the other dreams, but this time he felt eviler than before. He was the perfect example of someone plotting something no doubt horrible.

"Well, well, well. Look who dropped in for a visit. Maximum Ride and her family." He announced. I heard malicious cackles coming from behind me. I craned my head around to see my flock being held back by other monsters. Fang had to be held by two of them, he was struggling so hard. He was staring at Mr. Touchy-Feely with so much hate it made him and Ari look like the best of friends.

I noticed that the Gasman was nowhere to be seen.

He had escaped, somehow.

"Let's take them home." Mr. T-F smirked.

I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head, then blackness.

(Fang POV)

Max quieted somewhat, and everyone was silent. It was quiet in the room except for Max's labored breathing, like she was running for her life.

She probably was.

I was looking out the window I had climbed out of hours ago, keeping watch on Max in the corner of my eye.

To my right, I saw a flash of bright red, glowing in the darkness, then disappearing.

I looked over at the corner to find nothing, only seeing Max's leather beanbag slumped on the floor. I walked back over to Max.

Dr. Martinez was watching me closely, suspiciously. She'd never been that way before.

Why was she acting this way now? Why was she looking at me like I was a stranger; a criminal?

I had too many questions, and no answers. I watched Max sleep restlessly as I sat next to her.

Max. My Max. My best friend. My sister, in a way. But sometimes, it was something more. Most of the time, she told me everything that was on her mind, or running to me for something to keep her steady when things got too tough and the Voice was getting on her last nerve.

All the time, I wanted our relationship to be something more. I wanted her to be my Max. No one else's. That loser from Virginia was definitely not getting her.

She was inching closer to me, in her sleep. I was laying next to her now, and Max was unconsciously inching closer to me, as if she knew I was there.

She whimpered suddenly, and everyone snapped to attention.

Max grabbed my arm, whispering, "No. Don't. Please don't. No… Not me… Please don't."

The flock exchanged slightly panicked looks, and Angel frowned as she concentrated on Max's mind.

"She's… in a cave. A Big cavern. There are tunnels branching off of it. Mr. Touchy-Feely is chasing her." Angel's frown deepened, and she shuddered. The Gasman put his arm on her shoulders in an attempt to comfort his sister.

Angel winced, and her eyes cleared. "I can't watch it anymore. He's…" A sob ripped through her throat as she stared at Max.

"He's planning on taking her as his. That's what Max said." Angel whispered. (AN: Mwahahahahahaha...)

(Max POV)

I woke to blackness.

Blinking, I sat up from my position on the dirt floor and tried to see my surroundings.

Keyword: Tried. It was so dark even my enhanced eyes couldn't even pick out anything.

So I had to deal with being blind. I used my other senses to explore my surroundings.

It was cold. Invisible winds kissed my skin, causing goose bumps to cover my arms. The ground beneath me was soft dirt, and I dug my fingers into the soil, planning to throw it into an unsuspecting monster's eyes the first chance I got.

Unfortunately, since I couldn't control my body, that wouldn't work to well.

Hm… I didn't know you could be unconscious in dreams… The Voice mused. I mentally jumped in surprise.

GO AWAY, Voice. I'm so not in the mood to deal with you. I snarled.

The Voice shut up, and I continued my investigation.

I breathed in deeply, and the smell of blood, mold and decaying bodies assaulted my nose. I gagged and wrenched my hands away from the soil with disgust.

I was sitting in some sort of underground graveyard, or something.

The monsters obviously didn't take care of the bodies.

A hand clamped over my mouth, and I instinctively screamed and struggled. Another hand grabbed mine and my hand was then pressed to someone's face. My other hand was pressed against my captor's chest. I relaxed instantly.

I knew that heartbeat. I knew that face. I used my hand to trace his face, his angular jaw, his perfect lips. I felt the lock of hair that always seemed to get in his eye.

Fang.

Fang gingerly removed his hand from my lips, and he grunted slightly when I tackled him in a hug as I buried my face in his shirt. He soon recovered and hugged me back fiercely.

"You're still alive." I gasped. In answer, Fang captured my lips with his. Dream-Me eagerly kissed him back.

I can't believe this… I muttered angrily, watching the scene. The Voice chuckled evilly in response.

You looooveee him THIS MUCH! The Voice taunted merrily. I mentally groaned.

Not you too!

A sudden laugh close by cut off the Voice's chance to speak. Dream-Me pulled away from Fang to find three sets of glowing red eyes glaring out from the darkness.

Mr. Touchy-Feely's teeth flashed in a sarcastic grin as he sauntered closer. Fang pulled me closer, no doubt glaring at Mr. T-F. My body was stiff, waiting for the command to run for all it got.

A cold arm wrapped around my arm, and I was yanked out of Fang's comforting grasp, into a hold I definitely didn't want to be in. I screeched and struggled.

The cavern came into perfect focus, like it was lit up like a beacon.

That light was coming from me.

Of course you remember the silver tattoo like thing on my shoulder. It had lit up like the sun, and the monsters cringed away from the light. I struggled even harder in the monster's grasp, grabbing Fang from his spot on the ground and literally dragging him towards the closest tunnel. Fang soon regained his feet and clasped his hand around mine.

I cold feeling settled in my gut.

This was a memory.

This was before the flock died.

I was going to have to watch them get killed all over again.

AN: FINALLY! This chappie has been sitting almost finished in my laptop for the longest time, begging to be written, but I had kinda written myself into those situations when you KNOW what exactly is gonna happen, but you just can't find the words for it, no matter how hard you try. It annoyed me for the longest time until I literally forced myself to sit in front of my laptop (which was finally fixed; it's impossible to write without it. It's like a strange version of writer's block, I swear) and write the damn thing.

HOPEFULLY I will get the next chappie out soon, but I need your ideas!

And, for those ppl who are saying something about the Voice acting completely OOC, there is a perfectly logical reason for that. But that is a secret you will learn in later chapters ;-)

IDEAS, PPL!!! I NEED IDEAS!!! They are the very air I breathe. DO NOT SUFFOCATE ME!

Courtney (A very tired and disgruntled Courtney from Finals)