Bahamallama ding-dongs: Hello! We have finally written the next chapter! Thanks for all the reviews. They are all great! Although, constructive criticism is needed. We know this chappie's a bit short, the next is longer.
Fang: What are you putting me through? You don't even own us.
BadAtPuppyDogEyes: Do you have to crush our spirit Fang?
Fang: Yes.
Bahamallama ding-dongs rulz: Yeah, you're right, cause we don't look nuffin like J.P (thank god)
Fang POV
"Yo" I saw the look of complete horror on their faces and realised I was on the floor. "What did I miss?"
"Dude, well for one, you passed out," Iggy said matter-of-factly.
That would explain why I was on the floor. And then vague memories came into my head, the intense thirst…
From in front of me, an ear-splitting scream erupted from Angel. In her eyes I saw confusion and fear. She looked at me as if I carried some fatal disease, which, by the looks of it, I did.
She turned to run, but Max stopped her.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Max was probably the only 14-year-old that could pull off such a motherly voice.
She gasped heavily for a while before she could answer. She looked as though she was going to cry, but she had seen too many things to start now.
"Fang - he's thinking of…" I froze. Everyone looked at me, Iggy turned his head in my direction. As usual, he was eerily accurate.
"What is it Angel?" Gazzy asked, seemingly hesitant.
"He's thinking of, of…" She didn't seem to be able to answer, so she nestled her face into Max.
Max wrapped her arms around Angel and sent me a glare that seemed to say you'd-better-have-a-good-explanation-for-this. Then she looked back down at Angel.
To be honest, I'm not sure I did. What did Angel see in my thoughts?
"Fang? What were you thinking?" Nudge asks hesitantly. She didn't have much to say for once. They all looked at me expectantly but I couldn't answer her.
"I, I don't know."
At that point Gazzy lost it. "What do you mean you don't know? You have to know! You scared the hell out of Angel, and you don't even know what you were thinking?!"
To any one else, it might have looked a bit comical, an 8-year-old standing up to someone over 170 cm tall, but believe me, I'd never seen Gazzy like this.
I was speechless.
"Gazzy – "Max began for me.
"No Max, don't Gazzy me," he replied coldly. Then he stalked off. Silence followed. What else was there to say?
"I'm going after Gazzy," Iggy whispered. He got up and went after the Gasman with long strides. More silence.
"Max, where's Total?" Angel asks.
"I don't know, honey. Let's go look for him." Max cast me one last lingering glance before she let Angel drag her away. Usually I can read Max' emotions like a book, but not this time. It seemed a look of…fearful curiosity? Almost as if she was scared to ask, scared to know.
Nudge looked at me and then just walked off.
I was alone, and that scared me most of all. As I knew just as little as they did about what goes on in my mind.