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Fang's P.O.V.

I hadn't noticed that Iggy was following me; I was too busy asking myself 'why in the world did I just do that!'. Well, that and several other things. So many things were going through my head, it hurt. Last time I felt like that was when I left. And it seemed as if I would do it again. Leave. Just as simple as that. I had never faced my emotional problems face to face before, I figured 'why start now?'. You see, that's how leaving the first time for me happened. I left because I didn't want to consult Max about my problems. I was too afraid of the outcome. I thought it might lead to us breaking-up, or something of that nature. You know how misunderstood I am.

Anyway, I'm getting off track, I'll stop now...

Serious Fang's P.O.V.

I was flying as fast as I could. The last thing that was on my mind was how much leaving again would hurt Max and the Flock, or even the world. I didn't care. I really just didn't care. It was selfish, but after what I had done, I felt like killing myself. I know some people might have been on my side, and thought that what she had said was really hurtful, and I'm not going to lie, I felt like crying(but I'm Fang. Don't forget that!), but you weren't in my head. If you were in my head, you would want to kill yourself too. When I had hit her, I was being selfish, and not even paying attention to the feelings that she was feeling at the time. I had left her and I knew that it would lessen her trust in me tremendously, but it was all about my feelings. Me, me, me. I hated myself for it. However I knew that killing myself over some stupid mental disorder(I'll explain in a little bit) that I had wasn't the solution. So I planned on going to the cliff that the hawks were to blow-off steam. I never did make it there though...

"Fang!" I heard an angry voice yell at me from behind. Iggy, leave me alone, I'm not exactly stable right now... I thought angrily.

I started to fly faster, and I could tell that Iggy had sped-up too. "Iggy, stop following me!" I yelled, "I need time to think!"

"Time to think of what!" he asked angrily, "Time to think of how hard you're going to hit Max next time!" he yelled, speeding up even more.

"Iggy, I'm warning you! Get away from me!" I yelled, my voice starting to get deadly.

"You don't hit Max and then think that you're going to get away with it!" he yelled angrily.

I noticed that he was really close, so I dive-bombed towards the ground. Iggy followed me. I flew at a curved angle so I wouldn't smash into the ground, but Iggy went straight down. I thought he was going to smash into the ground until he suddenly pulled up, and did a mid-air front-flip, and landed on his feet, looking as angry as ever.

"I knew that you didn't love Max!" he yelled. Those were the first words that he said. They were, for some reason, more hurtful than when Max said it, and when he said it the last time. Maybe because I was questioning it myself the same thing, and he had caught me off-guard, and when I was vulnerable to verbal assault.

"Shut-up! Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up!" I yelled, shaking my head. I didn't know what was going on with me... which meant I knew exactly what was going on with me...

Max's P.O.V.

I'm sorry I'm intervening in this, but Fang doesn't want to say what he did. What I'm about to tell you now is something that has scarred Fang and Iggy relationship for life...

Fang balled up his fists, and spread out his wings, "Shut-up!" he yelled in a demonic voice. Within a second, he was in front of Iggy's face, but Fang's face was down. "Shut-up," he whispered, still having his demonic voice. He looked up, and his eyes were Satan's black.

Iggy's eyes widened at two different things. One, the fact that he could see the color coming off of Fang's eyes, and everything else for that matter. And two because of Fang. He had always kidded about Fang being the Angel of Death(because he was emo-looking and the black wings... yeah), but at this time, he could describe Fang as nothing else other than that. This must have been what Davion was talking about...

Iggy was terrified. He could hardly move. Fang, or the 'dark side' of him(that sounded lame), however, was enjoying every second of it. Fang was still conscious, and was partly in control, but not in total control. He was filled with hate for Iggy. He did not care if Iggy died while he was fighting him, he did not care if he died while fighting Iggy. All he cared about was inflicting pain. More pain than he's ever caused anyone before. He had to deal out both physical and emotional pain to do that. Fang was already planning it in his head, even as he was starring at Iggy. This was a side of Fang that only Davion had seen... and he had only seen it once...

It was back on Fang and Davion's first Itex raid together. Fang had been fighting a white-coat that had injected himself with a syringe of some sort, and had gained enough power to beat Fang. Fang seemed to know the white-coat and he was giving him all he got, but for some reason, that wasn't enough. Fang was furious when the white-coat had said some unknown words to Fang. Fang seemed like he had snapped, and he quickly overpowered the super-powered white-coat. But that was not the end. Fang had jumped atop the white-coats chest, and straddled it, while punching his face repeatedly, laughing a manically. He had kept punching, but at this point, Fang was crying. Davion wasn't sure why Fang had, but he knew that Fang had completely lost it when the white-coat said those words. Davion tried to pull him off, but he kept punching. After awhile the punches were louder, and more gruesome-sounding. The white-coat's face was actually almost non-existent Fang had blood all-over his hands, and chunks of meat bunched-up into his fists. Fang brought up his hands, and rubbed part of the blood on his face. He let out a roar of anger, and misery, and started laughing again. It was as if Satan had possessed him. Davion was in total fear as Fang kept laughing. Fang eventually passed-out.

Fang had noticed that it was happening again, and tried to fight it. Who knew that just fighting it could hold back what would have been done to Iggy...

"Max isn't here Iggy," Fang said in a demonic, double-voice typed... thing. "Nothing is going to stop me this time," he growled. He lifted his fist up right into Iggy's stomach. Iggy, who wasn't expecting him to attack so fast, blew out air fast, spitting out blood, and struggling to regain the lost breath. By the time he did, it was too late. Fang had already begun his next attack...

