Chapter 24

Sorry that this chapter is, well . . .kinda, um . . . weird. And you guys might not like it. . Please review!

Max's P.O.V.

"NO!" I screamed when Ari fired his bazooka. Right. At. Fang.

Suddenly, I heard a 'BLANG', like someone was throwing something metal onto a metal floor. It was Nudge, using her metal attracting powers for the bullet.

Iggy, who was standing next to her, must have known that she was in danger, for he yelled, "Nudge!" And I thought I saw tears in his eyes.

The bullet was now hurtling towards Nudge. She had tears in her eyes as well, and sweat on her brow. Squinting her eyes in concentration, she shoved her hands forwards, like she was pushing someone off of her, although it was just air that Nudge had shoved.

The bullet, dangerously close to Nudge, still traveled forward, but slower. Slower and slower it came, until it stopped in midair. Nudge was about to set it to the ground, when, 'BANG!' a door slammed shut. The sound startled Nudge, and she accidentally made the bullet shoot forward, straight into Ari.

"Hi, kids, I got off from work early, and – WHOA! What the (enter swear-word here)" It was Mom, apparently getting off work early.

I ignored her as she started asking questions, as the bullet headed towards Ari. Before I knew it, he fell to the ground, his chest covered with blood.

"Son!" Jeb cried, falling to his knees, overshadowing Ari. He quickly whipped out a cell-phone, and dialed. "It's Jeb. Emergency. Yes. Yes. Arizona. Just use the tracer." Then he hung up.

"We're -we're not going to help them, right, Max?" Iggy asked, sounding angry, and defiant. "They tried to kill us. They tried to inject you with who knows what. They almost killed . . . . . Nudge." His voice cracked, and looked away.

I looked over to Jeb, while he was trying to stop the blood from flowing, with just a couple of bandages. Not very successful; I saw wet tears dripping onto Ari's body.

"Mom, do you have any bandages? Those huge ones? This is going to be messy." I walked over to Mom, and she looked at me uncertainly.

"I don't know, hon. They tried to kill us, and we're helping them?"

"Yup." I replied simply, and started to look for the bandages. Wordlessly, someone drifted over to me.

"They're upstairs. In the bathroom."
I smiled, and smiled at his dark, hypnotizing eyes. He nodded, motioning that he was going to follow me.

"Thanks, Fang." I told him when we had arrived at the bathroom.

He didn't reply, just smirked. "Your hair's all messed up." he whispered at last.

I gasped as he leaned forwards, and started combing his hands through my hair. Then, as quick as a snake, his lips were on mine.

"Mmm . . . ugh." Did I really just groan? Did I really just start to push him off? Did I really just feel disgusted? This kiss again was different, just like the first time. Too rough, too unnatural, too hurried. "Stop it." I mumbled through his lips.

I felt hot (no, not in that way). It was as if someone had turned up the temperature. I realized that it was Fang, that his body heat was rising. I finally got him off me, only to have Fang push forward again.

Piece it all together. It was like the first time, so what is happening, Maximum?The Voice.

I finally knew what was happening.I-It's the needle making him do this, isn't it?

If the Voice even replied, I didn't notice, because Fang had pushed me to the ground. I was lying on the cold bathroom floor, while he towered over me, our bodies seamlessly connected together. I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next. Turns out, I was right. His hands slid under my burgundy trucker shirt, still kissing me. And, that's when my Mom wondered why we were taking so long, and came into the bathroom.

Omg! AGH! WHOA!

-Cadisha