Disclaimer: Disclaiming Maximum Ride now. Beep Beep. Maximum Ride has been disclaimed. That was supposed to be a robot.

Fang POV:

"Fang, what do you want for dinner? I'm cooking." I looked at Max, doubtfully.

"Uh, Max. Are you sure about that?" She looked at me and smiled.

"Got ya! Iggy's cooking, of course. But if want me to cook I can make a great bowl of cereal." Max pressed herself against my chest.

"Naw, I'm pretty hungry." The look Max gave me said "That's a great choice." She went upstairs and that left me to absorb what was happening. The last thing I truly remember is that I was at the base. I was going to save the Flock, but I got caught. That sounds right so far. And then I got shot with something. But before that I was being yanked by my hair by this big guy named Gaston. I ran my hand through my hair. It felt all silky and no bald spots. But that did happen. Didn't it? I wasn't hallucainating like a crazy person, right?

"Right. That did happen." I felt over my neck for any puncture wounds, but found nothing. Okay, if that really happened where is it? Where is the proof I should have? What happened to me? To the Flock? Was it all just- a dream?

I look around our new mansion. Believe it or not, we were living in luxury now. We had a mansion to live in with a movie theater, an indoor pool, a gigantic game room, like ten bedrooms, and it was like everyone had a room made especially for them. Nudge had her own studio for fashion designs, Iggy and Gazzy had a room for their bombs, Angel had her own little zoo, Total was given a doggy theme park, Max has a ice cream shop for some reason, and me? I have a music room and "The Room". We couldn't come up with something cool to describe it. The music room I guess was given to me because of the harmonica and everyone else wanted to see if I would play something else and "The Room" is well, more of a room dedicated to one despicable person in my life. I'm sure you know who it is.

"Fang! Fang! Look! Simba and Azsha had a baby! See?" Angel came up to me with a small little cub. Angel has lions. Its fur was a golden kind of color and the eyes were gray. "Isn't he cute? What do you want to call him? I let everyone else name something."

"Hmm." I mumbled. I ran my hand over the little guy's back and heard him purr. "Well, I'm kind of lost on that." Angel looked at me when he purred again.

"Fang! He purred! Let's name him Geo! I like that name!" I nodded. I pulled my hand from Geo and watched him yawn and bury his head into Angel's chest. "Oh! He's so cute! Isn't he, Fang?" I nod again. "Well, I'll see you at dinner." Before Angel leaves, she looks back at me. "Fang, what's wrong? You're acting funny."

"It's nothing." She does her little Angel smlile.

"Okay! Bye!" And she's gone. Is this really how life is? Is my life really where everyone is happy and safe? I mean, not once have I heard Max say anything about getting attacked or anything else. Are we really safe here? Is this really real?

"Fang, can you model this for me?" I looked at Nudge. "I want to see how this looks on you." She handed me a black blazer with a hoodie. "I'm trying something different. How does it feel? I want to be sure that it's comfortable." I slipped it on.

"Yeah, it's great. You did great, Nudge." She smiled and gave me a big hug. Of course, I had turned into a freakin' rock on her. Hope she excuses that.

"Thank you! Thank you, Fang! Now I get to try one on Iggy! Oh, it's going to look so great! Can't wait! I'll see you later!" When she left, I just looked around the room. A golden chandelier hung over my head, a split staricase was in front of me, and we had a giant front door right behind me. Not to mention that the kitchen was humongous. God, we were rich! Just how did this happen?

"Fang, are you ready for dinner?" Iggy came in wearing that giant chef hat and carrying a wooden spoon. "You better hurry up before I get everyone else."

"It's dinner!"

"Too late." All of the kids came running down the stairs in a crowd. Are we feeding them right? Do they always come running to the table? "Well, still get something.I made something good tonight." I started walking toward the kitchen when Max came from the top of the stairs.

"Hey Max."

"Hey." When she came over, I just went out and grabbed her hand. I don't know where that came from. I just did it. "Fang, after dinner, let's go to my room. It's been a while since we've actually got together." Oh yeah! Oh, I'm so glad Max can't read minds.

"But I can!" Dang!

"Quiet Angel!" Did I just yell? Wow. But Max found it funny. Well, I'm glad that worked out for her. Max and I got inside and.. Iggy cooked up a storm! Not that that should really be a surprise in itself. It like was Thanksgiving came early this year.