Iggy, after regaining composure, immediately started listening for slight movements. He froze in fear when he had felt hair graze past his cheek. He wasn't sure if it was even possible for a bird-kid to move that fast! He felt the wind from the force of Fang's kick for a millisecond before it connected to the back of Iggy's skull. He immediately fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, Fang was straddling Iggy's chest, punching furiously. Iggy, who was never one to be pushed around, struggled under the weight of Fang's punches and body. "Rah!" he cried-out as he slipped under Fang, and did back-flip so that he was in front of Fang so fast that Fang hadn't realized it at first.

Iggy grabbed onto Fang's hair, and started punching him in the head repeatedly The sad thing for Iggy was that as fast as he had gained control, he had lost it. Iggy had made the mistake of letting go of Fang's hair. Fang grabbed onto Iggy's legs, and pulled them forward, so that Iggy would fall backwards, Iggy smashed his head on the hard ground, causing him to fade in and out of consciousness He started to spin Iggy around. At first it was slow, and Iggy was being dragged on the dirt and grass around him, kicking-up dust. Then, slowly it got faster and faster until Iggy was being held at Fang's chest level. That's when Fang let go. Iggy went flying into a tree, and because of him already drifting in and out of consciousness, he couldn't defend his head from smacking into the tree. Iggy was still willing to fight, but it was hard with his probable concussion. Iggy, eventually, just passed-out.

Fang smiled at this. Finally, he would cause Iggy true pain. None of the Flock knew that Fang had developed a new power. It was pretty much a two in one deal, but one was bad. That one would be becoming that... beast... that he became, and the other his ability to search into people's dreams. But that's not it. He could attack them in their dreams. Whoa! Freddie Kruger! But that's Fang, he's pretty much the Angel of Death. It's a mental disability, really, but it's deadly. Fang pretty much had reached a new level of psychological abilities that Angel didn't even posses. However, the downside to his ability was the part of his brain that was giving him his new ability was pushing on his basic decision-making skills. Which, in turn, caused him to have little to no control over his emotions. Thus, Fang's other, more violent, side.

Fang's P.O.V.

All right. I suppose I should be the one writing this... sorry, I just didn't want to relive it, Iggy and I still are piecing our(brotherly) relationship together... I guess I should tell you what happened after I entered his unconscious mind...

"Hello, Iggy?" I said in an eerie tone, "Come out, come out," I said in my 'normal' voice, "Wherever you are!" I finished in a deep and Satanic tone. I don't really know how, but I was good at that.

"Fang? What has happened to you?" I heard Iggy ask in a fearful tone.

I smirked, and traced his voice to wherever he was. Within a second, he was on his knees, scrambling away from me. I had started laughing at him, then, all of the sudden, I was filled with anger. I felt like destroying everything. Even Max. I wasn't sure why, and the fact that I even thought that makes me cringe, but I had. As 'The Angel of Death', I guess that it's my job. To kill relentlessly, brutally, and without feeling. Still, living in constant fear that that side of me will show again is pointless...

"I'm not sure, but I like it!" I said, switching from normal to demonic. "It makes me feel..." I started, "Powerful..." I said. I start to walk over to Iggy, and frantically moved away from me. I bent over, and touched his forehead with the tips of my fingers. It was really weird how these things were coming to me naturally... Iggy gasped, and I started to see even further into his sub-conscious mind. I laughed as seen Nudge. I laughed again when I had seen a memory of him holding Nudge after I had left. Something tugged at me when I had thought of when I left, but I ignored it... or at least that side of me ignored it...

I started snickering in a deranged manner, as I started to screw with his memories. Making him think that Nudge hated him. Making him think that Gazzy doesn't look up to him, making him think that his mom and dad actually loved him for who he was, and things of that such. Things that would ruin his life emotionally. And then I thought going to do something that even my 'dark side'(lame) had to think over twice. Erase any memory he had of me? I know it didn't seem that harsh, but I know Iggy better than anyone in the world does, and he knows me almost as much as Max. We were like brothers, I had his back, and he had my back... so why was I doing this? I asked myself that over and over again, however, I kept coming back to the same conclusion. Revenge.

I had come to the conclusion to do it. I didn't want anyone who thought I didn't love Max to even look at me. Do you now see how twisted-up my thought pattern was while I was like that? Well, I hope you do. Because I had done it. Nothing would stop me. He would remember nothing of me. That's when I had left his sub-conscious mind and went back to reality, where Iggy was passed-out next to a tree. I looked at his limp body, and felt disgusted.. disgusted that I had touched such filth. Maybe I should just take it all away from him. Maybe I should end his life. I thought. Such dark thoughts make me cringe now, but at that time, that was actually my normal thinking pattern.

I looked over at his limp body once more, and I walked over to it. I lifted him up with one hand by his shirt collar, and raised my hand. I was about to jam my fist into his chest when something in my brain went off. It was me. The real me. My other side fought back very hard, but in the end I won. I sighed as sight seemed to became more relevant and I regained control of my muscles and actions. I smiled slightly at my accomplishment, but it was short-lived when I suddenly passed-out

Sorry that took so long. I actually had it pretty much done for a while, but I was unable to get on the computer for a decent amount of time to finish it. So here, it's done. Read and Review please. Oh, and if you have questions about Fang's mental condition because I didn't explain well enough. Write it in the review, or send me a PM. Okay, bye.