(A/N: Ok so, thank you so much to all of my reviewers! I love u guys! Just to let you know, there are a lot of P.O.V. changes in this chapter. This is the last Chapter!!

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The Scent of Dead Skin on the Linoleum Floor

Chapter 3

"I'm going to go kill Sam," with that I shoved two of the knives in both my right and left combat boots, the third in my hand I ran out the door and took off into the cold, dark night.

It took me quicker than I expected to get to the address Max gave me. I landed softly, and quietly in front of a small house with a picket fence in front. I walked up the small steps and kicked in the door. "FANG!" her voice was raspy. I could here crashing coming from the back of the house. Shit.

I ran as fast as I could towards the sounds of crashing, yelling and screaming.

I opened the door, and Max was a crumpled mess in the corner of the room. Sam, was standing over her breathing heavily. She had started sobbing. I don't even think she knew I was there.

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You're a regular decorated emergency

"Get the fuck away from her you bastard!" I yelled. Sam turned around. He looked different than I remembered.

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Max's P.O.V.

I heard a loud crash at the front door. Please let it be Fang. "FANG!" I yelled.

"Shut up!" Sam smacked me hard across the face. And I could already feel a bruise forming. I wanted to fight back so bad, I hated this. I was made to fight, but he was too strong. Stupid white coats.

Crap. What if he's too strong for Fang too? Suddenly I hoped that crashing sound wasn't him. If he died too, I would never be able to forgive myself.

I couldn't even struggle back any more. I had lost too much blood for one thing. And he had already broken me. My baby was dead. Sam had killed him. Drowned him in the near by lake. I started sobbing at the thought of my dead baby. He looked so much like Fang. I couldn't bare the thought of him at the bottom of that lake, his little helpless body, choking and his little lungs filling with water. I started sobbing even harder.

"Get the fuck away from her you bastard!" I knew that voice. I could pick out that voice anywhere, it was Fang. Oh thank God it was Fang.

Fang lunged at Sam and stuck a knife in his back. Sam cried out in pain. Good. You deserve it.

Sam kicked Fang, hard. And then he kept punching and kicking him, Fang couldn't get a punch in at all.

Crap. Oh no. Oh crap. Not Fang too.

My entire world went black, right as I saw Sam kick Fang in the face. I could still hear for a while. And the last thing I heard was a sickening crack as I drifted into a world of unconsciousness.

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Fang's P.O.V.

I wont lie. Sam is kicking my butt. Stupid whitecoats. Just then I saw Max pass out. Crap. She must have lost too much blood. Well, there was a huge pool of blood surrounding her. Getting bigger by the minute.

That did it. I was pissed off before but now I was about to explode. And I never show emotion. Sam tried to kick me in the face, But I grabbed his leg and contorted it untill I heard a sickening crack. He cried out in pain, and fell back. Good.

After that, things went my way. Once he was on the ground, the knife in his back was pushed further into his body. I quickly got out my other two knives and stabbed him over and over. I don't even know how many times. But after he became unconscious I stopped.

Then I just started punching him and kicking him until I felt satisfied. Which was when he was a bigger mess than Max was.

When he was a bloody pulp I rushed over to Max. "Max! Max you have to wake up!"

She didn't make a sound.

Crap. This is bad.

I gently picked her up and held her in my arms, then ran out of that hell hole as fast as I could, I spread my wings and flew her to the nearest hospital. Yes, I hate hospitals. Yes I realize that we are going to be discovered by doctors, but I can't fix these wounds myself, there are way too many and they're way too deep for anything I've got in my first aid kit.

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"Uh, Sir? Could you come with me please?" I followed the man in the scrubs down a long hallway. He kept giving me these strange looks. hmm, I wonder if he discovered the wings?(note sarcasm)

He led me into a room with a bunch of confused looking doctors, and there was Max on a gurney with a bunch of tubes in her. There was no color in her beautiful face. She looked so helpless. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I couldn't even bare to see of Max that way. She was always the fearless leader. She was a pretty damn good leader too.

They had asked me if I was like her and I said yes. I gave her my blood, I don't know how much, but I was feeling really dizzy. And I couldn't help but wonder if this is what the flock had gone through when I was in the hospital. "Sir? You can go back with your parents now," A nurse looked at me strangely, then at Max. I didn't budge. Then a few more nurses came in, and a doctor, "Sir it would be best if you would leave us to do our work, NOW." Stupid lady probably thought I did that to her.