We all ate and washed the dishes. Right now I was on my way to Max's room. I knocked on her door.

"Max?"

"Come in, Fang." She was layed out on her bed with the T.V on. "What's up?" I tried doing that little model stride to her, but I nearly tripped on my own foot. Sad, right? "Wow, Fang." She got up and came to hug me. "You're so silly." I kissed her on the lips. Then I kissed her again. And again. And then I layed her on the bed. I got on top of her and started kissing her more. She moaned a little when I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She was so warm, and-

"Fang, I have to breath some time." I backed away. "That was great though." Max smiled. That's a good sign.

"You want more?" She nodded. That was a great sign. I leaned down again and started kissing Max on her lips, her neck, and then her shoulders. She seemed to love it as much as I did. "Max-' I managed after backing away for a breath. I see what she meant. I felt like I was about to pass out. "are you okay?" She looked at me, confused.

"Yeah. Why?" Max was definately out of breath. I am the man.

"You just seem weird. I mean, don't you remember anything?"

"Remember what?"

"Itex! Don't you remember that? Have they tried to come after us? How'd we get away?' Max still looked at me like was going crazy. "Max, don't look at me like that! You were there! What happened! Did you save us or did someone else get us! I don't know! Tell me, Max!"

"What're you talking about?" I felt my eyes get big.

"Wha-?"

"Itex? What're you talking about? Fang, are you tired?"

"Max, we, we were there, Itex, they were-" I stopped to get my thoughts straight. 'That didn't happen?' I looked at her and she shook her head. "What?"

"Maybe you had a dream. A really good one. Kind of like the ones you have about Dylan. You know he's dead, right? Yet you still hold a grudge against him.'

"What?" I got off of her and waited for her to finish. But I had to clarrify. "Dylan's dead? I thoguht he just left because he finally came to realize that you weren't leaving me for him." Max shook her head.

"No Fang. You finally had enough and you fought him. That was when you broke his wings and pushed him over the cliff where our old house stood. Why don't you remember?" I fell back against the wall. I killed Dylan? I did it? I- I killed Dylan? I can't stand the guy at all, but killing him? That's crazy.

"I- I don't know." Max came over and layed her head on my chest. "I don't know, Max."

"It's alright. Let's just lay down. You're probably tired."

"No." I lightly push her away and get up. "I need to check something."

"But Fang-!" I get up and start running down the hall. Went pass Angel's room and went to The Room.

"What the hell?" I've mentioned it before that this room was dedicated to Dylan, but I've actually seen this place once. When I came inside and saw it, it was really a bunch of pieces of angry poetry and other stuff. You know, simple silly stuff. But this time it was like a freakin' horror movie. There were pictures of him on the walls with knives in his forehead and some "How to Kill Dylan" papers. I slowly walked in.

"What?" I knelt down and looked down. "Oh my-!" It was a feather. No. Not just one. There was a pile of them. And they were all Dylan's. They were the same color and size. I picked up one of the feathers and held it. The very one I picked had traces of blood on it. And beside it was another bloody feather.

"I killed Dylan." I squeezed the feather in my hand. "I killed Dylan." I stood up. "What the hell happened to me! What happened here! What happened to everyone!"

"Damn! He's awake!" Everything started getting hazy. The room was looking all weird and then the voice came again.

"It's not working! Get Gaston! He's waking up!" The entire room seemed to decipate and then my eyes opened. Like really opened. I was still here. There were doctors running around yelling stuff.

"Wha-" I tried to speak, but something hard hit me. That made my head go to the side. And there was Dylan. He was sleep. But- he was alive. Dylan was alive. I didn't kill him! "Dy-"

"Damn!" I got hit again and everything went black again. What happened? And...God, that hurt! "Get the drugs before he realizes what's going on!" But I heard something.

"Fang!" Again? Ah, it's deja vu.

Alright! This story is almost done! Just so everyone knows, but I'm thinking of making another story, so keep an eye out for that one, okay? I'd like to thank The Writing Fedora for the suggestion. If anyone's still lost about the name, Itex is the name of the organization. Thanks for that! Please reveiw! That's appreciated! Till then.