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Max
"Get you some, boy!" I said, smirking, which caused Iggy to yank away and glare at me with killer accuracy. Fang snickered behind me and Lupo just shrugged and pulled away from Iggy. "Still not forgiven." She muttered, being the stubborn mule she was.
"Oh come on! That make out scene- in the kitchen- was adorable. You might as well forgive the puppy. There will be many things for you to not forgive him for later." Fang said. Lupo looked at the ceiling as if deep in thought.
"Well maybe I can kinda, possibly, a quarter of the-" And that's when Iggy kissed Lupo and shut her up- thankfully. "Forgive you." Lupo muttered, pulling away.
"Okay, you two go make puppies in a room, not on the counter." Fang said.
"Shut up, Prince." Lupo snapped, while Iggy just nodded, agreeing with Fang. I snickered to myself as I walked over to the fridge to get something to eat. Lupo slapped Iggy and Iggy yelped while Fang laughed and I ate a discarded doughnut that was on the counter, watching the show.
"Prince? As in your ruler. Bow down to thy, peasant!" Fang said, pointing a box of cereal at Lupo.
"Excuse me?" Lupo snapped.
"Sorry. Bow down ugly peasant!" Fang corrected.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" I said loudly while Lupo glared at Fang and walked up to him.
"Don't break his deliciousness!" I cried, throwing a chip at Lupo. Where did the chips come from you ask? I'm just that good of a ninja that I can open the cabinet behind me and grab the bag.
"What exactly is delicious about this fool?" Lupo snarled.
"His lips, his tongue, other areas that I will not mention, his abs, his-"
"Other areas? Max you naughty girl! Santa ain't coming to you this year!" Iggy interrupted. "Or is he?" He asked, winking at Fang.
"If Fang gets fat and grows a beard I'm dumping him!" I announced.
"Glad you love me for my personality." Fang muttered dryly.
"I'm Santa and cookies reel me in trigger-happy people's houses!" I said in a low voice and Fang just stared at me in bewilderment.
"Did you shoot Santa?" He asked quietly.
"Deer jerky taste yummy!" I exclaimed and added a demonic laugh before going silent and looking serious. "I was kidding." I muttered.
"I hope so! That jiggly man has to give me presents!" Iggy whined.
"How do you know he's jiggly?" Fang asked cautiously.
"well, poke max, she jiggles. So I bet Santa does too. All fat people do." Igs said shrugging. I grabbed a kitchen knife and poked his neck with it.
"I don't jiggle. I'm firm and all muscle and I will tear you apart." I growled.
"She's like jello with me." Fang called, and I threw the knife without even glancing backwards. It had cut through the fabric of his shirt and pinned his wrist to the wall without even touching skin.
"I mean, like metal?" Fang tried to correct. I shrugged.
"Better." I mumbled.
"Okay, after that random morning, whadda you say I whip us up some pancakes?" Iggy asked.
"Make mine extra fluffy!" I shouted even though I was only like, five feet from him.
"Without the honey!" Iggy added, and with that, Iggy Lupo, and I burst out laughing while Fang stood there, staring at us with a confused look on his face.
"Inside joke." I said, my laughs fading as I leaned against him. "I'm tired! Carry me upstairs?" I asked. Fang shrugged. "Bring me my breakfast?" I asked. Fang shrugged. "Laugh at my jokes even when they're not funny?" I asked. Fang snorted.
"As if." He mumbled, picking me up.
"It was worth a try." I said and kissed his cheek. He carried me up stairs and laid me down on the bed.
"Are you gonna make me carry you everywhere?" He asked, smirking.
"You're gonna carry me wherever I want you too- and like it!" I added.
"Uh-huh. We'll see." Fang mumbled, walking back out of my room.
"Excuse me? There is no we'll see." I called as he walked down the stairs.
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after a nice breakfast and some peace and quiet, my day was ruined. Wanna know how? Well I really don't care if you do or not, so here it goes.
I left my room, leaving Fang to channel surf all alone, Iggy and Lupo were off in her bedroom making out (I mean honestly, did Igs have to announce it?) and I was going to go ride the Eye of London. Alone.
It wasn't a big deal. I was just getting into the oval thingy place when someone screamed to come with me. No biggie right? Wrong. So there I was, riding the gigantic Ferris wheel, a total stranger standing not to far away in his mid-twenties.
I felt awkward and claustrophobic with him in their with me. Something was off about him. Something was familiar. A little too familiar. Then, as the pieces slowly faded together, that sadistic grin he shot me sent everything back into place. Omega I thought, already terrified as I glanced around.
He was the only other person at the school that escaped that day- but for a totally different reason. Omega was created to murder me. He knew all my weaknesses, my moves, my taunts. There was nothing I could do but run from him.
Casually I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple shots of the view since we were close to the top. "Whatcha doing?" He asked kindly.
"Oh, just sending some pics of the view to my friend." I said, quickly typing out a message to Fang to get his ass down here now. Just before I could hit sound though, Omega pounced, I sidestepped, he followed. The impact was so strong that when my phone flew out of my hand, it broke through the glass and dropped down, down, down. Damn I wish I had wings!
I couldn't beat Omega, and so I was dead. I was a goner. I never even told Fang I loved him- and meant it. We stopped at the very top and I found myself screaming for help as I tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from Omega, to get to safety. "Omega, come on buddy, you'll get some if you just let me live." I said in a hopeful voice, which only cause him to punch me, instantly dislocating my jaw. I yelped and punched him back, he barely even twitched.
"I finally get to kill you. Hmm, how should I do it?" Omega asked himself. There was one move he didn't know, and I prayed it worked as it had on Fang centuries ago it seemed like. I got one hand free and yanked him down by his shirt collar, kissing him roughly.
It took a minute for him to calculate he was being kissed- and another to figure out what to do. But those two minutes were all I needed to knee him in the groin, punch him in the face, and get to my feet. I charged the glass and hit it hard, cracking it. I tried it again and successfully broke it. All done in a minute of confusion. I had my escape route, and I was gone now. I jumped.
Only for two arms to yank me back in. "You're not dead yet." Omega growled, shoving me against the wall. I yelped at the pain that ran through my back and screamed as he pounded his fists against my face and torso.
When he stopped holding me up, I crumpled to the ground, knowing this was it, I couldn't do it. This was the final chapter. In desperation, I crawled towards the hole in the glass I had made but didn't need to, as Omega picked me up and literally through me out the other side, the side that dropped onto ground and not into the metal that held this up. I yelped, but couldn't make another sound as I fell. Faster and faster.
I closed my eyes and took a painful breath, wishing the falling would end, and death would come. Pain screamed through me everywhere.
And then I felt the jolt. And then I felt nothing.
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