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Disclaimer: James Patterson.

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A couple days passed, and I was finally beginning to get my strength back. I took forever to heal though, Mom said it was still pretty short compared to a normal person, but it was forever for me. Fang's not sure if we should start moving right now, with my full strength not back, but at this time I think that we can't wait much longer.

"Come on Fang! We won't fly or fight, just interrogate him." I was arguing with Fang about what we should do, again.

"Yeah, but Max."

"We need leads, come on. We can torture him if you want, you can get all macho with Jeb, punch his guts out or something when we are finished."

"Can we use a gun?" Fang put on a mischievous grin.

"No, we can't kill him. Fang, you know no guns."

Gazzy came up to us, we were sitting on the beach, Mom had decided I was stable. "Are you two fighting again? And guns! Cool!"

"Not cool Gazzy, dangerous and unmoral. How did you like it when Flyboys chased us with guns? We can out run them, but not the guns." Eight year olds aren't supposed to think that torturing people with guns is cool. Especially when this eight year old has been chased my guns!

"Fine. But are you two fighting again?"

"Yeah, just leave us alone." Fang tried to shoo Gazzy away.

"Fine, but you know I can come right back if I feel like it!" Gazzy ran off, to play with Angel and Nudge some more in the warm water.

"Fang, what's up with you? I thought you agreed that guns were wrong. That used to be a no brainer."

"Yeah, I do."

"That's good but then why would you want to use one on Jeb?"

"Not to kill him, it won't be loaded."

"Then what is the point? Aren't guns used to kill?"

"To put him through mental pain."

"Oh, like torture?"

"Pretty much."

"As long as we don't shoot it, just have it as a prop." I gave in.

"He will pay Max, he will." Fang kissed my cheek, all so romantically. I can't say I don't love him, but it's still awkward.

"Not in front of the flock." I hissed, then gave him my hand to show I cared just, now wasn't the time.

"Fine." He got up, and called Iggy over.

"Hey, why can he be with you but not me?" Gazzy yelled, apparently annoyed.

"Because I am older dude. Chill!" Iggy gave Gazzy a peace sign.

"Ig hurry."

"What?"

"You know about guns right?" Fang asked. I was alert, and trying not to tense, because that just made me hurt.

"Well, I am sort of a pyro."

"Good."

"Fang, why does it matter which one we use? They are all the same." I moaned.

"No, they aren't. There are hundreds of guns all with different uses and purposes. Hey, we are using a gun?" Ig spoke up, and seemed puzzles.

"As a prop to mentally torture Jeb."

"Oh, okay." Iggy seemed hesitant "what if we used darts or blanks, to cause physical pain too, they can't kill, just cause pain, a lot of pain?"

"I like." Fang stated, venom dripping from his voice.

"No! We are sticking to mental, and fist."

"Max, he used a knife on you, Jeb didn't stick to fair fist, and we shouldn't either." Iggy said, still kind of hesitant.

"No, we will be fair. Bombs are as far as I want to go, and I don't even like those." I was not going to bend to the boys begging, not this time. I was the leader they were going to listen to me.

"What about a tranquilizer? It's not a gun per say, just a shooting system, it shoots tranquilizer darts." Iggy was trying to keep his case, why did Fang bring him into this?

"Or a tazer." Fang added.

"Yeah, like mall police use, and tranquilizers. Actually it is because neither of them cause any long term damage, just short term pain." Iggy kept backing Fang up.

"No, nothing with any kind of ammo."

"Tazer's don't use ammo, they use electricity." Iggy corrected me.

"It's close enough."

"Fine. You want a prop gun? Let me think." Iggy paused for a moment, then said "Something, loud, intimidating, either well known, or very rare and powerful. You will want some kind of hand gun. Could you borrow your uncle's? I'm not sure his will be loud when the trigger is pulled, it depends on the year, but the standard police gun fits all other criteria."

"Great." Fang flew up his arms.