I gave out a loud sigh, left the room and walked down that long and uncomfortable hallway. I saw Lidia and Tom in the waiting room looking at me with confused faces. Damn, do they always have to look confused or were they born that way?! Yeah, okay I was being unfair about that. I had never told them about The School, actually all I told them was that I have wings, and if they don't accept me then I'm outta there.

"Derek, tell us what is going on, NOW."

I told them everything. Everything about the School, how I was an experiment there, the flock, Jeb, Erasers, Max II, Max saving the world. And then finally I told them the little I knew about Max and that no good piece of crap Sam.

"Oh. My. Gosh." that was all I got from Tom. Lidia was crying about how could anyone treat kids like…blah blah blah.

"Is someone here named Fang?" I stood up from the uncomfortable waiting chairs. "She's asking for you."

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Max's P.O.V.

I lay once again in a stupid hospital. I kept asking if Fang was okay. The nurses knew me. I was here just a week ago acting like an insane person asking for my baby, who was dead, and now, I'm asking for someone else who is dead. Fang.

The nurse went out to look for Fang, most likely to humor me. I know he's dead, but a little part of me just feels like maybe…never mind.

The nurse came in a couple minutes later to find me sobbing my eyes out. I hated the thought of my baby, and Fang being dead. I wish I'd never called him, it's my fault Fang is dead.

The nurse was an understanding woman. I liked her a lot. She came over to me and comforted me. Then someone tall came in through the door. I hope to God it's not Sam. I never want to see him again.

"Max?" the nurse let go. I looked up.

"Fang!" Omigosh it was Fang. He's not dead.

"You're not dead!" He came over to me and I pulled him into the strongest hug I could manage.

He pulled away and looked at me. I stared into those wonderful dark brown eyes that I hadn't seen in so long. It seemed like we were like that forever. Staring into each other. It was great.

I broke the silence, "I missed you so much,"

"Max, why him? Why did you stay with him? Look at what he did to you. What were you thinking?" he looked at me, not angrily, but with consern.

"Fang there's something I need to tell you." It's now or never. My heart began to race, and everyone knew because of the oh-so-wonderful heart beepy thing. That thing really pissed me off sometimes.

"Fang I-" I took in a breath. Here goes, " I had a baby." His eyes went wide. Crap.

"What? His- you had a baby with him?!" he looked disgusted.

"No Fang, not with him,"

"Well then with who?!" he looked infuriated now.

I looked at my hands in my lap. "Max, tell me with who," I could tell he was trying to calm down.

"With you, Fang." I looked up at him, there was no longer anger or frustration in his eyes but shock. Something must have clicked in his brain because he looked angry again. "Why didn't you tell me Max? Were you ever going to tell me I had a baby?" The nurse slowly and quietly crept out of the room. "I- I was scared. I didn't tell you because you finally found your mom, you had a real family and I" tears started rolling down my cheeks, "- I didn't want to ruin it for you," I said almost inaudibly. "You wanted a normal life so badly and then I found out I was pregnant and I didn't want to take it away from you, I would have messed everything up."

"Oh Max" he caught me off guard and embraced me in a hug. If you didn't already know, Fang's not the hugging type.

"Max where's the baby? Still at that house?" I looked at Fang. I had to tell him. "Fang, when the baby came. He looked just like you. I swear the first thing he did was smirk at me." Fang smiled. A real smile. I hadn't seen that smile in so long, it made me feel so good. "But then Sam saw him and he- he took the baby from me, and he knocked me out, and he killed him," I was sobbing ….again. I hated this. Fangs eyes went wide, and angry. "What?!"

"He drowned him in a lake." Fang didn't say anything. "I named him Derek." I finally said. Fang looked at me, "That's the name my mom gave me."

"I know," I looked at him. His usually stone eyes had turned soft and I could see all the emotion inside of them, hurt, anger, and sadness. "How did you know that?"his voice broke and he stared into my eyes. " I heard you mom call you Derek when you were at the door and told her who you were, she's beautiful Fang."

"So are you." He pushed some hair that was in my face behind my ear. We held each other for so long in mourning of our lost baby, and making up for lost time.

Let me tell you, it felt so good to have his strong warm arms wrapped around me again.

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

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(A/N: (tear )so that was the last chapter. Sorry for the delay on it. I had some things I had to do before finishing it up. If I have enough requests I will do a sequel. I hope you all liked it!! Thank you to all of my reviewers you guys rock!

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