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Fang

I felt the rage I had been desperately holding back for awhile now began to build up to boiling point as I flew back a few feet into the beige walls that hid the kitchen away from view. It was bad enough Max and Lupo were about to rip each other apart, and that Iggy had cheated on Lupo with Nudge. But for some reason the drama in our little circle never seemed to be enough to keep the enemy at bay. And we couldn't even get a day off. Not even on Christmas. Not even on the one day when family time was the most important thing. Honestly, shouldn't the people bombing our house be home with their parents or something?

I could feel myself getting angrier the more I thought about it as I coughed weakly in an attempt to get the dust out of my lungs, and had to remind myself what happened when I let my emotions get the best of me so I didn't blow up.

Our pathetic excuse for a Christmas tree had toppled over on top of me along with some of the wall that had kept me from flying into the kitchen just moments ago. I groaned in irritation and just laid there a minute, feeling a growl escape out of my mouth as I stared on at the settling dust around me. The rusty living room couldn't have handled a blow like that, and I was slightly afraid to see what hid behind the curtain of dust as a roar of coughing and gagging erupted more towards the center of the room.

"What the hell?" Ari demanded, and I could just barely see him struggling to his feet and stumbling forward. However, he only managed to get a few steps forward before tripping over something, or more accurately, someone, and falling back to the ground. Somewhere in that area I heard Iggy groan and guessed he had been the cause for Ari's tumble. Neither of them attempted to get up after that.

"Alright, that's it. I'm done with being the nice guy if it means walls are going to fall on me," I grumbled, deciding to let my restraint dissolve like the dust around me, pushing my forearms against the tiled floor in a feeble attempt to get out from under the mess on top of me. It was no use though, and I found myself collapsing back onto my belly and letting more pieces of wall rain down over my head to block my vision of my surroundings. I sighed, letting the strength that was my anger dissipate into a memory, and laid on the ground in hopes somebody would find me before I starved to death.

"Fang?" Max asked after minutes, maybe hours, had gone by of me laying on the floor, attempting to break out of my drywall chamber meekly before quitting once again. Nothing would budge. Not one inch, and so I was stuck under a pile of debris until they found me, which could take forever depending on the damage and how loud my voice was.

"Here!" I attempted to yell, but my voice cracked and I found myself at a lost of words. It only made me angrier to know a piece of rubble was what was keeping me from assessing the damage and looking for intruders. Stay calm Fang, just call out. You can talk. It's easy.

"I'm under the…" I tried again, but my voice was too weak, thrown out by whatever had happened to make my throat so sore. Apparently it wasn't easy.

"I heard him scream when the explosion happened," Lupo spoke up suddenly, and I blinked in shock. Had I really screamed? I tried to think back to what had happened just an instance ago, and could just picture my mouth opening in a terrified yell as I flew into the wall, but at the same time I couldn't remember actually doing it. It had all happened so fast. Too fast for me to process. Had the back wall really just exploded? Had it actually propelled me into a pile of broken wall that I couldn't get out of? Was I really laying here, doing nothing about it? Drowning in rage and my attempts to muffle it as it rose higher and higher?

No. I refused to sit back and wait.

I let out a grunt as I began to force myself up on my forearms just enough to slide my knees under me, faintly wondering if the whole house had managed to collapse on me. I paused after that to catch my breath, testing the waters out as I pressed one palm against whatever was on top of me and lightly pushed up. It was too heavy for my muscles' liking, but if I could jump off the Eiffel Tower and catch myself from becoming a Fangcake with Max in my arms, this couldn't be that difficult, could it?

Well I answered my own question as I shoved up on the heavy debris. Once, twice, three times and still all I could hear was the sound of ruffling drywall as I attempted to Hulk my way out of the situation. "Max! Something's moving over there!" Iggy spoke up hastily, and I hoped he was talking about me because if not I would die from letting all this stuff collapse back on top of me.

"Well, my leg is kind of stuck under the roof at the moment so maybe if you could inspect the issue yourself, you're a big boy now, aren't you?" Max spoke up, her voice dripping with un-amused sarcasm.

"But what if it's-"

"Oh my God! I'll do it, Ari and Slut you need to help Max since I'll be too busy doing the man's work." Lupo growled out, and I snickered to myself, just picturing her rolling her eyes at them.

Moments later I could feel some of the weight lifted off of my shoulders and listened as drywall crashed to the floor. "Lupo!" I attempted to call out, but once again my voice rasped out into nothingness.

"Hey… Fang? Is that you?" Lupo asked, pushing another piece off that revealed my shoulder.

"Uh yeah, kinda," I muttered, shifting to peek out of the whole in my little debris home.

"Oh my God! Ari come here! Help me get your brother-in-law out!"

"I have not heard anything about marriage and it is not happening," Ari growled, white dust clamping into his dark hair, taking away from the angry affect he was trying to filter everyone with.

