Again, Thanx to Delilah's Garnet, twilighties, MaxRideFan35 for the reviews

Again, Thanx to Delilah's Garnet, twilighties, MaxRideFan35 for the reviews. This chapter has Fax, what do you think of it??

I woke up as I was falling towards the ground. I had only been out for a few seconds. Either that, or I had been flying really high up, neither was a comforting thought.

Couldn't remember what had happened for a second. Then it all flooded back, like a huge dam breaking open. Fang. It was all Fang's fault. I could't believe I was saying that about Fang.

After that thought was about the time that I realized that I was still falling. I turned over so that I was looking up at the sky. I saw, with my raptor vision, that Fang was above me, dark eyes horrified. Yet, he wasn't flying down to rescue me. I hoped that that was the result of the controlling voice in his head. Not his loathing for me.

Then, I decided that I was going to become a Max-pancake on the ground if I did not start flying. I turned to face the ground and pumped my wings. They hurt as if some of the small bones had broken. I flapped once, twice. Finally, I began to slow my descent, if not fly upwards.

Something in my wings hurt too much for me to fly. What had Fang done to me? All that I remembered was that he had kicked me in the stomach. Not broken my wings.

Then, I decided that there was no way I could actually fly. I would have to deal with slowing my fall. But, I had no idea how much momentum I had built up. I slowly flapped my wings, then extended them, almost like a feathery parachute. I snapped up, now falling much slower.

The ground still rushed towards me. It was closer than I had first thought. Luckily, I was over desert sand, no one could see me falling. Then, the sand was a few feet away and I fell in a heap.

The sand was hot and felt like little needles, exploding in my face. "Crap," I moaned.

Max. You need to be careful who you trust. The Voice chose now to speak to me

You might have told me that before I fell several hundred feet. Good timing, Jeb, or whoever you are. I replied automatically.

Then, I took inventory of my injuries. Possibly broken wings, bruised or broken ribs. And lots and lots of bruises, everywhere. This wasn't good. No way was I going to be able to meet the rest of my Flock and warn them about Fang. But, I guessed they could take him. That thought hurt, the Flock fighting Fang.

A dark shadow was over me. I looked up and saw Fang's wings coming down above me. I stood up, I didn't know if I could fight, but I could try.

Fang landed and ran over to me. I raised my arms to block his punches. But, Fang came toward me hands up. "Max," he said quietly.

"Get away from me," I spit blood out of my mouth, I had forgotten to add a split lip to my list of injuries.

"I'm so sorry, Max," Fang told me, "Are you alright?"

"The hell Fang!" I yelled, "You just pushed me out of the air, damn it. I don't even know if I can trust you."

Fang came closer, "I told you Max, I can't control myself sometimes. Listen, it's me now."

I frowned, I couldn't trust someone who just sent me spinning towards terra firma. Then, hated myself, this was Fang. I had trusted him forever and if I couldn't trust him. "What did you tell me when we were together after Max II was defeated? How did you know Max II wasn't me?" I asked.

"Max, I'm still me, just, I can't help what this voice does to me. And I knew that Max II was fake because she offered to cook breakfast," Fang sighed.

I turned and tried to flap away from Fang and all of his incontrollable-ness. I still needed to warn the Flock. I felt another bone in my wing snap. "OWW!" I yelled.

Fang's eyes flew to my face, "Max?"

"My wing is broken," I hissed, no need to cry, it wasn't falling off yet. Maximum Ride did not cry anyway.

"Did I?" Fang asked, if he could show emotions, he would have been horrified.

I rolled my eyes, "What about this," I motioned to myself, "Did you not cause?" Then I realized how mean and hateful that sounded. I made myself know again that this was Fang, and that Fang was my friend, I thought.

Fang looked at me, then he stepped silently towards me, his arms wrapped around my bruised body, gently. "Max. You have no idea how sorry I am." He leaned over and kissed my lips very softly.

I forgot that I was supposed to not trust him. Then, I would have trusted anything Fang had told me. Except if he had said, say, that Itex was a good thing. I forgot that I was in pain and that it was Fang's fault.

Fang pulled away. Although I felt the urge to run away from him and all of my emotions, I was in no state to. "I really am sorry Max." He whispered, "but," he grinned, "not for this," he kissed me again, swiftly and stood, "I need to get you back to the cave."