Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Kisha, Deveann, Saber, Jamie, and Lash are property of ME! Kumali is property of Jwan! Backlash is property of my Dad!

Saber and I are at my cousins again. Saber is having fun watching me type... I guess, he keeps smiling at me. I just got NEW MOON! CH-YEAH! It's gonna be so sweekin'! 2ndsly, I wish I could say you're right but the thought just sprung me. I was re-reading, trying to figure out how I can fit a plot into this part then "To hypnotize her he must first kill her" ding ding ding! LIGHTBULB! You shoulda seen my evil grin. I'm so proud of her. You have no idea how much fun I had just typing the words, zombie playboy bunny. (tee hee)

Max's POV
Best way to tick me off, threaten to kiss, or actually kiss, Fang. I ran at her, she wouldn't go berserk on me if no one said her name, I could win this fight easy. Dead or not, she's goin' down. My fist slammed into her jaw and blood spurted out every which way. She staggered backwards and spit blood out into her hand. She looked up at Fang with wide eyes. "Fangy, she hurt me."

"Uh yeah, that's a big 'duh.'" He raised an eyebrow. I picked her up by her collar.

"Give up now and I wont have to maim you."

"It wouldn't matter, it's not like I can die again or anything." She shrugged. "I'm here only to serve my master." She batted her eyelashes at Fang.

"Oh, that's all?" I dropped her. "Well that's stupid, you're not even prettier than me." I scoffed, not really believing myself.

"I am so! He likes red heads, remember?" Crap.

"You (censored)in' (censored)." I said breathlessly.

"That's the way to talk to the dead best friend, Max." Kisha sighed.

"Yeah? And if she were after Deveann?" I placed my hands back on my hips.

"Then Fang has a sicker mind then I originally thought if he fantasizes of people making out with Deveann." I thought about it for a moment, then shuddered.

"Ha ha ha. You're so cute." Fang snapped.

"Jeez, Max. Where the heck do you pick up that kinda language? And in front of Gazzy, no less." Deveann let a lazy yawn escape him as he came down the stairs and stood next to Kisha.

"Television, try it sometime." I rolled my eyes.

"Books connect so much more with you and are much more powerful." Kisha shrugged, shaking her head a little bit.

"If I had the time and the extraordinary ability to stay up days on end as you do I may just read one of those one thousand page books of yours." I moaned turning my attention back to Backlash. "Now then, since no amount of apologizing will make me take back what I said, kindly remove yourself from my presence." I pointed out the door.

"Come on! No rolling in the mud pulling each other's hair and scratching each other's eyes out?" Gazzy whined. I stared at him, my jaw hung open in utter disbelief at what he'd said.

"Boy, what the heck are you on?" I muttered.

"The floor, I coulda sworn..." He looked down at the gleaming clean tile floor.

"That's not what I-" Fang gave me the I-haven't-had-that-talk-with-him-yet look and I stopped abruptly. Suddenly I was on my back and Backlash was towering over me.

"Ha!" She held me down with a foot.

"I didn't even get the wind knocked out of me..." I wondered aloud. I lifted her foot effortlessly, only now realizing that Fang's idea of a good time probably wouldn't involve the girl being able to knock him out. "Fang, you made this too easy on me." I sighed giving him a look of mock disapproval.

"That's what you think." He scooped Backlash up into his arms so I could get up with out her falling and possibly getting a concussion. She giggled at his mere touch. It was then that I realized, this wasn't Lash, just her body. No free will, she was hardly hypnotized, more like possessed. THe fate Fang had condemned her to was much worse than death now that I took a good look at the situation. Her lifeless body that was once a vessel for the kindest dog girl I'd ever met had been sold like a pair of jeans at a Goodwill to someone unfitting to fill the position. Still, I couldn't contain the girly jealousy that flared in the pit of my stomach when I saw him protect her. I was too tough for him, but he could still bring me to my knees just as easily as he had Lash. I now prayed that such a fate would never befall me. "The others won't like the idea of you killing Lash." He grimaced.

"I'm fine with it." Kisha looked at Deveann.

"Yeah, same here, kill her if wanna, not much of a help around here anymore is she?" Deveann shrugged.

"See, I have Kisha behind me, this battle is already won." Kisha beamed at my praise.

"But if Kumali objects?" Kisha's smile fell.

"Well, she'd have a very good reason for it." She mumbled to herself. "I'd naturally have to back it up, a bad habit but a habit no less." Her shoulders slumped, defeated.

"Do you want to kill her?" I got up, brushing imaginary dirt off of me.

"Not particularly..."

Of course not.

Backlash is such a distraction, I'm beginning to think that you're so easily distracted your children might have to do this job.

Children?! Who with?!

Well, I figured the answer would be obvious. Fang, of course, is that not what you'd planned?

I hadn't planned anything! I only became aware he liked me anything more than a friend a few months ago!

You're quickly reaching adult-hood, you should be thinking about things like this.

Who do you think I am? Kisha?

It wouldn't hurt to pretend.

"Oh, Fangy, you do care!" Backlash wrapped her skinny arms around his neck. He put her down and uncoiled her hands from around his neck.

"Stop calling me that." He said, more creeped out than firm and commanding. I sighed.

"It's too early in the morning for this." I groaned making my way up the stairs. "I'm going back to bed. Kisha, ya coming? Kumali and the other girls will be up soon and I don't particularly feel like explanations." She nodded and kissed Deveann on the cheek before following.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait a second! I'm tired, too! Who's gonna take care of Backlash?" Fang called after us.

"Well I do believe that is you problem not ours, master." Kisha spat. I couldn't help but laugh at how well he reacted, seemingly disgusted, angry, and confused all at the same time. "Deveann, I do hope you give the others a good excuse as to why she's seemingly alive." He nodded. "Get to sleep Backlash, not in Fang's arms either, a bed, preferably of flowers but I would very much like it if Fang was absent of the room at the time."

"Okay!" She hopped out of Fang's arms and bolted up the stairs into one of the various guest bedrooms. Almost immediately the sound of snores could be heard.

"I hate her." Was I all I could seem to get out of me, no explanations as to why. Kisha seemed to understand.

"Yes, rest will help us to think it over in the afternoon." She giggled and then yawned.

Sorry this is so short but I needed to update badly. I am actually finished with New Moon now and I'm at my house. It's been days since I began, I've been rather busy lately. If I can contact her, Jwan will be writing the next chapter. Kimmy for all you adoring fans. Now my mind is practically glued to Twilight and I'm going to keep my little crossover to myself until I can at least figure out what generation it would be in. It is 6:36 A.M. I stayed up all night reading. You should have seen me writing the first night I was reading New Moon, I was so depressed, the best, saddest dang stuff I ever did write. Oy vey. Review Please. Kissies! (Hey that rhymed!)