"Already did. Thank God for Vegas," I coughed out, struggling to control my laughter so it didn't evolve into me gagging for air.

"I think we should leave him in there," Ari muttered, though he was already pulling pieces off of me with ease. I guess he was stronger than he looked, even after all the injuries he had acquired just a month ago.

"Oh don't be silly, the happy couple shouldn't be separated in the Honeymoon stage," Lupo pointed out as though it was obvious. It was just a joke, but it made me wonder if Lupo had some sort of bipolar issue or if she had already made up with Max after attempting to slap me and accusing her of needing to be 'in the spotlight'.

"Haha, very funny. Get me out of here before I get angry," I muttered, attempting to shove some stuff out of the way.

"Ooh, the Prince is impatient." Lupo snickered and I rolled my eyes while together Ari and her pulled the rest of the drywall and whatever else had landed on top of me away.

When I was finally able to stand my legs shook with the effort and I had to lean against what was left of the wall to gain my bearings. "Whoa," I mumbled, finally getting a good look around.

The whole wall behind the pathetic Christmas tree was blown to bits, revealing the great outdoors to anyone in the room. The living room itself was a wreck of broken couches, ripped cushions, crushed coffee tables and shattered bricks. It was a mess we could barely walk around in, let alone live in.

"Well, I guess it's time to go," Max muttered, limping over to me. I felt concern take me over like it would a parent, and examined the blood all over Max's jeans and the way she didn't stand on her left leg at all. "I'm fine, Fang. Stop looking at me like that,"

"You look like hell," I pointed out, glancing at her eyes that were lit up with caution and fury.

"Gee thanks, that's what every girl wants to her," she spat sarcastically, and I shrugged, coughing some more dust out of my lungs before looking around for the person who had the nerve to explode the wall.

"Who did it?" I wondered out loud and Ari sent me a look that told me all I needed to know. The School. Of course. They had found us again. Like always.

"I think we all know who did it. The question is why." Iggy muttered, walking after Max with his strawberry blonde hair in a tangled mess that sat on top of his head. It was wild just like the look in his eyes.

"It's a warning." Max answered bluntly. "They're taunting us by showing us they know where we are and they always will too," she turned to me and glanced down at my wrist, and I knew what she was thinking before she said it. It was my fault I was the chink in our armour, I was the loose screw on the bike. I was everything they didn't need because I was helping the enemy whether I wanted to or not.

"What do you mean always will?" Ari asked curiously, following her vision to my arm.

"Fang has a tracker. And I don't think we can cut it out either," Max responded after a moment of staring at me, watching me watching her, waiting for my next move. Maybe she expected me to agree with her, but I didn't. I needed to cut it out if we were going to get blown up for every day it was stuck in my arm. Either that or cut myself out of the picture, and I didn't want to lose Max. I'd much rather lose some blood than the love of my life.

"What?" Ari exclaimed, storming closer to the situation. "What the hell do you mean he has a tracker? Why the hell didn't you tell us? That's it, Pretty Boy, I'm going to kill you!" Each word shot out faster than a bullet as Ari approached me, and before I even knew what was going on I was down on the ground, pinned to the carpeted floor, my back pressing into shattered glass and splintered wood. It was all happening so fast. Quicker than I could bother to calculate. I should have reacted by now, but I wasn't even blinking. It was like I had shut down, and it was terrifying.

A whimper escaped from my throat as I felt the broken pieces beneath me begin to cut into my flesh, but I didn't fight too much because I understood Ari's anger as much as I was scared of it. "Just let me cut it out," I mumbled, but Max's big brother wanted to do more than cut my arm open. He wanted to make me pay. I wanted to make me pay. It wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't fair to Max.

Pain shot through my nose and a deafening crack rang out as his fist connected with my face. It was one quick move that seemed to slow down as I watched it happen. I could have easily blocked it, I realized, after the fact. It would have taken less than two seconds to block and counter, but I couldn't do it. I was too accepting of my fate to worry about guarding myself.

"Ari!" Max shrieked, and I watched as she ran over to the situation and grabbed at his waist, attempting to pull him away from me. He moved a couple inches, landed about three more hits to my face, and then let Max fully pull him off of me as I coughed and sputtered for air and reached my arms up to hide my face away from his fist. I was tired of being a punching bag, but I did deserve it sometimes. This was one of those times.

Groaning, I turned onto my side, sucking in a deep breath and staring at the damage in my peripheral vision. It was a mess. A broken, shattered, destroyed mess, and there was nothing to show for it but the threat- no, the promise, of another attack. Soon.

I hope everybody liked this chapter! Even though most of it was Fang stuck under debris XD that boy just always gets himself into sticky situations, doesn't he? Review if you liked it and if you like my writing you should PM me because I have an original story up on Wattpad.

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