"Sure, just nothing more than a prop." I confirmed.

"So, when do we get to interrogate him?" Iggy asked.

"Tomorrow."

"You nervous?"

"Yeah, but not as nervous as Mr. Nerves of Steel here." I playfully punched Fang's arm.

"Hey. Who said?" Fang was said defensively, playing along.

"Me." I grinned.

"Great, have fun you two. Max, are you going to get in the water? Cause it's great. Fang want to come."

"I can't get the stitches wet, sorry. But Fang go have fun I'll read." I offered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Go!" I throw the nearest object, that just happened to be a banana, at Fang.

"Fine, going."

"Good." I flashed him a smile.

I grabbed the laptop out of Fang's bag, and went to his blog. I don't know what, but something comforted me to read his writing, and to know that he was blogging. I went to the most recent entry…

You are reading Fang's Blog.

Today's Date: Does it Matter? Yes, well deal.

You are visitor: 842,728 (since Nudge fixed the thingy.)

Hey guys, Max is so strong. She is recovering, and anyone who is in Chile, please don't go stoning the jails. Howse has complained to me about that lately! Guys, Jeb will be taken care of, and stoning the jails doesn't help!

Tomorrow we're going to interrogate Jeb. I can't wait personally; I hope Max is up to it. I'm sure she will be fine, just you know. I wonder what new lies and truths he will tell us. Luckily thanks to the coolness of being mutant, we have Nudge and Angel to help differentiate. Angel can read minds, and Nudge can detect major emotional traumas, like if Jeb is nervous because he is lying. So don't worry about, that.

I wrote this for you guys, and for those of you who wanted to see my work…

A Drum Beats

A Heart Beats

A Dream Beats

But what does the sun do?

The Sun Shines

The Sun Warms

The Sun Lives

But does it beat?

A Drum Beats

A Heart Beats

A Dream Beats

But what does the sun do?

The Sun Shines

The Sun Warms

The Sun Lives

The Sun Beats

The Sun Beats and a Drum, as a Heart, as a Dream, the Sun Beats

okay, FanFiction can't post art-sorry, but they have a bunch on the real Fang's blog. I'm looking into a way to show you guys what I have come up with, but having some technical difficulties, any ideas are welcome, when you review. Soryr, I hate A/N's in the middle of reading, but I thought you might like to know were the drawling went.

Here you go, I might scan more later, but Max has Cabin Fever, and is itching to get into the sun now that she is allowed.

…wow, sweet. I know this sounds lame, but I keep forgetting Fang can draw so well, and am blown away by the clarity of his picture.

"Max, Iggy told us the plan." Gazzy came up to me. "He doesn't treat us like babies."

"Great, you know I was about to tell you." I rubbed his head.

"Max, it sounds great. The sun is starting to set; I think that we should go in and get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow. Iggy is going into town with Ella for some festival tonight, Dina asked me to go, and I think I will. Do you and Fang want to come? The others can come too. You need your rest though still, just incase something bad happens." Nudge ran up beside me too.

"Thanks, I think I'll rest but you guys can go. Have fun!" I closed the laptop, and got up with some help from Fang.

"Let's go guys." We walked up to the house I tripped a couple of time sending shocks of pain, but nothing to bad. Tomorrow will be big.

"I think I'll stay with Max." Fang stated as the others went to the festival, and I went to bed. Fang then plopped down in front of the television and watched some crime show, I think it was called Criminal Minds. Wow, maybe we could use some tactics from there when taking down the biggest criminals of all time. Just a thought, I'm really tired now though, so I'm going to sleep. Fang will fill me in if there is anything useful.

Okay, I know everyone wants me to post soon, and I could, but I am like absorbed in Twilight. I have the next chapter written in a note book, I just don't want to stop reading Twilight, to type it. But I'll put this bribe, if you motivate me with reviews, the more likely am to type 22, and all. Or you can wait till I finish Twilight. Your choice, but please review though! Thanks.